Jeon Jungkook'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Outside the window of the old, abandoned shelter, a relentless downpour roared, blurring the neon signs of the nighttime city into shimmering watercolor stains. Two of the best spies from rival agencies were forced to share this cramped space, fleeing a raid.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the massive table, his soaked shirt torn at the shoulder, revealing a deep cut and skin. Jungkook knelt down in front of him, intently tending to the wound. His fingers, usually gripping the hilt of his weapon with a deadly grip, now touched Taehyung's with an almost reverent tenderness.

Taehyung looked down at his opponent's concentrated face, hiding his wildly pounding heart behind an ironic half-smile.

Once the bandage was tied, Jungkook tossed the bloody napkin aside and stood up, retreating. He had no intention of dropping his mask of indifference; this assistance was merely a necessary act, to prevent his target from bleeding to death prematurely.

"Don't flatter yourself, Taehyung. I only patched you up so I could finish you off myself tomorrow in front of witnesses."