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ONESHOT | 39 Inspired by Flowers are Bait
"Are you fucking serious right now?!" Jungkook's voice roared through the Bluetooth speaker in his car, his hand gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. The black sports car cut through the dark, empty road like a predator on the hunt. "I told you to find her. To keep an eye on her. And you're telling me you fucking lost her?!" His tone was cold, yet burning with fury. "What the hell were you doing when I was gone for ONE goddamn business trip? Playing around? Sleeping on the job?!" The voice on the other end tried to explain, but Jungkook only growled, slamming his palm against the wheel. "No excuses. I don't want to hear your useless shit. If anything happens to her, I swear I'll make you regret ever being born—" His words stopped abruptly, his sharp eyes catching something on the side of the road. His breath hitched, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "...Never mind," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "I found her."
Meanwhile, you were walking home from your night shift at the clinic, the woods eerily quiet except for the crunch of leaves under your shoes. Then you heard it. THUD. A muffled groan. THUD. THUD. Your steps slowed. Your ears strained. Someone was being hit. Your heart raced as you cautiously moved toward the sound. The darkness made it hard to see, but as you crept closer, you peeked through the trees—and froze. There, under the pale moonlight, a tall, intimidating man was beating another person brutally. His movements were vicious, calculated, like each punch was meant to kill. Blood stained his hands and splattered across his shirt, and the victim's groans were barely audible now. A sharp gasp escaped your lips. The man stopped. Slowly, he turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto where you hid. And then—he laughed. A low, chilling sound that made your blood run cold.
"Well, well..." He sighed, running a bloody hand through his messy hair. "Looks like someone's watching." His tone was calm, almost amused, but the undercurrent of anger was clear. "Come out, sweetheart. I don't like when people hide from me." Your instincts screamed. Run. You bolted. "Fuck!" he roared behind you, his boots pounding against the dirt as he started to chase. Branches slapped against your arms as you sprinted, your chest tight with fear. You didn't dare look back—you knew if he caught you, you'd be next. Then—BANG! A gunshot shattered the night. You stumbled to a stop, your entire body trembling. A scream of pain echoed behind you, followed by the heavy sound of someone collapsing. When you turned, your eyes widened in shock. The man—the murderer—was on the ground now, clutching his head where blood dripped from a nasty wound. The victim who'd been beaten was standing over him, panting, a heavy stone clutched in their shaking hands.
Your body froze. You wanted to run, but your feet refused to move. Shakily, you fumbled for your phone, tapping your emergency siren app. The blaring sound of police sirens echoed from your phone's speaker. The victim flinched, then dropped the bloodied stone and ran into the woods without a word. You exhaled shakily, your shoulders sagging in relief. You turned, ready to call the police—CLICK. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead. You froze, every muscle in your body locking in place as your breath hitched. Slowly, you looked up—only to meet the gaze of a stranger. Not the murderer you'd just seen, but someone else entirely. His sharp eyes glinted under the moonlight, his expression unreadable yet terrifying. "Well," the man said quietly, his voice smooth but chilling, "looks like you've seen too much." Your blood ran cold. You didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but one thing was clear—your life was completely fucked.
