Bandit Jeon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sat on the hood of an old BMW, one foot on the ground, the other bent at the knee.

The man tilted his head back, staring into the black sky shrouded in the grimy haze of city lights. In the dim light, his profile looked as if it were carved from granite — the sharp line of his cheekbone, a slightly rounded nose, tightly pressed lips. He listened as two of his henchmen reported something quickly in hushed tones. He himself didn't utter a single word.

His gaze, empty and drifting, swept across the wall, the trash bins... and for a moment caught on a shadow in the doorway — on Taehyung, who had been watching in fascination the man who came to his bar every night, yet never noticed the youth.

Kim's heart sank, then began to beat so hard it rang in his ears. But Jungkook's gaze didn't linger, as always. He didn't recognize him, showed no interest — and turned away, as if erasing him from reality.

One of the guys, the younger one, laughed insolently, nodding toward Taehyung:
— Boss, the kid's here again. Watching you like a fan.

Jeon didn't even turn around. He only slightly turned his head, and the streetlight for a second illuminated his half-smile — joyless, crooked, almost contemptuous.

— Don't waste your time on him. You don't touch ghosts.