D-0 | Charity Night
The city dressed itself in light.
Crystal chandeliers burned bright inside the Choi Foundation's grand hall, reflecting off marble floors polished to perfection. Outside, cameras flashed endlessly as luxury cars lined the curb-black sedans, tinted windows, quiet power rolling in one by one.
The charity had begun.
Media personnel crowded the entrance, voices overlapping as reporters rehearsed smiles and practiced questions they already knew would never get real answers. Donors stepped out wrapped in silk, tailored suits, diamonds glittering beneath artificial warmth. Laughter flowed easily-polite, hollow, rehearsed.
Behind the velvet ropes, security tightened.
Inside the venue, soft classical music drifted through the air, masking the sound of earpieces activating one by one.
Team, check in.
Taehyung's voice came low and steady through the channel. He moved through the men in suits.
One by one, confirmations followed-quiet, controlled.
The President of Seoul arrived next. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Guards straightened. Conversations softened. Cameras intensified. The man entered surrounded by protection and importance, smiling calmly as if nothing in the world could touch him. He shook hands with han-seol, exchanged pleasantries, and moved deeper into the hall.
Backstage, Han-seol adjusted his cufflinks, his smile already in place.
When he stepped onto the stage, applause erupted on cue.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Han-seol began warmly, voice smooth, practiced,
perfect. "Tonight, we gather not just to celebrate generosity-but responsibility."
Taehyung watched from the shadows near the service corridor, dressed in a tailored suit that hid weapons as easily as secrets. His gaze never left the stage.
He sounds clean, Eunwoo commented quietly through comms.
They always do, Kai replied.
As Han-seol continued his speech-talking about hope, futures, children, donations that would "change lives"-a black car slipped into the underground parking lot unnoticed.
"V."
Eunwoo's voice cut through the channel-sharp, urgent.
Taehyung stopped mid-step near the service corridor, body already angled toward the restricted exit. He checked the time on his watch out of habit. Everything was moving on schedule.
Too perfectly.
"What," Taehyung asked quietly.
Eunwoo didn't answer immediately.
Then-
"Jungkook. He's here."
The words didn't register at first.
"What?" Taehyung said, turning slowly. His voice came out tight.
Eunwoo's fingers flew across the keyboard, camera feeds flashing rapidly. "He just entered the main hall. With Mr. Jeon."
"What the fu-" Taehyung stopped himself, breath hitching. "What the fuck is he doing here?"
Without waiting for a response,
Taehyung changed direction and moved back toward the hall, footsteps controlled but fast. His pulse spiked-not from the mission, not from Song, not from the President in the building-
From him.
He spotted Jungkook instantly.
Black suit. Perfectly tailored. Calm posture. Composed expression.
Jungkook walked beside his father with practiced ease, greeting businessmen, shaking hands, nodding politely. His smile was controlled-corporate, distant-but real enough to convince anyone watching.
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