The men in the shadow
“Shit… this is going to be hard,” Jackson muttered under his breath, fingers flexing nervously.
“Come on, hyung,” Seojun replied calmly, eyes sharp as he checked his weapon one last time. “The hardest part is yet to come.”
Jackson let out a low groan. “I miss my Hobi,” he whined quietly. “If I die today, tell him I—”
“Shut your trap and stay in position. Both of you.”
Eunwoo’s voice cut through the channel, firm and cold. He adjusted the feed on his tablet, eyes scanning multiple camera angles before nodding once and signaling Kai.
The air felt thick. Heavy. Charged.
“Everyone ready?” Kai’s voice echoed through the earpieces.
One by one, confirmations came in.
Positions were taken.
Breaths were controlled.
Muscles tensed.
On the rooftop, Taehyung stood alone.
The wind brushed against his coat, the city stretching endlessly below him — loud, alive, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. He had been staring at nothing, lost somewhere between memories and regret.
“Taehyung.”
No reply.
“Taehyung.”
The voice snapped him back.
He blinked, vision sharpening as he became aware of where he was. The rooftop. The height. The mission.
“Yes,” he answered calmly.
There was a brief pause.
“Are you listening?” Kai asked again, impatience laced with concern.
“Yes,” Taehyung replied, firmer this time. He shifted his stance, grounding himself, every trace of distraction wiped clean from his face.
Below them, an engine rumbled.
“The truck is about to enter,” Kai said quietly. “Everyone stay in position and wait for my signal.”
Time slowed.
Taehyung exhaled slowly, eyes fixed ahead, jaw set. Whatever ache still lingered in his chest — whatever name echoed there — he pushed it down where it couldn’t interfere.
Right now, there was only this moment.
This job.
This choice.
No room for hesitation.
The truck’s headlights appeared in the distance.
And everything went silent.
“Move.”
The single word cut through the silence like a blade.
Everything exploded into motion.
Taehyung pushed off from the rooftop edge, boots hitting concrete with controlled precision as he moved along the shadowed path. Below, the truck rolled forward, unaware — engine humming steadily, tires crunching against gravel.
“Visual confirmed,” Eunwoo’s voice came low through the earpiece. “Target vehicle entering the zone.”
Jackson swallowed. “Why does my heart always try to escape my chest at moments like this?”
“No talking,” Seojun murmured. “Focus.”
Taehyung crouched near the ledge, eyes tracking the truck’s movement. His face was calm — too calm — like emotions had been locked behind steel walls. Whatever softness had existed minutes ago was gone.
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My Professor Agent
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