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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They didn't waste time. The second Namjoon's words settled in the air, Yoongi stood and started giving quiet instructions. His eyes were sharp, calculating, like every corner of the safehouse was a chessboard only he could see.
"We leave... but not like they expect," Yoongi said, pulling the curtains closed tightly. "If we walk out, cameras will track us. If we run, they'll know we've vanished. So..." He glanced at the laptop, the folders of videos. "...we give them something to watch."
Jin frowned. "Meaning?"
Yoongi's lips twitched. "We record ourselves."
The room went silent. YN blinked at him like he had lost his mind. "You want us to what?"
"Fake," Yoongi said simply. "We film ourselves. Eating, sitting around, talking—like we're still here. Then we loop it through their cameras. They'll think we never left this house."
Namjoon's eyes widened slightly, then he smirked. "That's... insane."
Yoongi leaned closer, lowering his voice even more. "Exactly. And while they're busy watching ghosts on a screen, we disappear into the shadows."
Hoseok let out a breath, almost a laugh. "So... while they're staring at fake us, the real us vanishes?"
"Precisely," Yoongi confirmed, his tone sharp. "They won't notice until it's too late. By then, we'll be long gone."
YN shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "Yoongi oppa... this could fail. What if they realize the loop? What if they notice something's off?"
Yoongi's gaze hardened. "Then we make it flawless. Perfect timing. Perfect sound. They'll see what we want them to see, nothing else."
Namjoon nodded, determination settling over his features. "We'll need everyone. Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook too. If we're doing this, no one leaves a trace."
Jin exhaled, rubbing his forehead. "This is beyond reckless."
Yoongi smirked, voice low and certain. "Reckless gets us out alive."
And just like that, the plan was in motion. Furniture was shifted to block blind spots, the laptop was reconfigured, and one by one, they recorded hours of "normal life"—YN pretending to read by the window, Jin cooking, Hoseok humming quietly as he paced, Namjoon scribbling notes at the desk. Every detail mattered. Every sound. Every shadow.
When the loop finally played back on Yoongi's laptop, it looked seamless. Too real.
YN stared at the screen, goosebumps crawling her skin. "It's like... watching us live. But it's not."
Yoongi's smirk returned. "Exactly. Now let's vanish."
The house looked alive on the cameras. But in reality, the Kims were already gathering their bags in silence, preparing to step out into the rain-soaked night.
