Savior | Taekook

12. Promise?

Third Person POV :

A silver-haired man sat patiently in the shadows of a sleek black Mercedes, parked at the end of a tranquil street. The modern house before him exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, but his piercing gaze remained locked on the entrance, waiting for the CEO of Jeon Solutions who slipped inside just moments ago. He had trailed Seokjin ever since Minho had gave him the breadcrumbs of information.

The stillness in the air was broken by a sudden vibration from his phone. The screen lit up with Minho's name, a flash of urgency cutting through his concentration. "Yes, Minho! Did you find it?" he demanded, his voice laced with anticipation.

"Hmmm... What do you think? Yes? Or No?... Yes, of course, I'm the great one and only Minho after all." The hacker's self-praising did little to assuage the tension that hung in the air. 

He sighed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Enough with the games... What did you find?"

"Okay, okay...no more jokes. The house is under the name of Jeon Jungkook, the sole heir to the Jeon legacy," Minho continued, a hint of intrigue in his voice. "But here's the odd part: he seems completely detached from the family business. The reins are held by his parents and cousins, one being Seokjin. All I could find linked to Jungkook was a single entity—'JK Publications.' He's a writer of children's stories. Odd, right?... Also, he is not socially active... doesn't have many friends on any social apps. That's it."

"Thanks, dude," he replied, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Anytime... just call if you need anything else," Minho said, his voice fading out.

As he ended the call, a shadow of doubt crept in. "Is there a chance Taehyung is here?" he murmured to himself, the name lingering in the air like an unsolved enigma, as he peered deeper into the moment, his instincts alert for any sign of movement.

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Seokjin and Yoongi were busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal together when Jungkook walked in. They were speaking softly, almost in whispers, likely out of consideration for Taehyung, who remained unaware of their activities. Jimin was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook reached for a water bottle in the fridge, and the sound drew Seokjin and Yoongi's attention.

"Jungkook... is he okay?" Seokjin asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook nodded, his features softening in relief.