Jungkook stepped out of the room, the door shutting softly behind him. His gaze immediately found Namjoon, standing silently by the hallway.
“Keep an eye on them,”jungkook said quietly, his voice low
“And make sure no one finds out he’s here… or that I brought him.”
Namjoon gave a firm nod.
“If he wakes up,” Jungkook added, turning his head slightly,
“call me immediately.”
With that, he walked away, his footsteps echoing down the corridor quiet, composed, and unreadable.
Namjoon stared at the closed door, then glanced down the hallway where Jungkook had just disappeared. His footsteps had long faded, but the heaviness of his presence still lingered.
Turning back to the door, Namjoon narrowed his eyes, thoughts swirling in quiet unrest.
“Who exactly are you?” he wondered silently.
“And how are you connected to the Young Lord?”
He let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
It wasn’t the first time questions filled his mind questions that had no answers.
Almost always, Jungkook left him in the dark. Always acting on instinct. Always silent. Always unreachable
“Why is he so Mad… at you?” Namjoon thought again.
“Or is it… for you?”
He didn’t know which one frightened him more.
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Jungkook sat in his car , the engine humming softly as the night slipped by in silence.
The road stretched ahead, empty and dim under the streetlights.
His hands stayed steady on the steering wheel, his expression blank eyes fixed, but thoughts elsewhere.
Then, his phone lit up.
A small notification appeared on the screen.
“The work is done, Young Lord.”
No name. No other details.
Jungkook glanced at it once, he chuckle slightly but He didn’t reply. He simply locked the phone and placed it aside without a word.
His foot pressed down a little harder on the pedal.
No hesitation.
No turning back.
He drove onward, toward his destination toward something only he knew.
After nearly thirty minutes of silent driving, Jungkook finally turned into a narrow, forgotten road that led to the outskirts of the city.
The sky was dark, the faint hum of his engine echoing off the crumbling walls of an old, abandoned building ahead.
He stepped out of the car, his black boots hitting the gravel with a dull thud. The cold air wrapped around him like silence thick, heavy, waiting.
A man approached from the shadows.
“Young Lord,” he said, bowing slightly.
“This way.”
Jungkook didn’t reply. He simply followed.
The corridor inside was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb, casting eerie shadows along the cracked concrete walls.
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Infinite Tsukuyomi (無限月読) //Taekook
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