Viguki//Bodyguard

The man stood on the terrace of his house, looking out to sea. His black eyes were lost in the horizon, where the dark water merged with the night sky.

Jungkook was deep in thought, but he sensed a presence. He didn't know how he could sense Taehyung's presence when he was invisible and inaudible.

Taehyung... his bodyguard. The man the mafia allowed closest to them. Kim became the head of Jeong's shield, sword, support, and amulet. For six years, they had become one: a man and his shadow.

“Taehyung,” the man says without turning around.

Kim seems to separate herself from the shadow of the house as she walks onto the veranda.

“There are four hours left until the meeting, Mr. Chon,” he says in a baritone as pleasant as the velvet of the night.

In four hours, important negotiations awaited them. This was a den of snakes, not people, dangerous as venomous predators. They had never been in anything like this before.

“Sit down,” a calm voice, in which someone would have heard an order, but for Taehyung it was an invitation.

The bodyguard sits down in the chair, looking in the same direction as the boss.

"Aren't you afraid of dying, Taehyung?" the man breaks the silence after about ten minutes, walking over to the table and sitting closer to Kim.