[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

44; The Phoenix's Sacrifice

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JUNGKOOK

The night wraps around us like a shroud as we approach the warehouse. Moonlight casts eerie shadows across the rusty metal exterior.

The air is thick with tension, each step echoing our determination mixed with apprehension. Byeongnam leads the way to the north side, disappearing silently into the darkness, while Yoongi and I move toward the west, sticking to the shadows.

As we reach the loading dock, Yoongi gestures for us to halt. We exchange a glance, our earpieces crackling softly with static.

"You ready?" Yoongi whispers, his eyes scanning our surroundings.

"Yeah," I reply quietly, my heart pounding in anticipation. "Let's do this."

We slip through the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. The warehouse interior is dimly lit, crates and machinery creating a labyrinth of potential hiding spots. My grip tightens on the flashlight, ready to sweep the area for any sign of Jimin.

Suddenly, a low voice echoes through the warehouse, chilling me to the bone. "I knew you would come."

I spin around, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. Hobi steps out from behind a stack of crates, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Welcome, Jungkook," he drawls, his voice dripping with malice.

My blood runs cold as I realize the depth of the deception. "Hobi," I manage to grit out, fury and disbelief warring within me. "Where's Jimin?"

"Oh? What with this reaction?" He smiles menacingly. "I was expecting a bigger reaction than this. Guess my cover has busted, haven't it?"

"You're not that good at hiding your identity, I guess?" Byeongnam smirks, making Hobi's gaze harden.

"Ah, look what we have with us, today. The loser, the traitor, and his new minions." Hobi's smile widens, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Does your new little team here knows how much of a bastard you were? That you were the mastermind behind all of this scheme?"

"Shut up, Hobi!"

Hobi chuckles, the sound echoing eerily through the warehouse. "Oh, did I strike a nerve?" he taunts, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Isn't it ironic, Byeongnam? Playing the hero now, after all you've done?"

Byeongnam steps forward, his jaw clenched tight. "I made mistakes, but I'm here to make things right," he retorts, his voice steady despite the tension. "Where's Jimin, Hobi? This ends now."

Hobi sighs theatrically, shaking his head. "Always so self-righteous. But fine, if you insist." He steps aside, revealing Jimin tied to a chair, his face bruised but defiant.

"Jimin!" I call out, my heart clenching at the sight of him.

Jimin lifts his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "Jungkook," he whispers, his voice a mix of relief and pain.

Before I can rush to him, Hobi raises a hand. "Ah-ah, not so fast," he says, pulling a small remote from his pocket. "You see, I've taken precautions. One wrong move, and this place goes up in flames."

My blood runs cold as I see the wires connected to various crates, likely rigged with explosives. "You bastard," I growl, my fists clenching in helpless rage.

Hobi's smile widens. "Now, let's talk about how this is going to go. You hand over everything you've got on me, all the evidence, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you walk out of here alive."

Byeongnam steps forward, his voice calm but firm. "And why should we believe you, Hobi? You've never been one to keep your word."

"Because," Hobi replies, his smile never faltering, "If I die, you all die with me. And poor Jimin here won't stand a chance."