𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 ||𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅🔞||

C H A P T E R : 13

Taehyung clenched his jaw, his breath ragged as gunfire echoed in the underground tunnel. He was outnumbered, but retreating wasn’t an option. His father lay on the cold floor, bleeding out, his breaths shallow but steady. The men who had ambushed them were closing in...

He wasn’t going to let them win...

A shadow flickered at the tunnel’s entrance. Taehyung pivoted, raising his gun just as another bullet whizzed past his ear... Too close... He dropped low, firing twice—one man crumpled instantly, the other staggered back with a sharp cry...

The metallic scent of blood thickened. His father coughed weakly...

"Leave," he gritted out. "Now."

"No," Taehyung snapped, his finger pressing against the trigger. Another shot rang out. A body dropped...

His vision blurred at the edges, his arm burning where the bullet had grazed him earlier, but he forced himself to move... He crouched next to his father, pressing his hands against the wound on his abdomen...

"We’re getting out of here."

His father exhaled sharply, eyes flickering. "They want us dead, son. You need to—"

Before he could finish, the tunnel erupted with new footsteps.

More men. Armed. Closing in...

Taehyung’s pulse pounded in his ears. This wasn’t just an ambush—it was a massacre.

Then—a gunshot...

But this time, it wasn’t from his enemies.

Taehyung turned sharply, and his heart nearly stopped.

Standing at the entrance, a gun still raised, was Jungkook.

Dressed in all black, his sharp eyes locked onto the scene with deadly precision. His father, Jeon Hyunwoo, stood beside him, gun cocked.

For a second, everything froze. Then Jungkook moved.

Fast...

The room erupted into chaos as Jungkook fired without hesitation, dropping two men instantly. His movements were cold. Calculated. Precise. He didn’t flinch when blood splattered across his sleeve, didn’t blink when another enemy lunged at him. He just twisted his wrist, aimed, and fired—a clean shot to the head.

The bodies dropped...

A breathless silence followed...

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Taehyung, then to his father’s unmoving form. His jaw tightened.

"Can you move?" he asked, voice sharp, no hesitation.

Taehyung clenched his teeth. "Yeah." It was a lie, but he didn’t care.

Jungkook nodded once before turning, his gun still raised. "Then let’s get the hell out of here."

But as they moved—

Another shot rang out.

A sharp pain exploded in Taehyung’s chest.

His breath hitched. His knees buckled.

And then—

Darkness...

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The city blurred past as the black Mercedes cut through the streets, heading toward the Kim Empire. Jungkook sat in the backseat, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrest, his face impassive. His father sat beside him, eyes scanning the passing roads with the calm authority of a man who had seen too much.