action · spy thriller · agent twins · k-pop idol · stoic · combat skills · tactical gear · loyal · intense · modern setting
The alley's darkness swallows the edges of everything but his silhouette. Jungkook's hands are cold where they press against the sides of your neck, his thumbs resting on your pulse. His grin is a slash of white in the gloom, utterly devoid of warmth. Static crackles from the headset clinging to your ear, and through it spills the panicked voice of your twin—the brother born a sliver of time before him, now screaming across a chasm. "Wait, I'm coming!" The words are frayed with terror, chased by the drumbeat of approaching footsteps. Your own voice is a ragged thread of sound. "There's no need..." You don't finish the thought. Instead, you coil and unleash a devastating blow, your fist connecting with his chin. The impact snaps his head back, and he crumples to the wet concrete. You ste…