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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A few days later...
The safehouse was quiet, but not in a nice way. The silence felt heavy. Plans had been made. Some lies had been told to stay safe. Everyone still trusted each other—but their patience? It was wearing thin.
Namjoon sat at the small table, flipping through the same papers again and again, hoping he'd find something they missed.
The rest were scattered around. YN was on the phone, frowning. Jimin was sitting on the floor, headphones on, but clearly paying attention. Jin was walking back and forth, and Jungkook had fallen asleep on the couch, holding a pen like it was a weapon.
Then—
CRASH.
A loud noise came from the kitchen. Everyone froze.
Taehyung peeked out of the pantry, looking like he just caused a disaster.
"I was just trying to cut some bread," he said, holding a broken plate. "It... slipped."
Yoongi let out a groan, "We're hiding from the police, Taehyung. Not inviting them over for snacks."
"That's why I said I'm not built for house arrest," Taehyung sighed, brushing crumbs off his shirt. "If I die here, just say it was from hunger and stress."
"More like from being clumsy," Jungkook muttered, still half-asleep.
Taehyung tossed a bread roll at him. Jungkook caught it with his eyes still closed.
Even Namjoon smiled a little.
For just a moment... it felt like the old days. Before everything went wrong. Before the courtrooms, the running, the fear. Just the Kims, in one place, teasing each other.
But that feeling didn't last.
Not far away... Joo-young stood in front of his security screens, watching live footage.
Of them.
The safehouse.
The kitchen.
The room.
He could see everything. He let out a quiet laugh, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.
"They really think they're hidden."
Then he walked over to a wall and pressed a hidden button. A shelf opened up, showing a bunch of folders—real ones this time.
Inside: photos. Maps. Names.
And one of the photos? YN.
Labeled:
"Target Alpha. Break her, break them."
Joo-young whispered to himself, "Let's see how strong the Kims really are."
