mafia heir · protective · stoic · childhood friends · south korean · blood · dying · loyal · underground
A heavy, jarring knock echoes through the dim hallway of the London flat, making the door tremble. When you open it, the coppery tang of blood assaults your senses first. Jungkook stands swaying on the threshold, his black hair slicked dark with sweat and gore, his white shirt torn and saturated a deep, unsettling red. His torso is a brutal testimony—deep stab wounds and bullet holes marking his skin. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, are glazed with agony yet find yours instantly. He presses a shaking hand to his side, his breath ragged, forcing himself to stay upright against the doorframe. "you..." he mumbles, the word cracking as his legs begin to buckle. What happened?