𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Frowning from the situation, I reach forward and tap him on the shoulder. When I do that, he stops spray painting and turns to me. He brings his finger to one of his AirPods while tapping it.

"Hey," he speaks, and his voice comes out so masculine it almost takes me off guard, just because it sounds so nice.

Shaking the thought away, I retry my earlier statement. "Not that I care, but you should be careful with earbuds in; you can't hear if anything's happening around you. It's dangerous." I remark. "Anyway, you're the Street Killer, right?" I wait impatiently, remembering the real reason why I came out here, but I only hear him chuckle deeply while standing up as if amused.

He reaches for his AirPods, putting them away. "Yeah, that's me, but I prefer Jungkook or JK for short," he comments, starting to spray paint the window of the cafe shop. I find myself standing up, too. I also find myself whipping my head in different directions when I realize he's alone.

"And you're by yourself?" I ask curiously. Briefly remembering the clip Mina showed me a few days before of the video that showed the group that runs with the Street Killer. "Don't you have a crew or something?"

He laughs again, but I don't say anything.

"Yeah, but my crew is staying behind tonight. They get a little too rowdy sometimes. It's just me," he admits, dropping his amusement while stepping back from the window and admiring his work, which consists of the dirty secret.

The secret is about the owner doing drugs and selling some to his workers on the job with some being underage. Even I'm surprised.

"So? What do you think? Captures your attention, right?" He interrupts my thinking, while I only nod.

"It's different for sure, but I didn't come to admire your work. I came because you ruined my father's store," being reminded of the reason why I came out here in the first place, I put my foot down and cross my arms over my chest.

He does an ahh sound as if now understanding. "I get it," his attention focuses on me now.

He turns in my direction, where I still can't see his face, but I do see his smile. He shows off his white teeth, and I catch a glimpse of what appears to be a silver lip ring on the bottom of his lip.

"You want revenge, right?" I watch his tongue pop out of the side of his cheek, then watch as his lips curve upwards into another flashy smile. "Because I paid your daddy's store a little visit,"

"I don't want revenge. I came looking for you because I need to let out my frustration. Because of you, I'm forced to take on two jobs, my father lost his dream store, and now, I'm going to have to maintain our expenses because you robbed our store, broke everything inside, and exposed my father to the world."

"So this actually isn't about your father's store; you're just upset because you got the shitty end of the deal,"

I shake my head because he's making it harder to explain than it is. "No, I'm upset because of everything you did. You stole our money from the safe, damaged the store, and told everyone his secret—"

"All I did was spread awareness. My crew did everything else after I left, so if you want to pick a fight about all that, I suggest you find them, not me," he grins once more. "Besides, I don't think it's safe for a little girl like yourself to be running around at night. You don't want to run into someone dangerous,"

"I'm nineteen, hardly a little girl," I spit the words coldly, offended. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for ruining my life," I say sarcastically, then turn on my heels to walk home.

"You're welcome," he speaks coolly, letting the words roll off his tongue as if the most vulgar phrase he's ever said.

I turn around to confront him, only to see a cop car drive down the end of the street toward us. The red and blue lights are flashing. I let my smirk show because I'll get to watch him be arrested.

He quickly grabs his black backpack, shoving his spray paint cans and other supplies inside while tossing it over one of his shoulders. Before he can take off, he turns toward me and holds out his hand, which makes me confused.

"Come on, or they'll arrest you, too," I slap his hand away.

"I'm not doing anything wrong—"

"Says the person holding the spray paint in her hand," he nods toward the can in my hand.

However, I don't have time to react because the police doors are shutting and the cops are rushing up to us.

Instantly, I drop the can and throw my hands up in the air, scared of being shot.

"I'm innocent," I yell, watching when he takes off down the dark alleyway before the cops can get him.

One of the cops comes behind me, roughly taking my hands and pinning them behind my back where he leads me to the hood of the car, slamming my face down on the car itself.

I whence from the pain coming to my jaw from the hard slam, but when I open my eyes, I watch the cop pull out a set of handcuffs.

"Yeah, we got one, Sir. We're bringing her in," when I hear that, I start thrashing around.

"Wait! I'm not a part of his crew! I was confronting him—I swear!" I stumble over myself when I hear the handcuffs coming behind my back, but neither of the cops responds to me.

I stay still, unbelieving what's happening because I'll never have the money to get out of this. This will go on my record, and I'll never get a decent job after this.

"Shit!" I hear the cop holding me curse while backing away before he can place the handcuffs on my wrists.

I turn around quickly, watching him hold his head and seeing a spray paint can lying on the ground. The other cop rushes to him, examining his head.

"Girl! Come on!" I hear the voice from the shadows, and before either of the cops can come after me, I take off in the direction of the voice.

Eventually, I feel two, muscular arms wrap around my waist while running down the long alley. I'm pulled into a shadowy corner out of sight behind a large dumpster, only to hear a sharp breath right against my ear.

"Stay still, or we'll be caught," he whispers right in my ear, and I feel his heartbeat as calmly as ever against my back, but mine is beating erratically.

We remain silent, gently hearing each other's breath. I freeze up when I watch the two cops run right past us without ever once noticing us.

"Do you think you can run?" He asks quietly, bending lower for his words to only reach me and no one else.

Too afraid to speak, I gently nod my head. He unwraps his arms from around my waist and takes my hand instead.

Carefully, he walks around the dumpster, pulling me along with our hands attached. When we get a little further down the alleyway, he lets go of my hand and starts running while I do follow him back the way we came.

We bypass the vacant cop car while running in the opposite direction. We jump over knocked-over trash cans, ignore the sounds of loud dogs barking, and keep running until we're far enough away from the policemen.

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