Silent Vows

Part 22

The house felt silent and empty, the bed cold beside her, her mind racing. She could feel Jungkook's absence deeply, her thoughts consumed by him.

It had only been two days since he left, yet she was already missing him, eager for his return.

She spent most of her time with Eun Ae, chatting, wandering around, and doing random activities to keep busy.

But Eun Ae could sense the quiet sadness beneath it all-it was obvious that she was feeling his absence strongly.

Now they sat in the lounge, shopping online together. Eun Ae scrolled through options, and they discussed what to order, but all the while, her focus drifted to her phone.

She kept it in her hand, checking it frequently, hoping for his call-just to know he was safe.

Different thoughts raced through her mind, wondering if he was okay. She couldn't shake the memory of that night-the image of his injured body, cuts across his face.

All she wanted was reassurance that he was safe. She had sent him a message, but he hadn't seen it yet. Calling him wasn't an option; she knew he was busy, and she didn't want to disrupt him.

Eun Ae noticed her silence, sighed, set her phone aside, and turned to her. "Yn, are you alright? You're so quiet. Should we do something else? Maybe go out?"

Her voice broke Yn's thoughts, and she shook her head quickly. "No, no, I'm fine. Just lost in thought, sorry. Where were we?"

Eun Ae gave her a knowing look. "Come on, don't try to hide it from me. You barely slept last night-you're worried about Jungkook, aren't you?"

Yn managed a small smile and nodded. "He'll be alright, right?" Eun Ae nodded with certainty. "Of course! He's the boss, Yn. He knows what he's doing."

"He's an expert at handling things, so you don't need to worry. He'll reach out as soon as he gets the chance. They're either super busy or somewhere with poor signals.

I haven't heard from Jimin either, but I know they're fine. So try not to stress, okay?" Yn gave a faint smile and nodded. "I really hope so..."

Jungkook was fully immersed in his mission, working tirelessly day and night to complete it as soon and as perfectly as possible.

The site was completely silent and abandoned, with no signs of life for miles.

The room was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb, casting eerie shadows on the cracked plaster walls, once white but now aged, stained, and peeling.

Dust hung thickly in the stale air, drifting with each small movement from the men gathered around a scarred, mahogany table-the only reminder of the room's faded grandeur.

Heavy, dark curtains covered the broken windows, their once-luxurious velvet now moth-eaten and ragged, blocking any outside light.

The floor was littered with remnants of old furniture and debris, adding to the room's atmosphere of decay.

The air was tense, each whispered word clinging to the walls like the scent of stale cigar smoke.

The only sound was the slow, deliberate footsteps as Jungkook crossed the room, eventually coming to a halt at the head of the table.

Dressed in black from head to toe, his commanding presence filled the room. "The plan is in place. We're done playing nice,"

He growled, his voice low and fierce. "Dae-hyun thinks he can stash our goods in that warehouse and walk away? Tonight, we hit them hard-no mercy.