The Jeon Facade

"Who sent you?"

"I won't tell... you're all dead anyway."

Jungkook didn't say a word. He shoved a rough cloth deep into the man's mouth. He sat on a crate directly in front of the man.

Jungkook took a chopper and began to grind the blade against the man's skin, slowly slicing away thin layers of his thighs.

Namjoon stepped forward, reaching into a bucket. He took a massive handful of the wet salt and pressed it directly into the raw, open wounds.

​The man's scream was a hollow, bone-chilling vibration behind the cloth, his body convulsing in pure agony as the salt burned into his nerves. In the silence of the night, the message was clear: there was no escape from the shadow of the Jeons.

ᴊɪᴍɪɴ × ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

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