Jungkook, driven by a mix of curiosity and unresolved emotions, found himself trailing the young boy and his family after they left the church. The boy had climbed into a taxi with his family, and Jungkook, unable to shake the feeling that there was more to the scene, decided to follow.
After a short drive, the taxi came to a halt, and the door swung open. A man, appearing to be in his early thirties, stepped out. He bore a striking resemblance to the boy—same eyes, same face—but his demeanor was markedly different. The man's face was etched with lines of exhaustion and pain, suggesting a life far more burdened than his youthful counterpart.
Jungkook watched as the man, who seemed weighed down by an invisible load, dragged a heavy bag behind him. The man's movements were deliberate but unsteady, hinting at the strain he was under. With a resigned sigh, he headed towards the nearby subway station, the bag clutched tightly as if it contained not just his belongings but perhaps his hopes and fears as well.
Unable to dismiss the troubling scene, Jungkook followed at a cautious distance. He watched as the man descended into the subway station, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. The man found a spot on the stairs, sitting with an air of desolation. He seemed lost in thought, his gaze drifting over the flow of people coming and going from the train, but he remained detached, as though observing life from a distance.
Jungkook positioned himself a few meters behind the man, taking a seat on the opposite side of the stairs. His eyes were fixed on the man, a turbulent mix of curiosity, disdain, and disgust swirling within him. He couldn't help but scrutinize the man's every move, trying to reconcile the stark contrast between the lively, hopeful boy he had seen earlier and this weary, defeated man now slumped on the stairs.
As the subway trains arrived and departed, Jungkook's gaze remained locked on the man. Each passing moment only deepened his conflicted emotions. The man's solitude in the bustling subway station seemed to reflect a deeper isolation, a stark juxtaposition to the vibrant life of his young son. Jungkook's mind raced with questions and assumptions, trying to piece together the story behind the man's apparent anguish and how it connected to the craft fan the boy had that he had seen earlier.
The subway station was eerily quiet as the night deepened. The only sounds were the occasional rumble of trains passing through and the faint hum of the station's lights. Jungkook, maintaining his hidden vantage point, observed the man with growing apprehension as he remained on the stairs. The man's presence seemed oddly out of place in the emptiness of the station, amplifying the sense of unease.
As time dragged on with no one else in sight, the man suddenly stood up. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost mechanical. He made his way toward the train stopping point, his gaze unfocused and vacant. There was an unsettling stillness about him, as though he were caught in a trance-like state.
Just then, a train pulled into the station, its headlights slicing through the darkness. The screeching of the brakes and the hiss of the doors opening broke the silence. A woman emerged from the train, engrossed in a phone conversation.
"You're such a useless man. Completely useless. Tell me, what happened after that? Do you remember last Christmas?"
Her voice carried a mix of irritation and amusement, punctuated by occasional laughter. Her tone was casual and dismissive, starkly contrasting with the man's somber demeanor. She appeared oblivious to the man's presence as she continued her conversation.
The man's eyes, previously devoid of expression, now lit up with a strange, unsettling smile. The look of pity that had marked his face earlier disappeared, replaced by an unsettling calm. His gaze fixed intently on the woman, revealing a disturbing fixation.
Jungkook's heart pounded as he watched the scene unfold. His suspicions about the man had been growing since he started following him, but now they were confirmed. The man, who had seemed so broken and weary, was revealing a disturbing side. His sudden transformation and his evident fixation on the woman made it clear to Jungkook that this was the man who had taken the paper fan from Taehyung—the man responsible for Taehyung's death.
The man followed the woman as she continued talking on the phone, his steps eerily silent in the otherwise empty station. Jungkook felt a chill run down his spine. The realization of the man's identity, combined with his unsettling demeanor, fueled a surge of anger and grief within him. With no one else around, the gravity of the situation became even more pronounced. Jungkook's resolve hardened; he knew he couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. This was the man he needed to confront, and he would stop at nothing to see justice served.

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