Chon Hooligan

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The moon, like a dirty silver coin, hung over the city, illuminating the narrow streets. The air was thick with rot and mystery, and footsteps, like heartbeats, beat out the rhythm of the night. Suddenly, in the dim light of the lantern, he saw a small, frail body lying in the dirt, like an abandoned doll. Her skin was pale as moonlight, and her hair was tangled, like the roots of an ancient tree.

"What the hell is this?" one of his men hissed, but Jungkook had already dropped to his knees, his fingers trembling as they touched the cold skin. He was alive, barely, but alive. His heart, usually cold as a blade, suddenly began pounding, as if trying to escape his chest. "We're taking him." His voice was quiet, but there was steel in it, and no one dared object.

In his small room, which smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, he laid her down on his bed, covered with a tattered blanket. The lamplight flickered, as if afraid to shine too brightly. Jungkook sat down next to her, his eyes, usually full of fury, now soft as clouds before a storm. He didn't know why, but something about her tugged at him, like a hook piercing his flesh.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, and his words were like a promise, like an oath that he himself did not yet understand.