Cop Kim

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The rain pounded the gym's large windows like a metronome, keeping time with Taehyung's punching bag. However, even their methodical pace couldn't drown out the thoughts swirling around one name, firmly ingrained in his mind over the past few weeks: Jeon Jungkook.

The photos in the file are blurry, taken with a hidden camera. Young, incredibly handsome, with eyes that bespoke not naivety but cold, calculated calculation. He is the king of a kingdom woven from money, new-age drugs, and connections so high-up that his superiors spoke of him through gritted teeth. Perhaps even Chon's men were among them.

Kim's boxing was interrupted by a call, short but meaningful: 'We've spotted you, we're on our way.'

“I’m alone,” Taehyung muttered, hastily tearing the protective bandages off his hands.

He really wanted to catch this elusive ghost on his own.

The old hangar greeted him with silence and mustiness. The policeman walked in the darkness, peering into the gloom, perhaps not seeing, but sensing the presence of something more powerful.

"You got caught on camera on purpose so I could come here, didn't you?" Kim asks into the darkness, knowing he'll be heard.