Chapter 101

Jin was driving, hands tight on the steering wheel. Jungkook sat in the front seat, staring out the window. His eyes were dull, distant, sad. Jin glanced at his brother and guilt twisted in his chest. He shouldn’t have shouted at him. Not at his little brother.

“Hey, Kook,” Jin called softly, trying to get his attention. “Hmmm?” Jungkook hummed, not looking away.

“Are you… angry with me?” Jin asked, his voice careful. Jungkook stayed silent. “You’re not going to talk to me now?” Jin tried again.

Still…. Nothing. “I’m sorry, Kook,” Jin said quietly. The words felt heavy. He was angry, at himself, for yelling at his little brother. At his kook.

“No need to be,” Jungkook replied, his voice low. “Ani… I shouldn’t have yelled at you——” Jin started, but Jungkook cut him off. “I said you don’t need to be sorry, hyung! Just drive, please!” Jungkook snapped.

Jin sighed, tired and defeated, but he said nothing more and focused back on the road.

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They were in the VIP room, waiting for the doctor. The door opened, revealing Dr. Hwang and Hyunwoo.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hyunwoo greeted. Jungkook only glanced at him.

Jin stood up and bowed slightly to the doctor, who returned the bow deeply. “Are you okay, Kook?” Hyunwoo asked, gently running a hand through Jungkook’s hair.

“I’m alright. I’m completely fine,” Jungkook said, frustration seeping into his voice. “I don’t know why the hell you guys are making such a big deal out of this.”

“It is a big deal, Kook,” Jin said firmly. “It’s your health. And your health matters.”

Jungkook didn’t reply. He just turned his face away.

“Let’s start,” Hyunwoo said with a sigh. Jin nodded. Jungkook walked over and sat on the chair, just like he always did, quiet, obedient, too used to this.

“So, Jungkook,” Dr. Hwang began calmly, “as usual, I want you to be honest with me. Alright?” Jungkook nodded.

“Okay. Let’s start with the basics. Are you taking your meals properly?” Jungkook nodded again. “Meds?” Another nod.

“Good,” the doctor said. “What about the headaches?” “Sometimes… in the morning,” Jungkook replied. “And chest pain?”

Jungkook hesitated. His fingers curled slightly. He had felt it just yesterday. “S… sometimes,” he said.

“Jungkook,” Hyunwoo warned softly, “answer honestly.” “I am being honest!” Jungkook snapped, offended. “No, you’re not,” Hyunwoo replied. “I am.” Jungkook said back.

“Fine,” Dr. Hwang interrupted gently. “When was the last time you felt the pain?”

Jin looked at Hyunwoo, and then at Jungkook, who was already staring at the floor. Jin’s chest felt tight, suffocating. “y-yesterday,” Jungkook mumbled.

Jin’s eyes widened. Hyunwoo froze. “Then why didn’t you tell us?” Hyunwoo asked. Jungkook said nothing.

“It’s okay,” the doctor said, breaking the tension. “Let’s do some quick scans and checks, alright?” Jungkook nodded silently. “Okay… then only one can stay with him,” Dr. Hwang said.

“I’ll stay with him,” Hyunwoo said immediately, before Jin could even open his mouth. Jin agreed. He knew Jungkook would feel shy, uncomfortable, if it was him.

“You’re okay, right?” Jin asked softly, noticing Jungkook’s silence. Jungkook only nodded. Jin looked at Hyunwoo and gestured for him to come aside. Hyunwoo followed. The doctor joined them too, leaving Jungkook alone in the room.

The doctor spoke about the scans and they listened. Once the doctor was done, Jin took a deep breath before speaking. “ummm… H-he is taking these!” he said, pulling out the pillbox.

The moment Hyunwoo and the doctor saw it, their eyes widened. “He’s taking this?” Hyunwoo asked sharply. Jin nodded. “Y-yesterday… I found it. Half of it is already finished.”

Hyunwoo’s jaw clenched. Anger surged through him. After all his pleading-his begging after everything he had said to Jungkook… he still took them. He still disobeyed.

“He knew you knew about it?” Hyunwoo asked, his voice turning cold. Jin nodded again. “Samchoon… you already knew about this, didn’t you?” he asked quietly.

Hyunwoo looked at him, and nodded.

Something inside Jin cracked. “Y-you knew… and y-you—–” Jin stammered, disbelief flooding his voice, but Hyunwoo cut him off.

“What would’ve changed even if I told you?” Hyunwoo snapped, though his voice wasn’t angry, it was tired. Broken. Hopeless “Do you think he would’ve listened to you? Or me? He won’t. He does whatever he wants. He never listens to anyone.”

Jin stared at him, eyes wide.

“Even if he doesn’t listen to me,” Jin said, his voice shaking, “you could’ve told me the truth. The actual fucking truth, samchoon. But no one did. Not you. Not dad. Not him. No one. All you do is hide things from me… lie to me about my own brother. That’s what you all do.”

Hyunwoo’s eyes hardened. “You think I’m doing this on purpose?” he said voice dangerously calm. “Then you’re wrong, Jin. You won’t be able to bear the truth. You never will.”

With that, he turned and walked back into the room. Jin stood there, frozen, trying to process his words.

What did he mean… I won’t be able to bear it? Bear what? Jin exhaled shakily and turned to the doctor.

“Is… is there something wrong with these pills?” he asked. “Y-yesterday… he took two. Or more. Hobi said it might be an overdose.”

“He took two?” the doctor asked, shocked. Jin nodded. “I’ll check on him. Don’t worry,” the doctor assured before heading inside. Jin followed shortly after.

Inside, Jungkook sat silently on the bed. Hyunwoo was already going through the medical reports. Jin sighed and walked over to Jungkook, crouching slightly in front of him.

“I’ll be right here,” Jin said softly. Jungkook nodded, still quiet.

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They were in the examination room now. The doctor and the nurse entered. The nurse began setting up the equipment while Dr. Hwang moved closer to Jungkook.

“Let me listen to your heart, hmm?” Dr. Hwang said.bJungkook nodded. Dr. Hwang placed the stethoscope against Jungkook’s chest “Take a deep breath.” Jungkook did.

“Do you feel any uneasiness?” the doctor asked. “Shortness of breath? Anything?” Jungkook shook his head.

The doctor nodded. “Roll up your sleeves.” Jungkook hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the nurse.

“It’s okay,” Dr. Hwang assured gently. “Nothing goes outside this room.” Jungkook sighed and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Fresh scars. New ones.

Hyunwoo’s jaw tightened. His anger spiked instantly. “Did he do that?” Hyunwoo asked sharply. Jungkook stayed silent.

“Jungkook, I’m asking you something!” Hyunwoo snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me, huh?!”b”What would you even do if I told you?” Jungkook yelled back, his eyes glistening.

“Jungkook…” Hyunwoo’s voice cracked, the anger giving way to hurt. “You know how much I care about you. How many times have I told you not to hide these scars? You should’ve called me when things got hard.”

Jungkook said nothing. He turned toward the doctor. “Can you just continue?” he asked quietly. The doctor nodded.

He picked up an empty syringe and gently inserted the needle into Jungkook’s arm. Jungkook didn’t flinch. Not even a hiss. His face remained blank as the blood was drawn.

“Let’s do an ECG and an ultrasound, alright?” the doctor said. Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration. “I said I’m fine. I don’t need scans. I just felt a little dizzy last night….. that’s it, you all are overreacting!”

“No, Jungkook,” the doctor replied calmly. “Your chest pain is becoming frequent. This isn’t something to ignore. I hope you understand.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away.

“I want you to lie down and remove your shirt,” the doctor said. Jungkook did as told, lying on the bed and pulling his shirt off, only to reveal more scars. Fresh bruises layered over old ones.

Hyunwoo felt his chest tighten. Anger. Guilt. Helplessness. He had been seeing Jungkook like this for years.nAnd yet… he had done nothing. That realization hurt the most. Made him more guilty.

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Two hours later.

Jungkook walked into the room where Jin was waiting. He looked exhausted, dizzy, drowsy, barely standing. All he wanted was sleep.

“You good?” Jin asked. Jungkook nodded weakly and leaned against the sofa. Jin gently ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Tired?”

Jungkook nodded again, eyes heavy. “Wanna go home,” Jungkook mumbled.b”Just a few more minutes,” Jin said softly. “Then we’ll go, hmm?” Jungkook nodded.

Jin kept caressing his hair. “Doctors are cruel…” Jungkook mumbled, half-asleep. Jin chuckled softly. “Wae?”

“They suck blood more than vampires,” Jungkook murmured, pouting. “They do everything I hate. The people I hate the most are doctors.”

Jin laughed quietly as Jungkook’s words slurred. He felt Jungkook’s weight slowly sink against him.

Moments later, Jungkook was asleep, his head resting on Jin’s shoulder.

Jin smiled faintly. “Look how cute you are,” he whispered, admiring his brother. A few minutes later, the door opened again.

Hyunwoo entered with Dr. Hwang, several reports clutched in the doctor’s hand. “He slept?” Hyunwoo asked.

Jin hummed and said, “He said he was tired.” Hyunwoo nodded and gestured for Jin to come over.

Jin carefully shifted Jungkook, gently laying him down on the couch. Jungkook didn’t stir, his face calm, too calm.

Jin then sat beside Hyunwoo. Across from them, Dr. Hwang flipped through the reports. His brows slowly knitted together. He looked serious.

“Is everything okay?” Hyunwoo asked, unease creeping into his voice. Dr. Hwang sighed and looked up. “To be honest…” he paused “His health is getting worse.”

Jin and Hyunwoo’s eyes widened instantly. “What?” Hyunwoo asked, alarmed. “At the last checkup you said he was fine. Now?”

“I said he was doing well then,” the doctor replied quietly. “Because at that time, his condition was stable. But now…” he sighed. “It’s really bad.”

“No… it can’t be,” Jin whispered. “I made sure he ate properly. Took his meds on time.” “Yes, he did take his medications properly,” the doctor said. “But the one thing he didn’t obey was rest. He strained himself.”

“Last time,” the doctor continued, “when he went into cardiac arrest, he had overstrained himself. That triggered severe chest pain and fainting. It’s only been a month since then, but…. wait.”

The doctor picked up another report and turned the screen toward them, showing a scan of Jungkook’s heart. They listened in dead silence.

“When he was eight,” the doctor said, “he had surgery for a weak heart. It stayed stable all these years. But now… he has mitral valve failure.” Jin’s breath hitched.

“Normally,” the doctor explained patiently, “the valve helps blood flow in one direction and closes tightly to prevent backflow. But in Jungkook’s case, the valve isn’t closing properly. The blood flows backward.”

The doctor continued, his tone steady but heavy. “Because of that, his heart works twice as hard. Oxygen levels drop. Blood backs up into the lungs. Pressure builds in his chest. That’s why he feels breathless… the chest pain… the fatigue. Even sudden fainting.” only silence filled the room.

“It’s curable… right?” Jin asked softly. His voice was calm, but it trembled.

“It is,” the doctor said. Then hesitated. “But—–” “What do you mean by but?” Hyunwoo asked sharply. “You said meds would work. Last time you said that.”

“Yes,” the doctor admitted. “He’s young, so we preferred medication. But it’s not helping anymore.” The doctor took a breath. “He needs surgery.”

Jin froze. “An open-heart surgery.” the words hit hard. Both of their breaths hitched. Jin’s body went cold.bHis brother… open-heart surgery?

His hands trembled. The last time Jungkook had surgery, he was sent to Italy. And the next time Jin saw him… was twelve years later.

“W-what do you mean open-heart surgery?” Hyunwoo asked desperately. “You said it was manageable with meds.” “I did,” the doctor replied. “But in his case… surgery is the only option now.”

He paused. “Otherwise…” his voice lowered. “We may lose him.” The room fell silent. Heavy. Suffocating. Jin slowly turned his head.

Jungkook was still asleep, curled slightly on the couch, peaceful, a small pout on his lips, completely unaware. His face screamed innocence. He can’t see that face crying in pain. Being wrapped in white bandages. Attached with wires. It can never ever happen.

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Time Skips

Jin and Jungkook returned home. Neither of them spoke much.

Jin carried nothing but sadness in his heart, sadness for his baby brother.
And Jungkook… Jungkook didn’t know anything. He just followed Jin home, unaware of everything weighing down on him.

As soon as they entered, they saw Tae pacing around the living room. “Oh my god, you both finally came! It’s been hours, hyung!” Tae whined.

“Got a little late,” Jin replied.

Tae immediately sensed the flatness in his voice. His gaze shifted to Jungkook, who was already on the way to his room..

“Why does he look so tired?” Tae asked, worry lacing his voice. “The doctors sucked his blood,” Jin replied dryly. “That’s what he said.”

Tae nodded slowly, then looked back at Jin. “Is everything fine?” Jin sighed.

Nothing was fine.

“Let’s discuss it later, hmm?” Jin said softly. “You ate?” Tae shook his head. “I’ll make dinner then,” Jin said and headed toward the kitchen.

Tae sighed and went to Jungkook’s room to check on him. He saw Jungkook who was already dozing off on the bed. Tae walked over and sat beside him.”Tired?” he asked quietly.

Jungkook hummed lazily in his sleep. Tae said nothing more. He simply ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, slow and gentle.

Meanwhile, Jin was cooking. His hands worked automatically, but his mind was trapped in a maze. The doctor’s words replayed over and over.

His health is getting worse. He needs surgery. He’s not fine. He’ll be in pain.

Each thought twisted something inside Jin. Anger….. at himself.

How had he not noticed? Jungkook was in pain every day, and yet… he saw nothing.

Lost in his thoughts, Jin’s phone rang. It was Park Haein.

He picked up after a few rings. “Yah! How many times should I call you, huh?” Haein aksed.

“I was busy,” Jin replied, his voice calm…. too calm. “Did something happen?” Haein asked. She had noticed the flatness immediately.

“Ani… nothing happened… btw why did you call?” Jin asked. “I’m informing you that I’ll be coming tomorrow,” Haein said. “Our team is coming with me too. We need to arrange a meeting.” Jin hummed in response.

“Yah… something really happened, didn’t it?” Haein asked voice firm, “What is it?” she asked….. Demanded for the answer. “Nothing much,” Jin replied. “I… I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Yah, Jin, what the hell happened?” Haein yelled at the other side, But Jin hung up.

“Did she eat a speaker or what?” he muttered, shaking his head. He returned to cooking.

Once he was done, Jin walked to jungkook’s room with a bowl of soup and a juice.

Tae was still there, sitting beside Jungkook, gently caressing his hair. Jungkook slept peacefully.

And Jin kept the tray on the side table and just stood there, watching. Jin sat beside Jungkook.

“He’s so tiny still,” Tae mumbled, smiling softly. “Hmmmm… still such a tiny, stubborn little bunny,” Jin said, his voice gentle.

“I still remember the day I first held him,” Tae said quietly. “After three months of fighting… he finally came back to us. He was so small in my arms. Right, hyung?” Tae asked, his eyes glistening.

Jin nodded. “You were just five,” Jin said fondly. “He was small even in his tae hyung’s small tiny hands.”

“Ani! I was big!” Tae protested proudly. “Even you were scared to hold him, but I held him first. Bravely.” Jin chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. A very brave bear who kept saying he might drop his little brother just because he tilted his head a little,” Jin teased. Tae fake-glared at him. Then both of them ended up smiling. “Now, let’s wake this little bunny,” Jin said, smiling.

Tae nodded. “Hey, Kook… wake up, baby,” Jin said softly, patting his chest.

Jungkook didn’t stir at all. “Kook, wake up, bun,” Tae tried, gently stroking his hair. Jungkook whimpered and slowly opened his eyes.

“Kook, eat and then sleep,” Jin said softly. “I’m not hungry,” Jungkook mumbled, his voice hoarse.

“No, you have to eat,” Jin said gently. “You must feel weak after all those blood tests.”

Jungkook said nothing. He was exhausted, yoo tired to argue, too tired to hear. All he wanted was to sleep, but here they were still telling him to eat. He shook his head again.

“Come on, just a little,” Jin coaxed softly. “Then you can sleep, hmm?” Jungkook sighed and shook his head again. “Just a little, bun,” Tae tried, his voice warm. “Then you can sleep, hmm?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything. His eyes slowly turned glossy. They noticed it instantly.

“Hey, hey… what happened, Kook?” Jin asked immediately, worry written all over his face. “Is anything hurting?” Jungkook shook his head.

“Tired…” he whispered. His voice was tiny. It was the first time he actually said it out loud. He felt dizzy. He felt unbearably tired. His head ached. His body ached. Everything ached.

Jin’s and Tae’s hearts clenched. They knew, it was the first time Jungkook had opened up about his pain.

“Okay,” jin spoke softly, trying again. “Maybe just some juice… and then you can sleep, hmm?” Tae nodded. “Yeah. Just some juice.”

Jungkook sighed… then nodded. “That’s my bun,” Tae smiled gently, wiping away the tears that had slipped down Jungkook’s cheeks.

Tae helped him sit up while Jin went to the kitchen and brought the juice. He handed it to Jungkook carefully. Jungkook drank it in small, slow sips.

Tae and Jin watched him closely, worry heavy in their eyes.

Jin placed his hand gently on Jungkook’s forehead, checking his temperature. Jungkook looked up at him and mumbled, “I’m fine… just tired.”

Jin removed his hand once he felt it was normal and nodded. Jungkook finished half the juice and handed the glass back. “Just a little more,” Jin said softly.

Too tired to threw a tantrum, Jungkook sighed and drank a few more sips. When he was done, he shook his head and gave the glass back.

Jin placed it on the side table.

“Tae… bring the medicines,” Jin said quietly. “They’re in the bag downstairs.” Tae nodded and headed down. Jungkook looked at Jin, who still wore a calm expression.

“A… are you angry at me?” Jungkook asked softly. “For what?” Jin asked confused. Jungkook studied Jin’s face for a moment before speaking again.
“I… I was stubborn earlier. And… and I took those pills.” His voice trembled.
“Aren’t you going to ask about it?”

Jin sighed and gently held Jungkook’s hand. “No,” he said softly. “I’m not angry.” jungkook blinked, surprised.

“But,” Jin continued, “I hope you tell us the reason sooner.” Jungkook looked confused. If his samchoon had seen this… he would’ve been doomed.

“And,” Tae added as he entered the room, “we can never be angry at you.” Jungkook stayed quiet.

“I… I’m sorry for my earlier behavior,” Jungkook murmured, looking down. “You don’t need to be sorry, Kook,” Jin said gently. “I know you’re going through a lot. All we want is for you to open up. To share everything with us. Sadness… happiness… pain, anything. We’ll listen.”

Jungkook didn’t respond. He just stared at the floor. Jin sighed and pulled him into a hug.

Jungkook didn’t resist. He didn’t move either. He just stayed there.

“What happened to you, Kook?” Jin asked softly, caressing his hair.
“Is something bothering you?” Jungkook shook his head and rested his head against Jin’s broad shoulder. “Just… tired,” he whispered.

And it was the truth. He was tired, emotionally and physically.

Jin didn’t know what to say. He gently broke the hug and spoke softly,
“Tomorrow… let’s talk then. For now, you’re going to sleep.”

Jin took the medicines from Tae’s hand and picked out each pill carefully, exactly as the doctor had prescribed.n”Here, Kookah,” Jin said, handing them to him.

Jungkook stared at the pills, confused. They weren’t his usual medicines. “Why are these new meds?” Jungkook asked.

Jin felt a sharp pang in his chest, How was he supposed to tell his little brother that he was sick? That he needed surgery?

“F-for your chest pain,” Jin replied, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes. Tae frowned slightly. Something didn’t feel right. Something is really off, he thought. “No,” Jungkook said suddenly. “You’re lying.”

Jin sighed. “Let’s talk later, Kook. For now, take these and sleep.” Jungkook looked at him for a long moment. Confused… but too tired to argue. He took the pills.

Jungkook lay down properly on the bed. “Sleep, hmm? Good night,” Jin said softly. “If anything happens, call me or hyung, okay?” Tae added.

Jungkook nodded. Jin and Tae quietly left the room. As soon as the door closed, Tae turned to Jin. “Hyung… what happened?” Tae asked. “Huh?” Jin replied absentmindedly.

“At the hospital,” Tae asked, “Something is really off, hyung.” Jin stopped walking. He knew he couldn’t hide this from Tae. “Jungkook’s doctor said that…” Jin swallowed. “H-he needs surgery.”

Tae’s breath hitched. “Huh? Surgery?” Tae asked, shocked. “For what?”

“H-he has valve failure,” Jin said carefully. “They tried treating it with meds, but it’s not helping. They have to fix it with surgery.” Tae gasped. His mind went blank.

“Hyung…” Tae whispered. “What do you mean by valve failure?” Jin slowly explained everything, about the valve, the backflow, the strain on Jungkook’s heart. Tae listened in silence.

“Does he know?” Tae asked quietly. Jin shook his head. “No. Samchoon said he’ll explain it to Jungkook himself… slowly. He might panic.”

Tae nodded faintly, his eyes turning glossy. “How much more does he have to go through, hyung?” Tae asked, voice low and calm, but it was full of pain. Jin didn’t have an answer.

The two brothers stood there in silence, their minds racing with the same terrifying thoughts.

With Kim

It was past 2 am in the morning. Kim sat in his office, focused on his laptop, still working. Then, A message notification. He frowned and picked up his phone. It was a video.

The moment he opened it, his eyes widened in pure shock.

In the video

“Hey, Black Swan,” a voice spoke. “This is BTS.” The voice was clearly generated, distorted.

A man stood in front of the camera, his face completely hidden behind a black mask, a cap, and dark glasses. Then the camera turned.

It was a warehouse. Black swan’s warehouse. Kim’s warehouse. Large bags were stacked everywhere. And someone was pouring something over them.

It was Petrol.

Kim shot up from his chair, breath hitching, heart slamming against his chest. “No….”

“So, Mafia King,” the masked man continued casually, “your precious drugs.” The camera zoomed in.

“And it’s me…. J-Hope, HOPE RIGHT HERE!!” he said cheerfully. “Right now, our RM is pouring petrol all over it.” RM came into frame blowing a dramatic flying kiss, tossing an empty can aside.

“I think drugs and petrol are a perfect combination,” J-Hope added. “It’ll burn like crazy, right kim? And Am I wrong, RM?”

“Absolutely not,” RM replied calmly. “Drugs and petrol together will go like… bada bada BOKM.” Kim’s hands started shaking.

“No… no, no, no, NOOO!” Kim screamed at the phone.

“So, Mafia King,” J-Hope said dramatically, “we proudly present to you….” He paused. Turned the camera again. “AGUST DDDDDDDDD!”

Another masked man stepped into frame, wearing the same as the others. “JAYYYYYY HOOOOPEEEE!” Agust D shouted enthusiastically.

All of their faces were completely covered, not even their eyes were visible. “okayyyy, right now,” Agust D continued excitedly, “we are about to give you the bestest gift ever!” Agust D said while tossing a lighter.

Kim nearly lost his mind. “PLEASE, NO NO NO NOOOO!” he roared, fury and panic mixing together.

Agust D walked to the center of the warehouse, adjusting his coat dramatically. “Yahh, J-Hope,” he said. “Shoot me from here. Cinematic, okay? I should look cool.” “Sure, bro,” J-Hope replied instantly.

He turned the camera slightly. “Here comes the present!”

“FIREEEEEE!” RM yelled. all excited!

“Yahh! Don’t shout already when I’m adjusting, sing the verse I thought you okay” Agust D said, fixing his coat dramatically.

“Ahhhh, shiball! Ani, NOOO!” Kim screamed in pure frustration.

The voice continued, cold and sharp. “Here is your gift, Kim…
For killing children with those fucking drugs.” Agust D’s tone dropped, dangerous now. “This is just the teaser of your downfall, Kim Yoonseong.”

Kim froze. His blood ran cold. How…? No one knew. No one knew he was the Mafia King. Yet they said his name so easily.

Agust D calmly took out a lighter. Click. Then he said, Bultaoreune

The flame danced. He dropped it onto the sacks.

The next second, “FIREEEE FIREEE” Everything went up in flames and RM and Jhope shouted.

Fire swallowed the warehouse. And the three of them just stood there, watching calmly, like kings watching a kingdom burn.

Seeing everything on the screen, Kim screamed “NOOO NOOO AHHH SHIBALLLLL”

“FIREEEEEE!” J-Hope and RM shouted together, laughing like they’d just won a championship. Kim completely lost it. The video ended.

The very next second, he threw the phone across the room.

“AHHH, SHIBALLLL!” he screamed, rage ripping through him.

“BTS… YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS!”

His office again phone rang. He froze.

Thenhe sighed heavily and walked toward it. Another number. Another video. His jaw tightened as he opened its

In the video

“Heyyy, Kim” Another generated voice.

The person appeared, black mask, cap, glasses. Same as the before “By the way, I’m RJ….. You do know me… right?”

Kim’s teeth clenched.

“The one you’ve been searching for, for the past five years.” RJ chuckled softly. “So… how was the teaser for your downfall? Good? It must’ve been very good. Right?”

Kim’s fist clenched hard.

“And guess what?” RJ continued happily. “We’ve already named the movie.” “Kim’s Downfall… or maybe… The Destruction of Black Swan.” He laughed. “Good titles, right? I know.” RJ leaned closer to the camera.

“This is a gift for you, Kim. For ruining lives. For killing the teens… And for still killing many more.”

His voice hardened. “The drug makers?” “They must be dead by now.” A pause. “So go… check on that.”

Then RJ smirked beneath the mask, Kim could feel it.”And most importantly, I want you to take a deep breath right now.”

kim’s nails dug into his palm.

“You must be so angry. Want to kill me… Kill all of us…” RJ chuckled.

“You probably threw your phone already.” He tilted his head. “So relax.
Stay calm. Take a deep breath, Kim.” Kim was shaking with anger.

“And lastly,” RJ added cheerfully,
“For the teaser, you must share your thoughts.” “Don’t forget to comment, like, share, and subscribe for more teasers… And the release of the full movie.”

The video ended. Kim threw the phone to the floor. It shattered into pieces.

“AHHH, SHIBALL! SHIBALL! SHIBALLLLL!” He screamed, throwing the pen stand, files flying everywhere. “You fucking son of a bitch I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I SEE YOU! AHHH SHIBALLLLLL!”

And at that exact moment… the game began

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