Jungkook sat in the small, dimly lit prison cell, his gaze fixed intently on the flickering television mounted on the wall. The news channel was broadcasting a live interview with Joonseo's wife, her image filling the screen as she spoke with a fervor that seemed almost desperate. Jungkook's eyes, sharp and full of disdain, were locked on the television, his fingers gripping the iron bars of his cell with a force that betrayed his simmering anger.
Joonseo's wife was on the screen, her face etched with an expression of profound distress. Her voice wavered, yet it carried a fervent conviction as she spoke. "There is no one in this world as simple, truthful, and good as my husband. He could never harm anyone; it just cannot happen."
Each word she uttered seemed to strike a chord deep within Jungkook, fueling his hatred. The sincerity she projected felt insincere to him, a thin veneer over what he believed to be crocodile tears and manipulative emotions. Jungkook's expression remained stoic, his face a mask of calm indifference. However, his eyes, dark and intense, betrayed the storm of emotions churning within him as he stared at the screen.
Her statements took a more accusatory tone as she continued, her voice rising in intensity. "It must be that Jungkook is behind all this. Who knows, he might have even killed his own lover and all those weak people. I am telling you all that the police are involved in this as well." Her words, laden with accusations and conspiracy theories, seemed to fuel Jungkook's hatred further. He found it impossible to accept that anyone could genuinely believe her claims, especially when she was so blatantly trying to exonerate a man he believed was guilty.
Mingyu, who sat nearby with his own eyes glued to the television, chuckled derisively. He found the absurdity of the situation amusing, mocking her in his thoughts. To him, it was almost laughable that she was defending a man whom Mingyu saw as a mere pawn in a much larger, more complex game. Mingyu's amusement was tinged with irony, as he had orchestrated the events leading to this moment, knowing that her husband's fate was being manipulated by forces beyond her understanding.
Yoongi, who was watching the interview, also found the scene on the screen amusing. The irony was not lost on him; Jungkook, who had once revered Yoongi as a guiding figure, had left him for someone else. Yoongi couldn't help but find a dark humor in the situation, wondering if Jungkook's actions—driven by his new allegiance—were leading him to become the very thing he once fought against.
Joonseo's wife continued her impassioned plea, her desperation palpable as she addressed the camera. "They are colluding with Jungkook. Together, they plan to kill my husband and blame everything on him. I beg you all, please save my husband, save my husband. Please, God, bring my husband back. I will never fight with him."
Her gaze was now directed straight at the camera, her eyes brimming with a mixture of love and longing. "Joonseo, you are watching this, aren't you? Just come back home. Please, I promise I will never scold you. I will never fight with you."
Her words hung heavily in the air, a poignant mix of desperation and love that seemed to echo in the silent cell. For Jungkook, the scene was a bitter reminder of the personal and emotional turmoil surrounding him, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated world he was embroiled in.
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