𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I hear the loud sounds of banging, and I sit up, frozen as I hear Jungkook's shouts from the other room.

Within a second, the bedroom door is kicked in. I scream, feeling fear enter my mind when I fully take in the scene before me.

I see Jungkook being held back by two policemen. They have him pinned to the wall, cuffing his wrists behind his back, while I watch him wince, squeezing his eyes from how tightly they've placed the handcuffs.

It's not long before they come for me. Without any gentleness, they shove me off the bed, slamming my face into the wall roughly.

They pull my arms behind my back, handcuffing me the same as Jungkook, but I yell out in pain when the woman cop grabs a fistful of my hair and slams my face directly into the wall. I feel blood start to drip from my nose.

I hear the commotion behind me when Jungkook speaks. "She's not resisting!" I hear his voice loudly, but when the woman cop turns me to face him, I watch the other two cops bring him to his knees, grabbing his hair to make him face my way now.

"You and your pathetic gang have been given the good guys far too many times. Besides, the mayor sent us. Said you needed to be taught a lesson, especially our infamous Street Killer here." She smiles wickedly, causing Jungkook to look at her, then at me, despite the hard grip the officer has on the roots of his hair.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jungkook says through gritted teeth, holding his head up high as best as he can.

The female cop chuckles for a second then proceeds to speak.

"Did you seriously think your identity would remain a secret forever? We know everything about you, Jungkook. Your ass is going to rot in prison, just like your leader... what was his name again? Ghost? Yeah, we caught him with another one of your crew members earlier. We gave them both a good beating."

At that moment, I have never seen so much anger in Jungkook's eyes. I watch Jungkook skillfully stand up and headbutt one of the male cops holding him.

He knocks one of them off guard, and he lunges at the cop holding me. I see red in his eyes when he's inches away from grabbing her collar.

"She's pregnant! You fucking piece of shit! I swear if you hurt her—"

They pull him back, knocking him to the ground where they proceed to kick him repeatedly in the stomach. One holds him down while the other kicks him harshly. I find myself screaming the whole time, especially when he starts coughing up blood.

"Stop it! He's not doing anything! You can't do this!" I find my voice, but a hand comes to my chin, forcing my eyes to watch as they beat him.

They kick him in his stomach so many times that I think he's going to pass out, but he doesn't. He's awake and feels everything.

I watch him groan after each kick, only to open his mouth as if utterly helpless.

Shutting my eyes, I try not to cry. I try to shut out his pain-filled sounds, but it's only when I hear the sound of another cop's voice that I open my eyes.