Be My One

Switch

"Switch," Soohyun's voice was calm but commanding as the word slipped through his earpiece. His eyes scanned the room, sharp and focused.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tension. "Husband?"

He turned on his heel, and there she was—Jiwon, standing a few feet away, her face a mixture of disbelief and relief.

His heart softened instantly. "Baby..." A slow smile crept onto his face as her eyes filled with tears. In the next moment, she closed the distance between them, pulling him into a tight, trembling embrace.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Her hands fluttered over his back, his chest, tracing his nape as though to convince herself he was real—alive. She pulled away slightly to stare into his eyes, overwhelmed.

Soohyun cupped her face gently. "Yes, my Queen, I'm here." His smile widened just before her lips found him in a kiss that was desperate, hurried—filled with all the emotion she'd kept buried.

As they broke apart, her breath was shaky. "How?" Jiwon asked, still reeling from the fact that her husband, Soohyun, stood in front of her, unharmed.

Before Soohyun could respond, Jeno stepped forward. "Hyung switched with his assistant halfway through the mission. The enemy lost track of him." Jeno still seemed awestruck, recalling the scene when he realized Soohyun was saving the one who'd been hit instead of running for safety.

Soohyun chuckled, brushing off the worry that hung in the air. "Don't worry, Queen. You know we're always a step ahead of them." The smirk that followed wasn't just his usual grin—it was dangerous, filled with the barely controlled fury that simmered beneath the surface.

Jiwon's lips mirrored his smirk, her expression shifting from relief to pride. She was Queen to the King, and she was ready for war.

Soohyun's voice softened, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Also, baby, the game has already begun." He pulled her closer by the waist, kissing the top of her head, his tone laced with anticipation. Jiwon's smirk widened, understanding exactly what was coming. Around them, the younger members of their crew exchanged eager glances, barely able to contain their enthusiasm. The new game had just begun, and they had been waiting for this moment.

Soohyun turned to them, his eyes sweeping across the group. "Get ready, kids. The long-awaited game is finally starting." The excitement in the air was palpable as they all prepared themselves for what was to come.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Taehyung and Haein moved through the shadows like specters, their elite team following closely behind. Wearing military uniforms, they blended seamlessly into their surroundings, invisible to anyone outside their inner circle. One by one, they captured the high-ranking officers who had been working with the general. Each capture was swift, calculated—and entirely silent.

As they secured their latest target, a smirk crossed Taehyung's face. "Our kids are going to love these presents." He said it with a dark chuckle as the captured officer began to stir from unconsciousness.

The officer blinked groggily, trying to orient himself. His arms strained against the ropes binding him, but the knots were tight. "W-What presents?" He asked, his voice trembling as his mind slowly registered the danger.

Taehyung's grin widened, his expression devilish. "You." He said it with a sinister edge, watching as fear spread across the officer's face.

The lights overhead flickered on, illuminating the dim room, and revealing rows of other captured officers, all bound and just waking to their living nightmare.