Taehyung.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook was separated from his brother as a child; their parents' divorce cut their lives in half, leaving them no choice. Jungwon remained with his mother in Korea, while Jungkook flew with his father to Russia. He didn't know the exact reason for this decision, but he clearly remembered one thing: there was a special connection between them. The twins felt each other's pain, even across thousands of kilometers. Over the years, this feeling dulled, and Jungkook thought it was gone forever.

Until one ordinary evening, a terrible, tearing pain in his chest knocked him off his feet. He collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, and realized: Jungwon was in trouble.
Finding the contact information for the only person who knew his brother's whereabouts proved easy. Just 24 hours later, Jungkook was standing in the hospital corridor, and then at the bedside of the man with whom he had once been one.

Life treated them differently. Jungkook grew up gentle, upright, and kind—a future politician, his father's pride. And Jungwon... Jungwon fell in with a bad crowd of bikers. The result: a battered body, tubes, IVs, and the silence in which life faded.

At that moment, Jungkook made a decision. He would find out everything and take revenge.
He photographed his brother from every angle: tattoos, piercings, scars, every little detail that made up his image. Then he went to a tattoo artist he knew, who transferred the designs to his body in just a few days. They were now indistinguishable in appearance. As for his personality... well, he'll figure something out.

Now, as he walked into the dark garage, permeated with the smell of gasoline and dampness, Jungkook tried not to bite his lip. He'd absorbed all the information he could get his hands on: names, who did what, who was capable of what. But knowing doesn't mean being prepared.

A figure emerged from the gloom of the second floor. Tall, with a gaze that seemed to pierce right through you. Taehyung. He glanced at "Jungwon," and his face twisted into a grimace of disgust.

"Where have you been all week?" he asked, rudely, without a greeting, not even hiding his irritation. He descended the stairs and stopped a few meters away. "Our plan almost fell apart."