"So You're My Dad?"

Thirty

Hyunjin

Hyunjin's heart pounded in his chest as he tore through the maze of alleyways, every shadow a potential threat. He could feel the weight of the mission pressing down on him—he had to find Sam. The memory of Sam's anguished face as he was taken echoed in his mind, fueling his desperate search.

"Get out of our way," Hyunjin demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The goon laughed, "I don't think so. Dahye wants you both, and she's willing to pay handsomely for it."

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed. He knew this wouldn't be easy. "Then you're making a big mistake."

Without warning, Hyunjin lunged at the man, his knife flashing in the dim light. The fight was quick but brutal. Hyunjin moved with the precision of a trained fighter, but the goon was strong, and soon others joined the fray. The warehouse erupted into chaos as Hyunjin's guards engaged in the struggle.

In the midst of the fight, Hyunjin felt a sharp pain in his arm. He glanced down to see blood seeping through his sleeve—he had been stabbed. The wound was deep, but adrenaline pushed him forward. He had to get Sam out.

"Hyunjin, we have to move faster," Chan's voice was urgent, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Dahye's goons. The team had split up to cover more ground, and the faint sounds of battle echoed from different parts of the building. They had to find Sam before it was too late.

"I know," Hyunjin panted, wincing as he clutched his injured arm. "But we can't afford to be reckless."

Minho appeared from around the corner, blood smeared on his cheek and a grim expression on his face. "I found Sam. He's in a room upstairs, but there's at least three guards posted. It's going to be tough to get him out."

"Three?" Hyunjin's eyes darkened with resolve. "That's nothing we can't handle. Let's go."

They moved as a unit, silent and deadly, every step calculated. As they approached the stairs, the sound of footsteps alerted them to incoming enemies. Hyunjin raised his hand, signaling the team to stop. He exchanged a glance with Chan, who nodded in understanding.

"I'll take the left," Chan whispered, his voice barely audible. "You take the right."

Hyunjin nodded, tightening his grip on his weapon. The moment the first guard appeared at the top of the stairs, Chan moved like a shadow, his blade cutting through the air with lethal precision. Hyunjin followed suit, driving his knife into the second guard's side before he could raise the alarm. The third guard turned, eyes wide with shock, but Minho was faster, his fist connecting with the man's jaw in a powerful uppercut that sent him crashing to the ground.

"Clear," Minho whispered, breathing heavily.

They rushed up the stairs and down a narrow hallway until they reached a heavy door. Hyunjin could hear Sam's faint cries from the other side, and it tore at his heart. He signaled for Chan and Minho to stand back, then kicked the door open with a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength.

Inside, Sam was huddled in a corner, tears streaming down his face. His small frame was trembling, a minor cut on his forehead. When he saw his father, relief washed over his features, but the fear didn't leave his eyes.

"Daddy!" Sam cried out, trying to run to him.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees, ignoring the pain in his arm, and gathered Sam into his arms. "I'm here, buddy. I'm here. You're safe now."

But safety was still a distant hope. The sound of more footsteps echoed down the hallway. Dahye's goons were closing in, and they had to move fast.

"Hyunjin, we need to go!" Chan urged, pulling him to his feet.