Namjin Oneshots

Chapter 8: Into the Lion's Den

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The morning air was still and heavy with anticipation as Seokjin and Namjoon approached the towering glass building that housed his family’s company. From the outside, it looked like any other successful business—a pristine reflection of corporate power, wealth, and prestige. But now Seokjin knew better. Behind those walls, lies were being spun and lives were being destroyed, all in the name of a twisted pursuit of power.

Standing before the entrance, Seokjin felt a strange sensation wash over him. This was a place he had grown up knowing—his father’s empire, the source of their wealth and reputation. But now it felt foreign, menacing, like a cage waiting to snap shut around him.

Namjoon stood beside him, a calm and collected presence despite the tension humming between them. He handed Seokjin a small earpiece, his expression serious. "Once we’re inside, Yoongi will guide us through the building. He’s set up a temporary link, but it won’t last long. We’ll need to be quick."

Seokjin took the earpiece and slipped it in, his heart racing. They were about to walk into the heart of the beast, and there was no room for error. One wrong step and everything could fall apart.

Namjoon’s voice, steady and reassuring, cut through his mounting anxiety. "Ready?"

Seokjin nodded, clenching his fists at his sides. "Let’s do this."

Together, they walked through the main entrance, the glass doors sliding open silently. Inside, the lobby was sleek and modern, with polished marble floors and walls of steel and glass. The receptionist greeted them with a professional smile, clearly unaware of the secrets lurking beneath the surface of her workplace.

Namjoon flashed the ID badge that Yoongi had provided, a fake but convincing one that would give them access to the upper floors. The receptionist barely glanced at it before waving them through.

As they stepped into the elevator, Seokjin felt a knot of dread tighten in his stomach. They were getting closer, but with every floor the elevator passed, his nerves frayed a little more. Namjoon stood next to him, his posture relaxed, though Seokjin knew better. Beneath the calm exterior, Namjoon was as focused as ever, calculating their next move.

The elevator stopped with a soft ding, and the doors slid open to reveal the executive floor. It was quieter here, the air thicker with the weight of power and secrecy. Seokjin had been up here before, accompanying his father on business or meetings with influential clients, but today everything felt different—darker.

Namjoon led the way, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet as they moved down the hallway toward the main offices. They were getting closer to the core of the company’s operations, where the files on ‘Project Atlas’ were stored. According to Yoongi, the key to uncovering the truth was hidden in the executive database—encrypted files that only a handful of people had access to.

Seokjin’s father was one of them.

They reached a heavy, reinforced door at the end of the hall, and Namjoon paused, pulling out a small device from his jacket. "This will give us access to the server room," he said, attaching the device to the security panel next to the door. "Yoongi programmed it to bypass their systems, but we’ll only have a few minutes once we’re inside."

Seokjin nodded, his throat dry. Every second counted.

A soft beep signaled that the device had worked, and the door clicked open. Namjoon pushed it aside, and they slipped into the dimly lit server room. The walls were lined with rows of computers and equipment, the hum of machinery filling the air. At the far end of the room, a control panel glowed softly in the low light.