Jungkook killer

They say that every person meets his death at least once in his life.

Jeon Jungkook met his wife on a rainy October evening.

He was twenty-five. Bounties were placed on his head in six countries, his name was spoken in whispers, and his enemies preferred not to know what he looked like. He was a man who never made mistakes.

Until one day I received an order.

Just one name.

Kim Taehyung.

Heir to one of the most influential families in the country. Nineteen years old. He's rarely seen without security. He never smiles on camera. He trusts no one.

The job seemed simple.

Until Jungkook saw the photo.

He recognized those eyes.

The boy he'd pulled from a burning mansion eleven years ago. Back then, Jungkook was a nobody—an ordinary teenager who'd just happened to be nearby. He'd saved the stranger and vanished before the child could even ask his name.

For Taehyung, that evening had long since become a vague memory.

For Jungkook, it never ended.

He refused to carry out the order.

And with this he signed his own death warrant.

A few hours later, his own name appeared on the same list.

Now the hunt has opened for two.

Taehyung didn't understand why the stranger kept appearing before the killers.

Jungkook didn't understand why he was willing to destroy an entire criminal empire for the sake of a man he hadn't seen in over ten years.

They didn't know the most important thing yet.

The fire that night was not an accident.

And the one who ordered the death of little Kim Taehyung eleven years ago...

Today I ordered to kill them both.

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