Arranged marriage

Chapter 22

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city as Y/N and Jungkook made their way through the winding streets of Seoul. The atmosphere was electric, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through their veins. They were on the brink of something monumental—an operation that could either solidify their place in the syndicate or plunge them deeper into a world of danger.

"Are you ready for this?" Jungkook asked, glancing sideways at Y/N as they approached a secluded café known only to a select few in the syndicate. It was a place where deals were made, secrets were exchanged, and alliances were forged. The entrance was unassuming, but Y/N felt a thrill of anticipation as they stepped inside.

"I think so," she replied, her voice steady, though her heart raced. "We've come this far. There's no turning back now."

As they settled into a quiet corner booth, the atmosphere shifted. The café was filled with an eclectic mix of patrons—some appeared to be ordinary civilians, while others exuded a sense of danger that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. She kept her head down, focusing on the task at hand. They needed to gather intel about the shipment that Taeyang had mentioned, and this café was the perfect place to do just that.

Jungkook leaned closer, his expression serious. "We need to find out who's in charge of this operation. If we can get close enough, we might be able to gather more information without raising any suspicions."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "What about that guy over there?" She gestured subtly to a tall man seated at the bar, his sharp features and commanding presence drawing attention. He was dressed impeccably, a tailored suit fitting him like a glove, and Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that he was someone important.

Jungkook followed her gaze, narrowing his eyes. "He's part of the upper management. His name is Minho. If anyone knows about the shipment, it's him."

"Let's approach him," Y/N suggested, her pulse quickening at the thought of confronting someone so influential.

"Wait," Jungkook cautioned, his brow furrowed. "We need to be careful. If we make a wrong move, it could blow our cover."

With a determined nod, Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle on her shoulders. They had to be strategic, but she couldn't ignore the urgency driving her forward.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N watched Minho from their booth, observing his interactions with other patrons. He was charismatic, charming those around him with ease, but there was an edge to him that sent a chill down her spine. This was not a man to be trifled with.

"Here's our chance," Jungkook murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Minho was standing, raising his glass in a toast to a group of men seated nearby. Y/N felt the adrenaline surge through her, and before she could think twice, she nudged Jungkook's arm and stood up.

"Let's go."

They approached the bar with a confidence that masked their anxiety. Y/N could feel Jungkook's presence beside her, a silent reassurance as they approached Minho. The men at the bar turned to regard them, curiosity sparking in their eyes.

"Excuse me," Y/N said, projecting her voice as she reached Minho. "We couldn't help but notice you. We're new to the scene and were hoping you might share some insights about the upcoming operation."

Minho turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in their appearance. There was a flicker of interest in his gaze, but it quickly shifted to something more calculating. "And why would I want to share information with you two?" he asked, his tone skeptical.

Y/N held her ground, refusing to let her uncertainty show. "We're eager to learn. We want to prove ourselves. If we can assist in the operation, it benefits all of us."