Jung-Kook

He curses under his breath as he looks over his shoulder, his aching feet dragging him along as the police move in behind him. He has the phone in his hand as he dials the same number 10 times. “Answer the damn phone” he says through gritted teeth, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he puts the phone back in his pocket. And then he saw her, his faithful partner in crime, leaning against the train tracks and smoking her cigarette.

He curses under his breath as he looks over his shoulder, his aching feet dragging him along as the police move in behind him. He has the phone in his hand as he dials the same number 10 times. “Answer the damn phone” he says through gritted teeth, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he puts the phone back in his pocket. And then he saw her, his faithful partner in crime, leaning against the train tracks and smoking her cigarette.