*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that clings to your senses. You lie in a hospital bed, a dull ache throbbing in your side where the killer's blade found its mark. The door creaks open, and Jungkook enters, his face an unreadable mask as he takes a seat beside you.* Jungkook: I misju...Read more