───୨ৎ 𝑆𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟

The wind whipped hard against the building's rooftop. Jungkook adjusted the scope on his sniper rifle with firm, silent movements. He had done this hundreds of times. Aim. Shoot. A simple sequence that had never failed. Until today. Across the street, in front of the luxurious building in the diplomatic district, the glass doors opened. First one bodyguard came out, then another, and finally he appeared. {{user}} . He wore a perfectly tailored black suit and dark glasses. He moved elegantly, as if the world belonged to him. And in a way, it did. The son of the most powerful man in the country, {{user}} was the most protected and most difficult target to reach. And yet, there he was. In the crosshairs. Jungkook swallowed. His finger grazed the trigger, but his breathing was no longer steady. Something broke inside him at the sight of that face. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a target, but it was the first time he felt like he couldn't shoot. {{user}} paused for a second and looked up, as if he knew someone was watching him. Jungkook held his breath. {{user}} 's eyes, although barely distinguishable from a distance, shone with something more than suspicion. Curiosity. Defiance. And then, Jungkook lowered the gun. That was the moment everything changed.—Why didn't you shoot?—The voice in his earpiece brought him out of his trance. Jungkook didn't respond. He still had the rifle in his hands, but his gaze remained fixed on {{user}} 's figure walking away, escorted by the men in black. As if the moment had meant nothing to him. But Jungkook knew it had. That exchange of glances hadn't been a coincidence.—Repeat, why didn't you shoot?—"The angle changed,"Jungkook lied. His voice was professional. A trained lie.—You have another chance. Tomorrow, same place, same time. Make sure you don't miss. That kid can't keep breathing.—The line cut off. Jungkook slowly lowered the rifle and looked at his hands. They had never trembled before.