The Kim siblings thought they were finally free-free to live, to laugh, to escape the shadows of their past.
A trip abroad was supposed to be a time to unwind, to strengthen their bond after all they had endured. But peace is fleeting, and darkness...
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Namjoon woke up the next morning with a heavy head and swollen eyes. He’d cried again last night—quietly, curled up under the thin blanket in the safehouse. No matter how much he tried to sleep it off, the ache stayed.
After forcing himself to get ready and eat something—though everything tasted bland—he walked into the small living room, holding a warm cup of coffee in his hands. The steam brushed against his face, but even that comfort felt distant.
Jackson was already there, sitting on the worn-out couch, focused on his laptop.
Namjoon dropped onto the seat beside him with a quiet sigh. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, eyes on the screen.
Jackson didn’t look away. “Tracking phone records. Trying to trace calls made from Joo-young’s office the day of incident.”
Namjoon blinked, interest slowly rising in his dull eyes. “You think someone tipped him off in advance?”
“Could be,” Jackson said, typing something quickly. “And if we find out who, we might find someone willing to talk. Or someone worth exposing.”
Namjoon sipped his coffee. It was still hot, but he barely noticed. “YN told you to do this?”
Jackson nodded. “She’s moving the pieces already. You know how she is.”
Namjoon gave a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was something. “Yeah. She never plays blind.”
Jackson finally glanced at him. “You okay?”
Namjoon looked away, staring out the window where light filtered in through dusty curtains. “No. But I will be.”
Jackson again look at the screen and said, "Well, to make you okay, YN told me that she and the others are coming here."
Namjoon’s eyes widened in pure shock. “What? When?”
“In 10 minutes,” Jackson replied casually, as if he just said the weather was nice.
Namjoon sat up straighter, his grip tightening around the coffee cup. “Wait—no, that’s not good. What if someone sees them? What if someone follows? What if–”
“Stop your assumption, Mafia King,” Jackson cut him off with a smirk. “You all are Kims. And taking risks is what you all love. Don’t you?”
Namjoon blinked, caught off guard.
“I mean,” Jackson continued, finally turning to look at him, “I’m not saying it’s a great idea. But I am saying, your sister doesn’t do anything without thinking it through. If she’s coming… she’s got a reason. And a plan.”
Namjoon took a deep breath, but his heart was already racing. Seeing them again? In person? Ten minutes suddenly felt like forever.
Namjoon stood up, pacing the floor with anxious steps. His mind was racing with a mix of worry and excitement. It had been so long since he saw it talked with his siblings—not through a screen or call, but really… in person.
“I should clean this place up,” he muttered, brushing his hands through his already messy hair. “The table’s a mess. There’s dust on the—”
Jackson rolled his eyes, shutting the laptop. “It’s a safehouse, not a hotel, bro. They’re not coming to judge your cleaning skills.”
Namjoon shot him a look. “Still.”
Before Jackson could tease him again, a soft knock echoed through the house.
Namjoon froze. His heart did a full flip.
Jackson moved first, checking the hidden camera feed on his phone. One by one, the familiar faces came into view.
Jin. Yoongi. Hoseok. Jimin. Taehyung. Jungkook.
And YN, standing right in the middle like she belonged exactly there—with her brothers surrounding her.
Jackson gave a small nod and walked to unlock the door.
Namjoon didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until the door opened.
And there they were.
Seven pairs of eyes locked onto him, each one filled with emotion—relief, worry, hope.
YN stepped forward first. “Oppa,” she said softly, her voice cracking just a little.
Namjoon didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into a tight hug, as if letting go would break him all over again.
And one by one, the others joined in. A quiet reunion filled with unsaid words and unspoken strength.
After a long moment, they all moved inside. YN took the lead, as always. She walked toward the table, pulling out a rolled-up map and some documents.
“We don’t have much time,” she said, her voice now firm. Focused. “It’s time we make our move.”
Everyone gathered around her as she pointed to the paper.
Namjoon looked at her, proud and curious. "Make a move?"
YN looked up, her eyes sharp.
“We’re going to Joo-young’s house.”
The room fell silent. Joo-young’s house?
Namjoon’s brows furrowed. “That’s risky,” he said quietly, his arms folding over his chest. “That place is probably crawling with security and cops.”
“It is,” Yoongi agreed, taking a seat on the armrest beside YN. “But that also means the evidence is still there. Untouched.”
YN nodded, unrolling a small blueprint she had tucked in her folder. “We’ve gone over every possibility. If we want to clear Namjoon oppa’s name, we need solid proof. Something from the source. Joo-young’s hiding something—we all know it.”
Jackson leaned in, tapping a marked point on the blueprint. “What exactly are we looking for?”
“Hard drives, documents, maybe even a voice recording,” YN replied. “Anything he used to manipulate the case. His home office is the most protected part of that house. That’s where we go.”
Taehyung glanced at Namjoon, concern flickering in his eyes. “Are you okay with this, hyung? This… is personal.”
Namjoon looked at his siblings. All of them. Willing to risk everything for him. He gave a small nod. “If it helps bring the truth out… I’m in.”
A quiet determination filled the room. No more waiting. No more hiding. It was time to go to the lion’s den.
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