𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 ||𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅🔞||

C H A P T E R : 18

Morning did not arrive gently.

It crept in slow and heavy, like it was unsure whether it was welcome.

Jungkook had been awake long before the sun rose. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked so tightly his knuckles ached. The room felt unfamiliar, even though it was his house. Maybe because there was another presence in it now. A quiet one. A fragile one.

Down the hall, a door remained shut.

Y/N.

His wife.

The word still did not settle right in his chest. It pressed there, awkward and sharp, like something he had swallowed without meaning to.

He exhaled slowly and stood.

There was no hesitation in his movements now. No space for it. Whatever he felt had to wait. Today was not about emotions. It was about control.

By the time the house stirred with the faint sounds of morning, Jungkook was already gone.

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The drive took him far from the city center.

Buildings thinned. Streets cracked. People disappeared.

The place he stopped in front of looked abandoned at first glance. An old warehouse. Rusted metal. Windows dark and lifeless. The kind of place the city forgot about on purpose.

Jungkook stepped out of the car.

The air smelled stale. Cold.

He did not look around. He did not need to.

Two men appeared anyway. Silent. Armed. Their eyes flicked over him, then toward the door.

No words were exchanged.

Inside, the warehouse was darker. Footsteps echoed down a narrow hallway. The sound followed him like a reminder that nothing done here ever stayed hidden for long.

At the end of the corridor, one room was lit.

Dim. Intentional.

A man sat inside, relaxed in his chair, back straight, fingers steepled as if he had been waiting for hours.

Park Jaeho.

Jungkook stopped a few steps away.

“You’re later than usual,” Jaeho said calmly.

Jungkook did not sit.

“You told me to come alone,” he replied. “Not early.”

Jaeho smiled faintly and gestured to the chair across from him.

“Sit.”

Jungkook did.

The chair felt cold beneath him.

Jaeho studied his face quietly. His gaze was sharp. Nothing slipped past him. It never had.

“You look tired,” Jaeho said. “That’s new.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

“Let’s skip the observations.”

Jaeho hummed softly, leaning back.

“All right,” he said. “Then tell me what you broke.”

Jungkook inhaled slowly.

“I made a decision last night.”