Last year...

Jungkook POV

"You can never get away with this!" The man yelled as he tried to limp away with his impaled leg. I smirked as he continued to try and scurry away.

It was pathetic.

I securely grabbed hold on to the rope from the helicopter hovering above me as I looked the man dead in the eyes.

"I already did." I said before I shot him right at his forehead. I tugged the rope signaling for it to get going. I felt myself become weightless to the ground as the wet misty air hit my face.

Once I was at the top, I was tackled down by Jimin. He literally threw himself on me. If it weren't for my quick reflexes I would have went to where I sent that man I just killed.

"Hyung, get off!" I whined as he just tightened himself hanging like a koala.

"Yah! Stop being Koya! That's not you, it's me!" Namjoon yelled at Jimin who still wouldn't budge a bit.

"Chim Chim." I hear from a little deeper part of the helicopter, in the corner hidden from the light was Yoongi hyung. It was a very warning type of call for Jimin who quickly jumped off and ran to Yoongi to sit on his lap as gestured. I scoffed. "Gay" I said under my breath thinking I won't be heard, forgetting I had a mic attached to my shirt.

"I heard that you lil shit! And it's not like your any straighter then a rainbow!" Yoongi hyung yelled. I had a blank face on as I ripped the mic off my shirt and dropped it. (Mic Drop reference!!!!🤣)

I walked to Namjoon hyung who was in the control room. He noticed my presence without having to look back.
" Good job buddy, you did well!" he said as I stood dumb founded, wtf how? I asked myself as I tried to wave my hand at the back of his head. "I don't have eyes at the back of my head kook, don't worry." he said as I inched out of the cock pit.

A/n : kook you do realize that there are mirrors there, right?😂

Oh and hi! I'm Jeon Jungkook. The king of all gangsters in the world, at the age of 20.

I hide behind the mask of being the son of a very rich but DEAD mafia, and a DEAD CEO of one of the World wide known companies. The 'dead' was just a way to strongly force that they are dead and I killed them.

In the Black alley, they refer to me as 'King' or 'Red Bunny' or 'The Golden One', no one other then my very trusted know my real identity because of the bunny mask or the feminine look I put on when I kill.

I'm unstoppable.

I'm untouchable.

(I'm cover girl🤣)

I am at the top of the world. No one will or can change that.

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He's stubborn.