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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'Do you have the location?'
'Container TCIU-137428-6, Area Four, Port of Incheon,' Namjoon reeled off the top of his head while buckling himself into the passenger seat.
Jimin caught Jin's gaze in the rear-view as he fisted the steering wheel. 'Bolt cutter?'
'Present,' the lilac-haired man confirmed, his arms bulging under the weight as he lifted the tool in the air.
'Good,' Jimin nodded and started the engine, 'then, let's go.'
Jimin manoeuvred the Hyundai onto the sandy road and drove away from the beach house. The car was quiet for a while, but he sensed the tension in the air. Namjoon's relentless finger-tapping and Jin's anxious eyes in the mirror were a dead giveaway.
'What is it, Jinnie?' Jimin asked as he steered the 4x4 off the island.
'How long will it take to get there?'
'An hour or so. Why?'
'Pah!' Jin cried in defeat as he thumped his thighs. 'I wanted to bring pack lunches, but Joonie said we'd only be in the car for thirty minutes!'
'At least we're not crammed into the shitty Lexus like sardines,' Namjoon argued.
'For the last time, guys. The Lexus was not shitty,' Jimin moaned as he focused on finding the correct highway that would lead them to Incheon. 'That little beauty was worth at least four-hundred million, and what do I get in exchange so I can drive your tiresome arses around? A Santa Fe worth thirty-four.'
'But you said that you had a Santa Fe back home for general use-'
'That's beside the point!' Jimin hollered, grumpy that he'd had to trade in his beloved white sports car for something "practical". 'It was a top of the range, imported Nürburgring. It's a rare model, and extremely difficult to get your hands on-'
'You got your hands on it easily enough,' Namjoon interrupted Jimin's harangue. 'In fact, you have a knack for stealing rare cars. Taehyung's Mustang, for example-'
'Can we just focus on the mission ahead, please?' Jin caterwauled as he drew the bolt cutter onto his lap and picked nervously at the rubber grips. 'I'm jittery enough as it is.'
Jittery was one way of putting it. Jin had not stopped stressing for two days. While Jimin and Namjoon were visiting the library, he'd stayed at the beach house to trawl through the catalogue of containers his flatmate had dug up.
Upon spotting a strange name listed beside a company named Titan, he'd called and told them to come home immediately.
Naughty Mike - a customer who'd purchased a shipping container several weeks ago - was not only an alias, but an anagram of the very man who'd kidnapped the women.
Kim Taehyung.
Uncovering their whereabouts was a welcome relief after getting nowhere with their vortex research, and so they'd spent yesterday formulating a plan of action while Jimin mentally prepared for a trip to the warehouse with a Zippo.
