Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Cruel Interlude

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The Kim mansion, which was once filled with the chatter and laughter of guests celebrating Taehyung's birthday, had now fallen into a grave silence. Mr. Kim sat alone in his spacious living room, the grandeur of the surroundings offering no solace. Across the table from him sat Namjoon, his trusted confidant and the head of the security detail, who had been working tirelessly for the past two days, desperately searching for any trace of Taehyung.
   
Namjoon's brow furrowed in deep concentration as he scrutinized the ominous note they had received at Taehyung's birthday party. The message was cryptic, a veiled threat that had sent shockwaves through the Kim family. He had been poring over every word, every detail, hoping to uncover any clue that might lead them to the person responsible for Taehyung's disappearance.

Mr. Kim's voice was heavy with frustration as he addressed Namjoon, his eyes fixed on the disturbing note. "Namjoon, this silence is unbearable. I can't stand not knowing where my son is. We need answers, and we need them now."

Namjoon nodded, his gaze never leaving the note. "I understand, Mr. Kim. I assure you, we're doing everything we can to find Taehyung. We've been monitoring every lead, every contact, but so far, it's been like chasing shadows."

The older man clenched his fists in frustration, his worry etched deep into his features. "There must be something, Namjoon. A clue, a hint, anything that can help us bring Taehyung back. I can't bear this uncertainty any longer."

Namjoon leaned forward, his voice resolute. "We won't stop until we find him, sir. I promise you that. We're running every angle, and I won't rest until Taehyung is safe."

The tension in the room hung heavy, a suffocating reminder of the unknown threats that loomed over them. They were in a race against time, with Taehyung's fate hanging in the balance, and neither Mr. Kim nor Namjoon would rest until they had unraveled the mystery and brought him home.

Meggie, the longtime house help who had always been close to Taehyung, entered the room carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee. She moved silently, placing the cups in front of Namjoon and Mr. Kim with a trembling hand.

Namjoon nodded his appreciation and reached for the coffee, but his attention was drawn to Meggie's anxious expression. She stood there, wringing her hands nervously, until both men turned their gaze to her.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Meggie?" Mr. Kim asked, his voice gentle but tinged with worry.

Meggie hesitated, her eyes filled with concern for the boy she had watched grow up in this house. "T-Taehyung, c-can you find him?" Her voice wavered, and she could no longer contain her fear.

Mr. Kim and Namjoon exchanged a glance, and then Mr. Kim spoke, his voice soft but determined. "We're doing everything we can, Meggie. Taehyung is like a son to me, and I won't rest until he's back safe and sound."

Namjoon added, his tone resolute, "We have the best people working on it, and we're leaving no stone unturned. We'll find him, I promise."

Meggie nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just hope he's okay, sir. He's such a kind-hearted soul, and he doesn't deserve any of this."

Mr. Kim reached out and placed a comforting hand on Meggie's shoulder. "We all feel the same way, Meggie. We'll bring him back, safe and sound. You have my word."

As Meggie left the room, the atmosphere remained heavy with worry, but there was also a glimmer of determination. Together, they would do everything in their power to find Taehyung and bring him back to the home he belonged in.

Namjoon returned to studying the cryptic note, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. Mr. Kim, on the other hand, sat on the edge of his seat, his anxiety mounting with every passing second. He watched Namjoon intently, hoping for any sign of progress or a positive breakthrough.