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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'Well, here goes nothing.'
Yunhee stole an apprehensive glance at the three mobsters and knocked at her old flat.
The Soju she'd consumed at Eunjujeong had done nothing to ease her nerves, and Jimin paced behind her with clenched fists, his gaze flicking between the door and her rucksack while Namjoon lingered in the hallway with a stiff countenance and straight face.
If not for Jin leaning carefreely against the hallway wall with a peaceful smile, she probably would have suffered a panic attack.
The drive to Daechi was strained, but now that they'd hiked the stairwell and stationed themselves outside Tae's apartment, the tension had rocketed through the stratosphere because it was finally time to embark on their truth telling journey.
Tae, Suga and Jungkook were waiting for them, but Yunhee, Jimin and his men genuinely had no clue what to expect.
'No one's answering,' Jimin came to a quick standstill and cupped Yunhee's elbow. 'Let's go.'
'Don't be silly, we're not leaving now-'
The door opened before she could finish, and Yunhee instantaneously recoiled, expecting to see the devilishly attractive face that plagued her day and night. To her astonishment, a shaggy-haired Suga tilted his hip against the jamb, dressed in a loose collared t-shirt and a pair of fitted black jeans.
A pair of fitted black jeans with a non-discreet weapon sticking out of the waistband.
'Hey, Yoongi,' Yunhee greeted shyly as she clutched the straps of the all-important backpack.
Suga stayed silent, his unreadable gaze sweeping from one gangster to the next as they eyed the Glock poking from his belt. When they inched closer to the tiny woman, a snort of humour fell from his lips, but the moment his eyes settled on Yunhee, his facade broke and he cracked a gummy smile.
'Hey, squirt,' he welcomed hoarsely as he pushed off the door frame and gestured inside, 'come in.'
'Squirt?' Namjoon mouthed as Yunhee took a deep breath and walked inside.
She didn't need to turn around to know they were following, but their protocol was second nature to her these days. Jin and Namjoon had their eyes trained on that gun, while Jimin, on high alert, roved the vicinity for any signs of danger as they all tread cautiously into the living room.
With a mouth dryer than the Sahara Desert, Yunhee's eyes darted from suite to cabinet to dining table in search of the troubled man she'd one shared this home with, but the only one present was a fidgeting, doe-eyed chap with alabaster skin and broad shoulders.
'Hi!' Jungkook squeaked, his enormous pupils flitting between the trio of imposing men as he wiped his sweating palms over his denim-clad thighs.
Seemingly satisfied that Suga was not going to try and assassinate them, Jin made himself at home on the suite and Namjoon plucked a glass ornament from the coffee table, while Jimin positioned himself directly in front of Jungkook with a blinding grin and a sharp cock of the head.
