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The streets of Tokyo were eerily silent under the dim streetlights. Kim Taehyung darted down the narrow alley, his breath ragged, blood seeping from the cut on his arm. His coat was torn, and his usually calm demeanor was shattered by the desperate urgency in his eyes. Behind him, the unmistakable sound of Yakuza footsteps grew louder.
They found me.
He turned a sharp corner, his vision blurring as pain surged through his body. His shoulder ached, the wound too deep to ignore any longer. The Yakuza had been closing in on him for days, and now they were right on his heels.
"Kim Taehyung!" a voice echoed through the alley, taunting. Taehyung's heart raced, knowing he didn't have much time. He stumbled forward, forcing his legs to keep moving despite the pain. His mind raced — he had to survive. For her.
A shadowy figure appeared at the far end of the alley. The Yakuza leader, tall and menacing, smiled cruelly as his men closed in. "You thought you could run, huh?" he sneered. One of the Yakuza lackeys rushed up to him and whispered nervously, "He's part of a kkangpae, sir."
The leader's expression darkened with rage. "Find him."
"UNDERSTOOD!!!" the men shouted in unison, their pursuit growing relentless.
Taehyung's chest tightened. He couldn't keep running, not in this condition. His mind flashed to Korea—his sister. The letter he'd received before fleeing whispered through his thoughts: She's in danger. Come back home.
Just as Taehyung's strength began to fail him, the deafening roar of an engine tore through the air. A sleek black SUV came screeching around the corner, its doors flung open. Several men in black suits leaped out, guns blazing, quickly subduing the advancing Yakuza.
"Sir!" one of his men called out as he rushed to Taehyung's side. "We've got you. You're safe."
Taehyung, breathless and weak, leaned against the car as his men lifted him into the vehicle. "Korea... I need to get back," he muttered, his voice strained. "My sister... she's in danger."
One of the men looked at him, his expression cold but unreadable. "We're working on it, sir," he said, but there was something off. Something chilling in his tone that made Taehyung's instincts flare.
As they sped away, Taehyung's eyelids fluttered, fighting the haze of pain. But just before he blacked out, he caught the eyes of the man sitting across from him—his most trusted lieutenant. Something was wrong.
Hours later, Taehyung woke in the back of the SUV, the cold realization dawning as he saw their location. This wasn't the airport. They weren't heading home.
His heart sank.
He struggled to sit up, the pain throbbing in his body. "Where are we?" he demanded, his voice hoarse but laced with anger.
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KIM DYNASTY (G!P)
Fanfiction--- The Kim family is not what you think they are. They're like mosquitoes, draining your life, your blood, until there's nothing left but a hollow shell. So whenever you see one, run. Run for your life. "Why aren't you running away? You could have...
