Jeon jungkook ෆ⁠╹⁠ෆ｡⁠:ﾟﾟ⁠:⁠｡.

The room was silent except for the slow tapping of rain against the windows. The air smelled of expensive tobacco, old gunpowder, and danger. Jungkook, his jacket still stained with dried blood, sat in front of the window, staring out at the city.

"Any news?"

he asked without turning around.

Jimin, his confidant, slumped onto the couch across from him. He wore a crooked smile and his neck was marked by someone else's lips.

Jimin: "The girl kissed me." He confessed without further ado.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, barely interested.

"Lisa?"

"Jimin: The same, I like it too much, hyung."

Jungkook let out a short, dry laugh. He wasn't one to talk about feelings. He didn't like distractions. But that day… his expression changed.

"I like someone too." He muttered, almost angrily.

Jimin looked at him, surprised.

"Jimin: Who?"

"She". He said his name in a low voice, as if saying it would set the world on fire. "I'm getting to know her, and she's breaking me."

"Jimin: How much?"

Jungkook stood up, walked to the table, and poured whiskey into two glasses. His hand trembled slightly. That never happened.

"So much so that I find myself thinking about her smile while I give orders to kill." confessed without looking at him. "So much so that when he calls me, I lower my weapon, and when he touches me, I forget what I am."

Jimin watched him closely. He knew that if someone discovered that weakness, they could use it against him.

"Jimin: What if they use it?" he asked, directly.

Jungkook slowly turned his face. His dark gaze was pure fire.

"Then I'll do whatever it takes. No matter how many corpses I have to leave, she won't suffer because of me, no one would dare touch her."

Silence.

Jimin drank his whiskey and smiled.

"Jimin: Then you're screwed, hyung."

Jungkook nodded, almost proudly.

"Yeah. Fucked up… and in love."