Ex-friend Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

A tattoo-covered hand reached out to Taehyung's cheek, brushing his fingers over the fresh bruise. Jungkook peered into his face, wondering if it really belonged to his friend, the one person who had always been loyal to him, the one who had brightened the past with just his smile.

The grass was greener back then... Chon wasn't the man who now ruled the criminal underworld, wielding all power over the city's light from the shadows.

Taehyung winced, wincing painfully—and anger surged through Jungkook's soul at those people after whose games he found the young man abandoned on the street, beaten and drugged.

They'd already been punished, and the mafia hadn't skimped on it. And now all he could do was wait for the younger one to come to his senses.

How Jungkook missed him... every day after the day he disappeared from his friend's life, he remembered that face.

Until I realized that I was slowly starting to forget him.

But the thought continued to live in my head: not to look, so as not to be tempted to stay and put myself in danger.

Only the past found him itself.

The heavy thoughts dissipated the moment Taehyung's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

Jungkook pulled back impulsively, clinging to the mask he'd become accustomed to. He didn't know if his former friend would recognize him, and if he did, would he forgive him?

"How are you?" A cold voice, momentarily alien to Chon himself, echoed off the living room walls.