Jeon Jungkook happens to be the worlds most feared mafia . His moves are as sharp as a blade of katana . The whole world shivers down by listening his name .
He is also know as "the devil's spawn JK".
What will happen when circumstances lead him to...
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Today was marked by gloomy weather, with thick clouds blanketing the entire sky. A cold wind swept through the air, signaling the imminent arrival of winter. The atmosphere felt heavy and still, as if nature itself was bracing for the chill that lies ahead.
Amidst the somber atmosphere, the sound of footsteps echoed softly through the air. The gates creaked ominously, announcing the arrival of a solitary figure entering the desolate graveyard. Clutching a bouquet of flowers, he was bundled in warm clothing from head to toe, shielding himself from the chill. His expression was inscrutable, shrouded in a veil of contemplation as he walked purposefully toward a specific grave.
His eyes fixated on the letters etched into the cold stone of the grave, each character a painful reminder of what he had lost. A wave of sorrow washed over him, tightening around his chest like a vice. It was always this difficult to be here, as if the weight of grief hung in the air, suffocating and unyielding. Four years had passed, yet the ache felt as fresh as the day he had said goodbye. Memories flooded his mind, each one a bittersweet echo that gnawed at his heart, leaving him breathless in the stillness of the graveyard.
Taehyung gently placed the lilies at the base of the grave, their delicate petals a stark contrast to the cold, hard stone. The fragrant blooms swayed softly in the breeze, as if whispering secrets to the departed. Kneeling down, he traced the letters with his fingertips, feeling the roughness of the engraving against his skin.
He closed his eyes, wrestling with his inner emotions. "Another year... without you," he whispered softly to himself.
A lump formed in his throat, and he struggled to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to spill over. Each lily represented a moment they had shared, a memory preserved in time, and he felt a bittersweet ache in his heart.
"How are you, love?"he whispered softly to the grave, his voice like a fragile leaf in the wind. The words hung in the air, heavy with longing and sorrow. "Are you fine there?"
A silence lingered after that, seemingly waiting for an answer that never came back. The stillness wrapped around him like a shroud, amplifying the ache in his chest. Yet, deep down, Taehyung felt a flicker of hope, a quiet conviction that she could hear him and see him from heaven.
He leaned closer, as if trying to bridge the gap between their worlds. "Hanuel says he misses you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, each word a fragile thread connecting him to the past. “In fact, I do too.”
A gentle breeze swept through, rustling the leaves above, and he felt a flicker of warmth, as if she were telling him that she was here.
"You know what he asked this year on his birthday?" he asked, gazing lostly at the blank sky, the clouds drifting lazily overhead. "A mom… He says he wants a mom like others."
He chuckled sadly at it , the sound tinged with a bittersweet ache. The laughter felt hollow, echoing in the emptiness around him. "I didn’t know how to respond. How do you explain to a child that some things just can’t be?"
