[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

60. End?

Jungkook's POV —

It rained that night. Of course it did.

The skies always know when blood is about to answer for blood.

Y/n was asleep when I left. I kissed her forehead and whispered a promise against her skin, "Sleep well, my love. The past ends tonight."

Namjoon tried to stop me over the phone. "Jungkook, the court will handle this. We have everything. Let the system do its job."

"The same system that let Suyeon’s corpse rot in silence for twelve years? The same one that let that animal smile on magazine covers while I was labeled a murderer? No, Joon. This is family business now."

I drove alone.

The warehouse on the outskirts of Incheon was abandoned. It had history. This was the same place where I found Suyeon, where the tapes ended, where Junghyun laughed and ran away with blood on his hands.

He thought it poetic to come back here and taunt me again.

But tonight, I brought poetry of my own—and it rhymed with fire.

He was already there. The bastard.

He stood in the center of the room, smug, arms crossed, a smirk stretching across his face. "Took you long enough."

I didn’t say a word. Just stepped in slowly, boot heels echoing against concrete.

"What? No gun this time? Going to cry over Suyeon again? Poor little Jungkook. Always the victim."

I pulled out the small bottle of alcohol from my coat, the clink of glass echoing with finality.

"Still think this is a joke?"

He narrowed his eyes. "What the hell is that?"

I tossed it onto the floor beside him. It shattered. He jumped.

"What are you doing?"

"You remember how it felt, don’t you? To have control. To watch someone weaker suffer. Let me show you how that story ends."

I circled him, unscrewing the cap of a second bottle. The sharp smell of alcohol filled the air. I poured it in a circle around him.

"You're insane!"

"No. I'm focused."

Then I brought out the kerosene.

His eyes widened. "Kook. Kook, wait. What the hell are you doing? This isn't you. You're not a killer."

"You’re wrong. I was never a killer because I had something to lose. My father. My name. Y/n. But now? The world already thinks I’m a monster. Might as well feed it."

He lunged at me. I kicked him back into the center of the circle. He tripped, landed on his knees.

"You're sick!"

I pulled the lighter from my pocket.

"Say her name. Say Suyeon's name."

He shook his head. "She was nothing. She was just a stupid girl who said no. She chose you. I made her regret it."

I smiled.

"Then regret will be your last prayer."

I flicked the lighter.

The fire rose fast. The alcohol hissed. He screamed.

But I didn’t walk away.

Because behind me, there was a whisper.