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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(AN- A continuous update after a long time. Right? I hope you enjoy this. Consider this as my sorry for being vanishing again and again)
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The black cars drove through the quiet night, headlights off, hearts still racing. No one spoke. The USBs were tucked safely into YN’s bag, and Namjoon’s fingers were still slightly trembling—not from fear, but from the weight of it all.
They reached the safehouse just before dawn. The sky was still dark, painted in heavy shades of blue and grey.
Once inside, the group moved fast. Yoongi plugged the USBs into a secure laptop. Jin locked all the doors, while Jungkook checked the perimeter.
Namjoon sat down on the edge of the couch, still in his disguise. His voice was quiet, tired, but hopeful. “Tell me we got something.”
YN stood beside Yoongi, watching the screen as files began to load. “If these are real... we’ll have everything we need.”
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “They look like internal documents. Emails. Transaction records. Let’s give it a few minutes to decrypt.”
Namjoon leaned back, eyes on the ceiling, feeling the smallest flicker of relief.
But just as that relief started to sink in…
Miles away, at Joo-young’s house — a sleek black car pulled up in the driveway.
Joo-young stepped out, dressed in his usual tailored black coat. He removed his gloves slowly and looked up at his mansion with a small, cold smile.
“They came,” he said to no one.
A man standing beside him nodded. “Exactly as you predicted.”
Joo-young stepped inside, walking past the guards who all stood still, not even blinking.
He entered the office where the drawer had been opened.
Where the false USBs had been taken.
“Good,” he said, eyes gleaming.
All of it had been planned.
The fake documents. The fake emails. The perfectly placed trap.
He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out another drawer, revealing a hidden camera still running.
He watched the footage—Hoseok and Namjoon’s hands opening files, YN’s calm face reading labels, Jimin’s search—clear and detailed.
“They think they’ve taken something useful,” he said softly. “But it’s nothing. Nothing but smoke.”
He laughed quietly, then picked up his phone.
“Stage two,” he said coldly into the receiver. “Let’s give them a reason to think they’ve won... before I take everything from them.”
