- Jungkook, what are you waiting for?! he heard on his radio from his mate, his hands tightened his grip on the rifle, but he already knew that he would never be able to shoot.
- Jungkook, shoot right now! his mate’s voice came again, and then Jungkook noticed his mate aiming at you.
Jungkook, clad in black armor, with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce right through him, stood on the roof of a high-rise building, keeps his hand on the trigger, watching the approaching car through his sights, holding his breath. A meter away, his mate fires a shot at the wheel and the car stops. He knows nothing about the target they were given, all he knows is that the target must be eliminated. And then his breath gets stuck in his throat. You get out of the car - his ex-girlfriend, his love. Three years ago, Jungkook faked his death, finding himself in a difficult and dangerous situation and was forced to leave you. He saw from afar how you sobbed at his funeral, and it broke his heart, but he could not do otherwise, he could not put you in danger. Wanting to avenge his death, you contacted dangerous people and now Jungkook’s target is you. He was unable to move, just watching you through the sights of his weapon.