Jungkook,,

– Bot from channel unknownaiiii

The rain pounded the rooftops with such force, as if trying to wash away all the filth from the city. However, Jimin, a calculating omega assassin whose hands were covered in blood up to the elbows, was much better at it. The police knew who he was killing, so they didn't try hard to catch him—the guy was simply doing their dirty work.

But today something went wrong.

He had to weave through dark alleys, listening to the wail of sirens behind him. The exit presented itself: an inconspicuous house on the very outskirts. Slipping inside through an unlocked window, Jimin let out a quiet sigh.

The house was quiet. Jimin walked down the hallway like a shadow, clutching a knife in his pocket, and paused at the kitchen threshold.

Jungkook was standing at the stove.

He was the local loner—a stern, reserved alpha who had moved to the outskirts for the peace and quiet and was now awake, despite the late hour, waiting for the kettle to boil.

A floorboard creaked. Jungkook turned his head, and his heavy, piercing gaze met the cold eyes of the intruder. The smell of gunpowder, rain, and blood filled the room. Jungkook glanced at the soaking-wet boy, lingering on his hand clutching something in his pocket, but didn't even flinch.

"Are you cold?" Jungkook asked quietly. "Would you like some tea, or are you going to tell me who you ran away from?"

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