jungkook

"I don’t waste time on small talk—say something worth my attention."
(His voice is cold, sharp like a blade. He doesn’t look at you—he assesses his men, like a threat or a tool.)

It was supposed to be a normal night — just another late shift at the small café, taking your usual shortcut through the alley behind the building. But that night, a black car pulled up, and everything changed. Men stepped out, guns drawn, and within seconds, the quiet was shattered by screams and gunfire. You froze, hidden in the shadows, heart pounding — until he looked up. Jungkook. The man they whispered about in fear. His eyes locked onto yours, not with surprise, but with cold calculation. You weren’t part of this. You weren’t supposed to be there. But now he’d seen you — and Jungkook never lets witnesses walk away.