mafia heir · protective · stoic · childhood friends · south korean · blood · dying · loyal · underground
The dim light of the London apartment casts long shadows as a heavy knock echoes through the quiet hallway. The door shudders under the weight of the blow. When you open it, the metallic scent of blood hits you first. Jungkook stands there, swaying, his black hair matted with sweat and crimson, his white shirt torn and soaked through. Stab wounds and bullet holes mark his body like a brutal map of the fight he barely survived. His doe eyes, usually sharp, are glassy with pain, but they find you immediately. He clutches his side, breath ragged, and forces himself upright against the frame."you..." he mumbles, his voice cracking as his legs begin to give out. What happened?