𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟏𝟒

J. E. N. N. I. E's. P. O. V.

I wrapped up and took a look at the clock. Time to bail.

I started to stand up when the dumbass next to me started mumbling something dumb in his sleep. Yeah, he went and dozed off like an idiot.

I moved closer, trying to make sense of the mumbled words.

"Daddy."

My eyebrows furrowed in surprise. Did he really just say what I thought he said?

Please tell me I heard it wrong.

A soft huh escaped my lips before I hurriedly resumed the massage on his thighs, trying to act as if I hadn't been listening in on his stupid unconscious thoughts.

His eyes opened, and I quickly withdrew my hands from his thigh, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"The massage's done, sir. Can I head out now?" I asked politely.

His eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light in the room. He looked up at me with a sleepy expression and nodded, granting me permission to leave.

"Yeah, you can head out now," he said, his voice still tinged with drowsiness.

I gathered my belongings and gave him a polite smile. "Thank you, sir," I said.

I quickly dialed Jisoo unnie's number, who was in charge of the control room and CCTV today.

As I waited for her to answer, I glanced around the corridor, admiring the soft ivory wallpaper and the intricate molding along the baseboards.

The line rang a few times before a recorded message informed me that the number was unavailable. A frown tugged at my lips - why isn't she picking up?

As I was about to put my phone back in my pocket to search for Jisoo unnie and the girls, I heard a soft "ding" from my pocket, signaling a new message.

Confused, I pulled out my phone and saw a notification from an unknown number. Frowning, I unlocked my phone and opened the message.

I stared at the message for a moment, completely taken aback. My mind rapidly processed the information, but outwardly I showed no reaction.

I'm coming for you, fuckers.

FLASHBACK OF BTS'S SIDE:

"Hyung!"

"Hyung!"

"What is it?" Namjoon looked up from his desk, slightly annoyed at Jungkook's frantic tone. His fingers stilled as he observed the maknae holding a business phone

...

Namjoon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice laced with intrigue.

The others in the room exchanged glances, equally stunned by the news.

Jungkook's face was filled with anxious energy as he shared, "Yes, I'm sure. My source told me they're planning to come to the spa to get their file back today. They won't stop until they get it."

"Alright, let's say this is true," Namjoon said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Any plans, boys?"

All eyes turned to Yoongi and Hoseok, who exchanged glances before Yoongi spoke up.

"We could increase security at the spa," he suggested. "Install more cameras, have more guards patrolling the area."

"That won't work," Jimin stated, his voice firm.

"If we increase security at the spa, it might tip them off. They'll know we're expecting them, and they'll either change their plan or approach more cautiously."

Taehyung, who had been silent till now, suddenly spoke up in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Or... let them in?" he suggested, his eyes fixed on the ground.

A silence fell over the room as all eyes turned to Taehyung. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"Let them in?" Namjoon echoed. "Are you serious?"

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly.

"Why not?" he said, his cool demeanor not betraying the slightest hint of concern.

"We let them in, they sneak around trying to find their file, and we keep an eye on them. We'll know exactly what they're up to."

"And," he added, a smirk playing on his lips, "we kidnap them. Two birds with one stone."

The room fell silent as everyone considered Taehyung's words. Namjoon's expression was inscrutable, but his eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity.

"Kidnap them?" he repeated, his voice even. "And what do you plan on doing with them once we've got them?"

"Interrogation, of course," Jin said with a 'isn't it obvious?' tone.

Taehyung's smirk widened, and his voice dropped to a low, husky tone as he spoke. "Interrogation is done with strangers."

"We'll torture them."

FLASHBACK ENDS