Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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Tae slipped into the shadows, huffing distastefully as the snobbish man across the street glowered at a traffic warden and stomped into the House of Cards.
Nothing had changed.
Every day he lingered, watching Kim Seokjin park his car, enter the building, and depart precisely one hour later for the hills of Pyeongchang-dong.
The wingman's antics were growing inadequate, making his daily effort of hanging around the club futile. To add insult to injury, there was still no trace of the woman he searched for or the Mafia King who'd kidnapped her.
Something in Jin's routine had shifted, though.
The man was meticulous with his timings, but two days ago, he'd surprised Tae by leaving the building fifteen minutes early, and yesterday, he was in and out of the club within half an hour.
The time spent with Namjoon was diminishing, which made Tae question; what had changed?
Checking the time on his phone, Tae leaned against a low wall and kept his chocolate eyes trained on the club door as he counted down the minutes until today's departure.
Every few seconds, his gaze swept the busy street for a shock of frizzy hair and freckled cheeks, but as always, there was no sign of her.
Hahm Yunhee was not your typical beauty, but a beauty she was.
The fierce little female stood out like a sore thumb and Tae was capable of spotting her a mile off. He missed her rare face, her fiery attitude, her crazy mop of locks. He missed the way she scolded him for being a moody arsehole, the way she smiled at him when he kissed her lips and teased her jaw.
Even the disappointment in her eyes when she realised that he was a coward for not telling her the truth.
The chances of Yunhee wanting to pick up where they left off were slim to none, but days upon days of hell had left him partially broken, and he was willing to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness if she ever returned.
Tae knew that it was selfish of him, but he didn't want to spend another day missing her. His life had been barren since she'd vanished, two earth-shattering weeks of going round the bend and fearing her dead.
If only he could find her. Save her. If only he could say how sorry he was.
If only he could go back to the beginning and make it right.
A movement at the club caught his eye, prompting him to check the time. Tae smirked; Jin had just set a new record.
Keeping a close eye on the man, he crept out of the darkness and joined the people roaming the pavement. Jin was heading home, but as Tae walked closer to his car, he caught him scrolling through his phone.
Holding back a fraction, he observed him through the vehicle window, watching in fascination as Jin's face dropped into a heavy frown.
Was he contacting Jimin? As far as he was aware, the big boss had evaporated from sight along with Yunhee, but there was still a chance that the Mafia King was active and holding her at another location.
