Vengeance Is Mine | Kim Taehyung x Reader

chapter 7 .unkown package

Morning light spills through the tall windows of the BT21 house on Staten Island. Ian wakes me the usual way—a quick kiss on my forehead—then leaves once I'm fully awake.

I'm itching to work. Three full days since I joined them is the longest break I've ever taken. The rest clears my head; the energy in my chest is back and buzzing.

I finish my routine, pull on my outfit, and head downstairs, returning greetings with a smile. Ian and I take our seats and wait for breakfast.

A woman in her fifties comes in carrying trays. We both blink in surprise until Jin grins and explains, "She looks after our household. This is Mrs. Flora."

"Hello, Mrs. Flora. Nice to meet you," I say. Ian echoes me, and we both stand.

She waves us down with a warm laugh. "No need to stand, child. Sit, sit. Nice to meet you too, Ellie and Ian."

We exchange a quick look—she already knows our names.

"The boys told me about you," she adds, setting down plates.

I taste the first bite and can't help it. "This is delicious. No wonder Jin and Suga cook so well."

She chuckles. "That's sweet of you, dear."

The table loosens. Jokes bounce between us. When Ian and I stand to clear our plates, Flora steps closer and pats our heads. "You've grown up so well," she says, eyes soft with an emotion I can't quite read.

We smile, a little awkward. "Thank you, ma'am," I say.

"Call me Aunt Flora."

Before we can answer, Taehyung whines like a five-year-old, "What?! Mrs. Flora, you never gave us that liberty but you gave it to the newbies? So mean!"

"I love them already," Flora teases.

"Jinjja..." Jungkook sighs dramatically.

"Grandma," Taehyung pokes.

Her eyes fly wide.

"Grandma, grandma," Jungkook chants, joining him.

"What did you say? Come here—come here!" Flora brandishes a spatula and chases them in a loop around the living room as the rest of us burst out laughing.

"Let's see how you survive without my fried chicken!" she calls, stopping.

They freeze like statues. "Mrs. Flora..." they whine in unison.

"Serves you right," Jimin giggles, hugging her arm.

We file into the Cortex—the glass-and-steel extension attached to the house. Screens hum awake. The mood tightens to mission-mode.

"Today we stop them," Suga says simply.

Namjoon nods. "They won't expect us. We've been quiet since we pulled data from their system. They don't know what we took."

"Ian, J-Hope—trace the calls. We need to know when they're moving," RM orders.

"On it," they say together, fingers flying.

While they work, I lean on a desk. "It's a relief to have someone running the household," I say.

"Yeah," Jin answers, amused. "We only ask her to cook, but she never listens."

I hum, smiling.

"RM, we've got it," Ian calls, loud enough to draw everyone in.

"The package is unknown," J-Hope reports, "but two trucks are traveling west."

"How long?" Suga asks.

"Three hours until delivery to the west," Ian says.

"Perfect." RM maps it out quickly. "We're south. They're coming from the east. There's a key intersection between—our window to divert and box them in."