A man probably in his thirties walked down the quiet corridor of his house.
The hour was late; the kind of night where even walls seemed to be asleep.
His footsteps were steady, almost rehearsed, as he reached the hall.
“Max is dead.”
Silence.
A single sentence sliced the air clean. Yeonjun, who had been sitting on the sofa, lifted his head slowly. His eyes met the man’s, but he didn’t say a word. His throat tightened, as if speaking would make the truth too real.
“But… how?” Sobin whispered from beside him, voice trembling between shock and disbelief.
The man stepped in front of them. His expression was carved with seriousness, jaw tight, eyes void of warmth. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled out his tablet and extended it toward Yeonjun.
Minutes later, Yeonjun sat frozen, the tablet heavy in his hands, heavier with each image and line of data he scrolled through. Sobin kept glancing at him, waiting—hoping—for reassurance.
But Yeonjun said nothing.
Only after a long moment did he lift his face toward the man.
“…What now?”
The man’s eyes darkened, as if the question was heavier than the truth itself.
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At Taehyung’s apartment…
“So it’s confirmed that we’re gonna do it, huh?”
Seojun stared at Taehyung, still unsure about all of this. There was caution in his voice, but also something else—fear of the unknown.
Eunwoo, who had been quietly observing everyone, pulled the laptop closer and began typing. The soft clicking of keys filled the room.
Jackson, half-focused on the meeting and half on his phone, was busy texting Hoseok. His posture was relaxed, almost too relaxed, as if chaos didn’t bother him anymore.
“It’s a good plan,” Kai muttered—
only for Seojun to turn and stare at him like he had just lost his mind.
“What?” Kai blinked innocently.
Seojun only shook his head and leaned closer to Eunwoo.
“Look at this,” Eunwoo said, pulling the laptop to the center of the table.
Everyone leaned forward, giving their full attention now.
“Seven days from now, the Choi Foundation is hosting a charity event for orphanage kids and homeless people who need shelter.”
His voice was calm, steady—too steady for the tension surrounding them.
Everyone listened.
Eunwoo continued, clicking to the next slide.
“Every big-name personality will attend. And they’ll donate huge amounts. But—”
“Don’t ‘but’ this time, Eunwoo,” Jackson said without looking up from his phone, his tone irritated.
Eunwoo rolled his eyes before meeting Taehyung’s gaze directly.
“The President of Seoul will also be there.”
The room fell silent.
Not with shock—but with understanding.
Jackson was the first to breathe out, a low exhale that sounded almost like a curse.
“…You’re kidding,” he muttered.
Eunwoo shook his head. “I don’t joke about presidents, Wang.”
Kai ran a hand through his hair, frustration kicking in. “So this is bigger than we thought… If the President is attending, then security’s gonna be insane. The danger’s doubled. And how the hell are we supposed to—”
“We’re not touching him.”
Taehyung’s calm voice sliced through the rising panic.
Everyone turned to him.
His expression was unreadable—cold, composed, the kind of calm that made others nervous. Eyes sharp enough to cut through steel.
Taehyung rarely spoke during planning unless necessary.
And when he did, the room naturally fell silent.
Eunwoo nodded. “Right. He isn’t the target.”
Jackson finally put his phone down, leaning back with a sigh. “Then what’s the point of mentioning the President if we’re not going after him?”
Eunwoo turned the laptop back toward himself and clicked again.
A new photo filled the screen.
A man in a tailored suit.
Late thirties.
A familiar face.
Choi Minjae.
Vice-head of the Choi Foundation.
And Max’s boss.
Jackson’s brows shot up. “…Shit.”
Kai leaned forward. “He’s attending?”
“Yes,” Eunwoo replied. “And he’s the second main guest after the President. So security around him will be just as tight. Getting close to him won’t be easy.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened ever so slightly—a tiny movement only people who knew him well would notice.
“So it’s harder than we thought?” Taehyung asked, voice low, controlled.
Seojun scoffed lightly. “Our commander never gives us easy work. Not surprising at this point.”
A beat of silence followed.
Heavy.
Cold.
Like the weight of an incoming storm.
Each of them exchanged looks—fear, anticipation, resolve all mixing into the dim light of the apartment.
Jackson clicked his tongue. “So basically, we’re walking into a lion’s den.”
“More like a den guarded by the entire damn army,” Kai muttered.
Eunwoo closed the laptop slowly. “But it’s our only chance. Minjae won’t come out in public like this again anytime soon.”
Taehyung leaned back in his seat, fingers tapping the table softly, rhythm steady and dangerously calm.
“Then we prepare,” he said. “We have seven days.”
“And no mistakes,” Eunwoo added quietly.
The room fell into another silence—
not fear,
not hesitation,
but cold determination.
The kind that meant they were already committed.
The storm had begun.
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