Fortnight ✔️

Chapter - 18

Jungkook parks the car a little away from the warehouse, ensuring it's hidden from view. The forest around him is dense, offering plenty of cover.

Before moving forward, Jungkook calls Yoongi.

"You at home? Jae's okay?" Jungkook asks as soon as Yoongi picks up the call,

Yoongi says, "He's fine, sleeping soundly. What about you?"

Jungkook looks at the front and says, "Eyes on target, I'll get him out. Just take care of Jae, I'll probably won't be home tonight,"

Yoongi hums in reply and gives good luck. After cutting the call, Jungkook retrieves the sniper rifle and silencer from the backseat, his movements precise and efficient.

The warehouse sits in the middle of a forest clearing, surrounded by a handful of armed men. Jungkook moves silently through the underbrush, his training and instincts guiding him. He finds a spot with a clear line of sight to the guards and sets up the sniper rifle on the ground. Laying flat on his stomach, he carefully adjusts the angle, his eye steady on the scope.

He takes a deep breath, calming his racing heart. One by one, he lines up his shots. His finger squeezes the trigger gently, and the first guard drops silently. He quickly repositions, takes aim, and fires again. Each shot is precise, the guards falling too quickly to raise an alarm or react.

The last guard drops, and Jungkook surveys the area, ensuring it's clear. Satisfied, he disassembles the sniper rifle, stowing it back in its case. He then moves swiftly towards the warehouse, his senses on high alert.

Reaching the side of the building, he finds a shadowed spot and checks the perimeter for any remaining threats. The silence is unnerving, but he knows he can't afford to relax. He spots a side door, slightly ajar, and approaches it cautiously.

Jungkook pulls out his handgun, checking the safety before holding it ready. He gently pushes the door open, slipping inside silently. The warehouse is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and oil. He moves through the shadows, his eyes scanning for any sign of Taehyung.

As he rounds a corner, he hears muffled voices and footsteps. He follows the sounds, his grip on the gun tightening. He peeks around a stack of crates and sees Taehyung, tied down to chair and two men covering him. Jungkook's jaw clenches, a cold fury washing over him.

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Taehyung hears distant voices and feels a sharp pain at the side of his back. He groans, trying to move his hand to clutch his head, but something stops him. Groaning again, he opens his eyes and struggles against the barrier holding him back. Once fully conscious, he looks down and sees his hands and legs tied to a chair. Panic surges through him as he pulls against the restraints, but they don't budge.

In front of him, two men stand with their backs turned. Taehyung calls out, "Hey, who are you? Why have you tied me?"

One of the men grumbles, "Just keep quiet and sit. Our boss will be here soon."

Taehyung struggles again, his movements more frantic. "Who's your boss and why are you doing this? Let me go."

The second man chuckles, taunting, "You should have thought about this before getting yourself involved with one of our agents..."

Taehyung frowns, confusion and fear swirling in his mind. "Involved with what? Who's an agent?"

The first guy turns around, a smirk on his face. "Jungkook. The name rings a bell?"

Taehyung's eyes widen, his heart pounding as he tries to process the information. The men laugh among themselves, mocking him.

"Bet he doesn't know how he messed with the boss by going after his best asset," one says with a sneer.