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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I'm back! <3 ________________
In the calm atmosphere of the graveyard, both Jungkook and Taehyung still held each other tightly. The warmth and comfort of their embrace washed over them like a soothing wave of relief.
Eventually, they parted and looked at each other, both silent and unsure of what to say next.
"I'm sorry, Jungkook. I just felt like comforting you—" Taehyung began, but his words were cut off by Jungkook.
"No need to apologize, Mr. Kim. It was just the heat of the moment, and we both know we needed it," Jungkook replied reassuringly.
"Thanks for understanding, Jungkook," Taehyung said with a polite smile.
"Thank you too, Mr. Kim, for the hug and your kind words," Jungkook responded genuinely, feeling overwhelmed by the exchange.
After a few moments of exchanging words, they walked out of the graveyard in silence to their respective destination , but this time it wasn’t the familiar sadness that accompanied their visits. Instead, they felt a sense of relief and warmth. Their hearts were no longer heavy with guilt and regret as they had been on previous days. While the feelings didn’t vanish completely, they felt at ease.
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Jimin paced back and forth in the living room, his expression etched with worry. He glanced at the clock on the wall, which read 9:00 PM. Taehyung was still out. Earlier, he had informed Jimin that he would be late, and Jimin knew exactly why.
He continued to watch the door, his heart racing with each passing moment. Suddenly, a click sounded from behind him, and he turned to see Namjoon emerging from his room.
“Has he returned?” Namjoon asked, concern evident in his voice.
Jimin shook his head, signaling his denial.
Namjoon sighed at the response. “He must be at the bar,” he replied, already aware of where the younger man might be. After all, every anniversary, Taehyung would either spend his time at the bar or at the office, drowning in memories that Jimin wished he could help him forget.
Jimin felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He knew that the bar was a place for Taehyung to escape, but it also worried him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight would be different, that the weight of their shared memories would be too much for Taehyung to bear alone.
“Should we go look for him?” Jimin suggested, glancing at Namjoon, hoping for some reassurance.
Namjoon considered this for a moment, his brow furrowing. “Maybe we should give him a little more time. He needs to process things in his own way. But if he’s not back soon, we’ll go find him together.”
Jimin nodded, though his heart remained heavy. He couldn’t help but feel anxious, wishing he could be there for Taehyung, to remind him that he wasn’t alone, no matter how difficult the memories might be.
