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A sleek black car rolled to a halt on the edge of a narrow alley, the evening sun doing little to light up the dim street. The surroundings were quiet—too quiet for a city like Seoul, where chaos was a given. But here, in front of an old, timeworn house with cracked paint and rusting railings, silence held its breath.
Without a word, Taehyung stepped out of the car, his dark coat flowing behind him like a shadow. The others followed—Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin—all radiating tension. The atmosphere around them was dark.
Namjoon approached the front door and gave Taehyung a glance. Taehyung simply nodded.
Knock. Knock.
No answer.
He knocked again.
After a few seconds, heavy footsteps creaked inside, followed by a muffled, irritated voice.
"You’re late. I’ve been starving."
The door swung open, revealing the man they were looking for—Mikhail. One glance at the group and his face turned pale. His eyes widened in horror.
He tried slamming the door shut, but Taehyung was faster. He shoved the door with a single hand, sending Mikhail stumbling backward and crashing onto the floor.
Smirks tugged at Yoongi and Jimin’s lips. Jin’s eyes were cold. Namjoon moved in swiftly, crouching over Mikhail and twisting his arms behind his back, securing them with a cable tie.
“Long time no see, Mikhail,” he muttered calmly.
Mikhail thrashed, his voice shaking. “What’s going on? Who the hell are you?!”
Before he could get another word out, Taehyung stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head up to meet his eyes.
“Stop acting before I lose it”
There was a dangerous calm in his tone—too steady to be safe. Mikhail gulped.
They dragged him to a chair. Jin and Namjoon held him down while Jimin and Yoongi flanked Taehyung. The air was thick with expectation.
Taehyung leaned in, his voice low. “Now. Spill.”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear. Why are you doing—”
CRACK.
The iron knuckles on Taehyung’s hand connected with Mikhail’s cheekbone. Blood splattered. The man cried out in agony.
“I warned you,” Taehyung growled. “Drop the act.”
“I’m s-sorry, please… I only k-know that Mr. Park ordered us to a-abduct Mr. Jungkook and p-put him in the SUV they sent. After that… we didn’t g-get inside. I don’t know anything else—please!”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “Mr. Park who?”
“P-Park Bogum…”
Silence.
Everyone’s expression turned grim. Jimin hissed under his breath, “That son of a bitch.”
“You didn’t get inside?” Namjoon asked coldly.
Mikhail nodded frantically.
Namjoon backhanded him across the face. “fucker. We saw you in that SUV. Tell us the truth or we’ll make you wish you never stepped foot in Korea.”
“I-I don’t know! I swear! I never got inside!”
Taehyung’s jaw tensed. “If you really want to live, stop lying, you useless fuck—”
Riiiiiing.
A shrill ringtone pierced the room. Everyone froze.
Mikhail turned pale. He shut his eyes tight, as if hoping the call would disappear if he ignored it.
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