Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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'What do you mean have I arranged a business consultation recently? You know I don't arrange consultations without speaking to Jimin first.'
'Yes, but Jimin isn't here, is he?'
'All the more reason for me not to arrange one, Joon,' Jin barked as he rested his elbow on his car window and monitored Hobi faffing around inside the kitchen.
He'd not five minutes ago pulled onto the driveway, but he couldn't get out because Namjoon was pestering him about some unexplained email verifying a meeting he knew nothing about.
'Do you recognise the email address?' Jin asked, his eyes flicking to the sun setting over the sea. It was growing dark, and he was keen to make sure Yunhee was alright after leaving her to sleep off her hangover earlier.
'No,' Namjoon responded grimly, 'which usually doesn't bode well in our line of work.'
'Okay,' Jin reasoned while scratching his cheek, 'what did the email contain exactly?'
'A time, date, location, and a brief message saying that he finally looks forward to doing business with us.'
'That's it?' Jin scraped as his incisive eyes surveyed Hobi shifting from the kitchen into the living room. 'Nothing else?'
'Nothing else,' Namjoon affirmed. 'The location is a little troubling, though.'
'Where is it?' Jin frowned, mulling the situation over in his mind as he waited for his partner to answer.
The confirmation email - likely to initialise a profitable trade - had obviously been sent in error, but Jin was curious to know who the other party was.
The mafia network within South Korea was by no means slight; anyone who was anyone knew that Park Jimin was the top dog, but there were other factions, most of which did not see eye-to-eye.
Mistakes - no matter who was at fault - cost lives. Especially if wires were crossed.
'Ganeung-dong.'
'Ganeung-dong?' Jin's gaze zipped from the house to the steering wheel as he tried to administer the disturbing name in his head. 'As in Changwook's territory?'
'The one and only,' Namjoon said bitterly.
'Shit,' Jin hissed, dragging his long fingers through his black hair, 'of all bloody people.'
The chances of this being a blunder were slim to none.
Ji Changwook was notorious. An independent drug lord renowned for being one of the dirtiest players amongst all cartels. Jimin kept a wide berth from the megalomaniac because any deal with him had the potential to turn acrimonious if things didn't go his way.
Plus, the man was a nutcase.
If someone had reached out to Changwook on Jimin's behalf, it was a purposeful move, and they would need to tread very carefully unless they wanted to stir up a shitstorm.
