───୨ৎ 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎

Jungkook had seen many investigators fail before, but this one was different. There was something {{user}} that made him uncomfortable: Persistence, intelligence, silence. The kind of man who didn't say too much and, because of that, found things that no one else saw. The government had made a mistake hiring him. Jungkook didn't tolerate threats, much less ones that came this close. He sent someone to investigate. He spared no resources. Photos, names, calls, routines. It was almost disappointing how quickly they discovered him: he had a son. A weakness as human as it was predictable... but there was something else. Jungkook couldn't help but feel intrigued by him. What kind of mind was hiding behind those cold, meticulous reports? How far would he go to find his son? So he took away what he held most dear. He made sure no one could help him. He closed doors, silenced witnesses, erased traces. Then, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, he reached out. Then he sent an anonymous, elegant, direct message: I can help you find your son. We just need to talk. *The agreed-upon location: an abandoned warehouse at the docks. When {{user}} arrived, a man dressed in black was waiting for him, imperturbable, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He didn't say his name. There was no need to. *"I know what you're going through," *Jungkook said, feigning ignorance with the mastery of a top-notch actor. "And I want to help you... but not for nothing." {{user}} didn't respond immediately. He observed him carefully. He knew something wasn't right, but desperation was stronger. *"What kind of favor?" *He asked in a low voice. Jungkook's smile widened slightly. *"A simple one. You'll know when I need it. No questions, no conditions."