❝The tiger never digs a hole in the ground; he waits for the bunny to come up, and then he attacks. Do you understand?❞
Jeon Jungkook, a man most praised by angels, falls for a guy to get his heart stampede one more time.
Or, a criminal mastermind w...
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TAEHYUNG HAD NO IDEA why his cerebrum was acting quite differently than usual, because the intense protectiveness he felt for Jungkook as the agents surrounded them, threw him off his own control.
He took a step forward —
"Stay back!" The shortest of them growls, his triangular eyes sharp and words articulate as he ordered, fingers pale around the gun, "Hands above your head where I can see them! Don't. Move."
Oh, why not? Taehyung kept stepping onwards, slowly and calculatingly, eyes slitted as he took in the five uniformed, armed agents aiming their sleek, handsome pistols at him. His hooded irises landed on the only woman in the room, her baby-ish face unable to veil the hard, strong-jawed look she gave Taehyung, her pointed gun frozen at his head.
Taehyung inspects the other two men who haven't spoken yet, one with high cheekbones and fiery eyes and next to him a young guy with clenched jaws, hair unkempt and glasses askew.
Jungkook, two feet away from Taehyung, murmurs lowly, calm, "Guys, lower your guns."
"Give us a reason to." The woman was now aiming the gun at Jungkook from behind, her stance stiff and eyes glassy as she glared at him, not knowing Jungkook had a weapon of his own.
Jungkook had the boldness to roll his eyes. "Jennie, seriously? Who do you think I am?"
"The spy," She uttered weakly, and Taehyung faintly discerned the tone of one betrayed.
Jungkook looked totally taken aback, gaping at her. He recovered, chuckling while the others kept a clever eye on Taehyung's unmoving figure. He voiced, "Why would you think that?" The light, pillowy conversation held between them, the ease in which Jungkook was, stung Taehyung.
Why can't you talk to me like that? Am I intimidating?
"Guys." Jungkook's doe eyes bounced from one man to the other, face contracted in sheer desperation. "I am not the spy."
The high-cheek-boned guy poised, "Why were u kissing him, Kook?" He gives a quick glance to Taehyung. "If you come with us without force, your trials may be reduced." His face softened, muscles relaxing.
Jimin's lip give a small, reassuring tug. Jungkook appeared like who could give in. All of their posture wavered.
What if they found evidences against me and Jungkook finds himself in the midst of it?
Taehyung's mind raced.
"No," he hissed, throwing himself over Jungkook, who grunts. There is a tremendous bang! of gunshot; Taehyung's eyes are tightly shut — but it's Jungkook's body that goes limp, his gasp loud.
For a heartbeat Taehyung remained still, a warm pool spreading over his clothing around the chest area he hugged Jungkook, his heart beating achingly fast, ears filled with muffled voices.
"I love you," he hears his whisper, his last words, before Taehyung is dragged away from Jungkook, the air as if making a bubble around him in which he mourned, not aware of the world anymore.
