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⛓️ GANGSTER'S WIFE ⛓️
guess who's back??? Meeeee :3
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Jungkook had been in this neighborhood for exactly three hours and thirty-two minutes before he realized something was seriously wrong with the people here. No. They were human beings...of course.
It started when he walked into the tiny convenience store down the street, hoping to buy some instant ramen and maybe a life-changing flavored milk—because he deserved luxury, obviously. But the moment he stepped inside, he noticed something weird. The aura. The vibes. The way people looked over their shoulders like some horror movie background characters. Those who die in the very beginning.
“ahhh excuse me,” he said, tapping the store owner on the counter. “Why does everyone look like they just saw their debt collector outside?”
The old man, who had been reading a newspaper, froze. His eyes darted around before he whispered, “Boy, keep your voice down...shhh”
Jungkook blinked. Huh?
The old man leaned in closer, lowering his voice like they were in a secret spy mission. “V is always watching.”
Now, Jungkook wasn’t an idiot. He had zero fears (except microwaves because one had exploded near him once, and honestly, that was a reasonable trauma).
But mysterious letters as names? That was sketchy.
“V?” Jungkook repeated, tilting his head. “What, like the letter? What does he do, sue people for bad spelling?”
The old man gasped like Jungkook had just committed high treason. “Are you crazy? You don’t say his name like that!! That man—he’s a gangster. The most feared one in this area...and others too.”
The old man hurriedly nodded, looking genuinely distressed at the topic. “They say he can break a man’s wrist with one hand. He doesn’t show his face much, but when he does, it means someone’s life is over.”
Jungkook perked up. Now that was interesting.
Another customer, a middle-aged lady buying a single banana, suddenly chimed in. “He once shot a man for stepping on his shoes.”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped. “Damn. What brand were the shoes?”
The lady blinked at him. “That’s what concerns you?”
“I mean,” Jungkook shrugged, “if they were limited edition, I kinda get it.”
The old man slapped a hand over his heart, looking like he was about to have a stroke. “You don’t understand. This isn’t a joke!! People around here don’t mention him. It’s better if you pretend he doesn’t exist.”
