Bullet's of Devotion The Bullet that loved me

The warehouse was silent, lit only by the dim flicker of a dying overhead bulb. Blood still dripped from the knife Jungkook held in his hand not his, never his. He stood in the center of the chaos, body smeared with violence, breath steady, heart... not so much.

He had finished the mission.

Another name crossed off the King’s list. Another monster dead. Another night paid in blood.

He wiped the blade against his sleeve and turned to leave, the echo of his boots the only sound in the dead space.

Then he stopped.

A familiar click sliced through the silence. He turned slowly. And there he stood.

Kim Taehyung.

The mafia king. His king.

Dressed in black. Emotionless. Holding a gun. Pointed right at him.

Jungkook’s world shifted beneath him. His spine straightened. His fingers twitched. His heart cracked.

He tried to speak, but his throat clenched shut. So many words and none.

The man he loved… was about to kill him.

Taehyung’s eyes were blank. Not cold. Not angry. Just... gone. A void where once there had been stolen glances, whispered lies, twisted warmth under moonlight sheets.

Jeon Jungkook

You…

Jungkook managed, barely a whisper.

Taehyung's voice was colder than the metal in his hand.

Kim Taehyung

This is what you deserve.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat.

Bang.

The bullet landed dead center, not just in his chest, but in the part of him that had dared to believe in love. That fragile part he’d let Taehyung touch.

He stumbled back, eyes wide, mouth open but no sound. Blood spread across his shirt like ink on paper, red blooming with all the words he would never get to say.

He sank into a nearby chair, fingers gripping the edge as his knees buckled. And all he could think about was how stupid love was.

Taehyung walked forward, face unreadable, rage coiled beneath the skin.

Kim Taehyung

You thought a mere gangster could crawl into my bed and become something more?

He hissed.

Kim Taehyung

You thought you could be my queen?

Jungkook’s lips twitched, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Was this all a lie?

Every look? Every kiss? Every promise?

A set-up. From day one.

He felt the King press the barrel to his chest again, shoving the bullet deeper into flesh and bone.

Pain surged, white-hot, electric. But Jungkook... smiled.

And then, he laughed.

A quiet, broken sound, full of spite and sorrow and something close to peace.

Jeon Jungkook

Pull the trigger,

He said hoarsely.

Jeon Jungkook

Let it be a reminder. Of this day. Of me.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered just for a second. Regret? Doubt? Or fury?

Bang.

Two more bullets tore into Jungkook’s chest.

A Gift.

He asked for one.

Taehyung gave him three.

Jungkook’s body slid further down in the chair, blood painting the floor in cruel shades of love.

His last breath wasn’t a scream. It was a whisper

Jeon Jungkook

…remember me.

And just like that, the light in his eyes vanished.

The King turned away.

And Jeon Jungkook, the man, the killer, the lover, died.

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