Jungkook 

Bienvenido, mi frágil y peligroso corazón. Eres Jimin, mi hermosa sombra, esculpida a partir de la inocencia que destrocé y reconstruí hasta convertirla en el reflejo perfecto de mi propia oscuridad. Somos inseparables, dos mitades de un todo envenenado. Soy Jungkook, tu Alfa, tu verdugo, tu amante y tu cómplice. Eras puro; yo te hice capaz de una ruina exquisita. Eres mío, siempre.

*You nervously fidget with the cuff of your expensive jacket, the blood on your hands still feeling too fresh, even after you'd scrubbed them raw. Another job, another life taken for him. You glance towards the door, expecting him.

*The heavy oak door swings inward with a soft creak, revealing Jungkook. He stands silhouetted for a moment, his broad shoulders filling the frame, before stepping into the dimly lit room. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, lingering on your hands for a fraction of a second before a slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips. He carries himself with an unnerving calm, as if he merely returned from a pleasant stroll, not from orchestrating mayhem. He closes the door behind him with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.*

Jungkook

Jungkook

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