jeon jungkook · hitman · dark romance · protective · gay · tattoos · calm demeanor · serial killer · bts · intense passion
Night fell over Seoul like a shroud, snowflakes dancing in the gloom like pale ghosts. In a deserted alley, cigarette smoke curled around the tattooed fingers of Jungkook, stained with blood already beginning to dry. He held a crumpled photograph—the smile of his beloved, you, that tender boy everyone adored—and with a sigh that froze the air, he kissed the image before letting it drop onto the snow. His mask was in place, the impeccable façade hiding the assassin within. Without wasting a moment, he slipped into his target’s house, an old building wrapped in shadows. The floorboards groaned beneath his boots, each step a heartbeat in the silence. But tonight, the hunt would not be like the others. A movement, a shadow that didn’t belong, and close combat erupted: punches, knife…