I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

65

Y/N's POV:

The cool evening breeze caressed my skin as I stood on the balcony, gazing out at the twinkling lights that dotted the skyline. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore below was a soothing melody that echoed in the stillness of the night.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed Taehyung's approach until his warmth enveloped me from behind, his arms encircling my waist in a silent embrace. "Jagiya, what are you doing out here all alone?" he murmured, his breath tickling my ear.

Turning to face him, I found solace in the depths of his gaze, a reassuring anchor amidst the storm that raged within me. "Just needed some fresh air," I replied softly, leaning into his touch as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

We stood there in silence for a while . In Taehyung's embrace, I found a sense of peace, a sanctuary from the chaos that threatened to consume us.

Breaking the silence, Taehyung spoke, his voice a soothing melody in the gathering dusk. "I've been thinking about what you told me earlier, about that woman you encountered. It's strange, isn't it? How she seems to know things she shouldn't."

I nodded, the memory of the enigmatic woman's words sending a shiver down my spine. "There's something about her, Taehyung. Something... familiar, yet unsettling. I can't shake the feeling that she's connected to all of this somehow."

Taehyung's brow furrowed in thought, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as he mulled over my words. "We'll figure it out, jagiya. Together. Whatever she knows, whatever secrets she's hiding, we'll uncover them. I promise."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that clouded our path. With Taehyung by my side, I knew we could face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in our determination to unravel the truth.

As night descended upon us, casting the world in a blanket of darkness, we turned to make our way back inside, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a silent vow to confront the shadows that threatened to tear us apart.

We heard the front door open. "I guess It's Beomgyu," I remarked, heading towards the entrance. He walked in with his bear-like smile. "Hi noona. Hi Taehyung hyung. I brought someone," he announced.

"Gyu, you can't bring someone. Taehyung, get inside," I instructed, turning towards Taehyung.

"Mrs. Y/N, you don't want me come see you," Mr. Choi's voice called out, breaking the moment. He peeked out of Beomgyu . "You are always welcome, Mr. Choi," I replied with a cheeky smile, playfully acknowledging him.

"You should say things properly. Quit playing around," I added, giving Beomgyu a light smack on his neck, eliciting a groan of pain from him.

"Come on, Gyu, I'm reluctant that it doesn't hurt badly," I remarked, playfully.

"I hope you guys are fine. All others and appa are fine, right?" Mr. Choi inquired, shifting the conversation to a more serious tone. "They are fine, Mr. Choi," Taehyung reassured him as we all made our way to the dining table and took our seats.

"Mr. Kim, I'm here to get your signature on these files. It's important," Mr. Choi said, handing Taehyung the files he brought with him.

"Let me look through it," Taehyung responded, taking the files in his hands as I excused myself to the kitchen.

"Let me get coffee for you all," I offered, taking the opportunity to provide some hospitality. After making coffee for everyone, I returned to the table and distributed the cups.

"Thank you for the coffee, Mrs. Kim Y/N," Mr. Choi expressed his gratitude, followed by Taehyung with a mischievous grin on his face.

That's when I remembered something I had been curious about. "Mr. Choi, how long have you been working here?" I asked, wanting to know more about his background.

"It's been long. I don't have the count, but I had worked under Taehyung's appa," he responded, shedding some light on his tenure with the company.

"Do you have any idea who broke into your house that day, Mr. Kim?" Mr. Choi asked Taehyung, his tone serious.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Choi," Taehyung replied bluntly, his uncertainty evident.

"I'm sure it wasn't from any rival company, as they aren't that dumb. The stock prices are going up. I'm sure that is the last thing they want," Mr. Choi analyzed the situation, offering his perspective on the break-in.

"Mr. Choi, do you know anyone by the name Kim Wansun?" I interjected, curious about the woman who had appeared in my life unexpectedly.

"Y/N, how could he know?" Taehyung questioned me, his tone filled with skepticism.

"It rings a bell. Kim Wansun. I guess she worked in our company a long time ago. She was a senior, I guess. She left the company though," Mr. Choi recalled, shedding some light on the mysterious woman's background.

"How could you be that sure that she was a past employee, Mr. Choi?" Beomgyu asked, seeking clarification.

"Yeah, you are right. I don't remember everyone. She is actually a troublemaker. There were always gossips about her in the office during my early days. So I remember her," Mr. Choi explained, offering insights into Kim Wansun's reputation.

I wasn't sure what to make of this new information. "If you want her to work for you, she isn't the right person, Mrs. Y/N," Mr. Choi added, offering his advice.

I simply nodded, taking in the information silently. "We can speak about that later, Y/N," Taehyung reassured me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"I verified and signed the files, Mr. Choi. You should go home now. It's already late," Taehyung instructed, taking charge of the situation.

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Kim. See you later. Take care," Mr. Choi bid us farewell as he made his way towards the front door. We escorted him out and returned to our room, the events of the evening weighing on my mind as I tried to make sense of the pieces of the puzzle before us.

As we made our way into the room, the events of the day weighed heavily on our minds, casting a shadow over the quiet intimacy of our shared space. Settling onto the bed, we sought solace in each other's presence, a sanctuary amidst the storm of uncertainty that surrounded us.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of Beomgyu's newly acquired phone pierced the tranquility, causing us to startle in surprise. With a sense of apprehension, I reached for the device, my heart racing as I answered the call.

"Hello?" I greeted, my voice tinged with a mixture of relief and apprehension as I recognized Jay's voice on the other end of the line.

"How are you, Mrs. Kim?" Jay's inquiry was met with a small sigh of relief. "We're doing alright," I replied, my words carrying the weight of the challenges we faced.

As Jay provided updates on the ongoing investigation, I listened intently, my mind racing with thoughts of Kim Wansun and the elusive truths that remained just beyond our grasp.

"Jay, I heard from Mr. Choi, Taehyung's secretary, that there was a woman who worked by that name in the company years ago. He said she was troublesome, but I don't know what could be her motive," I interjected, eager to contribute any possible leads to the ongoing efforts.

His reassurance was a welcomed comfort, his words offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.

"I will look into it, Mrs. Kim. Don't stress yourself with these things. We are here to take care of that. Don't go out anywhere, okay?" Jay advised, his concern for our safety evident in every word.

Despite his warnings, the reality of my responsibilities loomed large, a reminder of the delicate balance we maintained between our personal lives and the dangers that lurked beyond our door.

"I have to visit my office tomorrow, Jay. I can't be absent for too long," I admitted reluctantly, knowing that the threats we faced wouldn't wait for our convenience.

With a final exchange of assurances and well-wishes, we bid Jay goodnight, the weight of our conversation lingering in the air as we prepared to face the challenges that awaited us in the days ahead.