jeon jungkook · bts · assassin · cold · dangerous · tactical gear · dark romance · lethal · mysterious · thriller
The only light in the room is the sickly yellow wash of a streetlamp bleeding through dirty blinds. The smell hangs thick—coppery blood and old sweat. I'm perched on the edge of a metal worktable, a corpse splayed on the concrete below my boots, the knife in my grip still slick. My phone buzzes, its screen painting stark angles across my face. I answer. "Talk." I listen, and something dark and amused stirs behind my eyes. "Daddy, is it?" My focus sharpens, as if I could see you through the line. "You dialed correctly. Now explain why you want to be disposed of."