Unloved | tk

ch37 Aim: Successful

As soon as Taehyung was inside the bathroom he took out his cell phone and typed...

---Me
I need backup ASAP
Spotted 1 suspect staying on
the same floor as mine clicking photographs
Hotel: Vista del Sol, Madrid
Floor: 16th, Premium Holiday Duplex Suite
Room: 1623
Weapons/Accessories: Digital Camera(model: not sure), Guns (not sure)
Sender: Kim Mooyoung (sure)
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Aim: End him and take care of the camera

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As the clock struck 1:30 PM on that particularly sunny afternoon, Yewon found herself slowly surfacing from the depths of sleep, only to be greeted by a relentless pounding in her head. Groaning softly, she gingerly reached up to press her palm against her temple, hoping to alleviate some of the discomforts, though it proved to be a fruitless endeavour.

Attempting to shift her position in bed, Yewon winced as the harsh sunlight flooded her room, intensifying her headache to an almost unbearable level. Squinting against the brightness, she gradually forced her eyelids open, her gaze falling upon the figure of Jungkook lounging comfortably on the nearby couch, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?", Yewon grumbled, her voice laced with irritation as she struggled to sit up, her body protesting every movement.

"I must say, I'm rather enjoying your suffering," Jungkook retorted, his tone teasing. "It's oddly satisfying."

Yewon shot him a glare, her patience wearing thin. "What the fuck are you blabbering?", the woman snapped back in annoyance.

"Well, it seems your memory might be a bit fuzzy at the moment," Jungkook replied casually. "But rest assured, your attempt to seduce Tae last night didn't quite go as planned."

Annoyance flickered across Yewon's features, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Where's Hyuna?"

"Mmmm, probably lying in some loser's bed, I don't really give a fuck about that", Jungkook shrugged indifferently. "But the point I'm trying to make here is simple: don't ever try to cross your line with Taehyung again, or I might just have to arrange a permanent resting place in the cemetery for you Ms Jung"

Yewon arched an eyebrow at the unexpected threat emanating from the seemingly innocent doctor, her scepticism evident in her tone. "Oh, should I be trembling in fear?" she mocked, disbelief colouring her words.

Jungkook couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at Yewon's apparent obliviousness to the depth of his determination. It was clear to him that she hadn't quite grasped just how far he was willing to go to safeguard those he cared for. Leaning back in his chair, he fixed her with a steady gaze, his tone carrying a hint of warning as he spoke.

"You might want to consider taking that warning a tad more seriously, Ms. Jung," he began, his words laced with a subtle edge. "After all, I happen to be privy to quite a bit of information about you and your... shall we say, 'ambitious' endeavours." He paused for effect, letting the weight of his implication settle in the air between them. "And as your psychiatrist, well, let's just say I have access to a rather extensive dossier on your psyche. Enough to potentially make things... uncomfortable for you, shall we say? I could, quite easily, utilize that information to your detriment. Or, if I were feeling particularly vindictive, I might even consider sharing it with the wider world via social media. Imagine the fallout from that, hmm?"

Yewon felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her carefully laid plans suddenly seemed perilously fragile, her confidence faltering in the face of Jungkook's cool composure. Clenching her jaw in frustration, she found herself confronted with the uncomfortable reality of her own vulnerability.