In the dimly lit atmosphere of a bustling nightclub, the pulsating beat of the music resonates throughout. Suga and Jungkook make their way through the crowd, heading straight for the private VIP section on the upper floor. The VIP area is separated by a thick velvet rope, guarded by bouncers who nod respectfully at Suga as he passes through.
Suga takes a seat on the plush leather couch, his gaze scanning the dance floor below. Jungkook sits beside him, his expression casual, though his sharp eyes miss nothing.
Just as Jungkook takes a sip of his drink, Suga leans forward and gestures to one of the club staff, instructing them to bring Hyunsoon, a young boy who works at Sarang's café, to the VIP section.
Hyung, are we really here for fun or business?” asked Jungkook
“A little of both. Patience, Jungkook. We’re waiting for someone.” Suga answered nonchalantly and stood up from his seat and roamed around his eyes to the entire club .
The pulsing lights of the club flash in rhythm to the heavy bass thumping through the speakers. The dance floor is crowded with people moving to the beat, while waiters and waitresses weave through the crowd carrying drinks . Moments later, Suga spots HYUNSOON, a nervous young man carrying a tray of drinks as he moves around the club. His eyes meet Suga’s, and he freezes for a moment before lowering his gaze and hurrying along his way.
Suga called the bouncer and said,
“Bring him up here.”
The bouncer moves swiftly, grabbing Hyunsoon by the arm. Hyunsoon looks up, confused, but doesn’t resist as he’s led to the VIP section. The bouncer escorts him to the booth and steps aside.
HYUNSOON
Hyunsoon nervously approaches, clearly unsure why he's been summoned. He wipes his hands on his apron and steps through the curtain that separates the VIP area from the rest of the club. His eyes dart to Jungkook, who gives him a neutral glance, and then to Suga, whose calm, calculating stare immediately sets the tone.
Suga leaning back, gesturing for Hyunsoon to sit.
"Sit down, kid. I’ve got something to discuss with you."Hyunsoonhesitant but obliges, sitting on the edge of the seat and asked
"Is something wrong, sir?"
Suga lowly shook his head and said,
"Not at all. In fact, I’ve heard about your situation... about your mother. She’s sick, right?”
Hyunsoon’s face falls at the mention of his mother’s illness. He nods, biting his lip as he tries to keep his emotions in check.
"Yes, she’s been ill for a while. The hospital bills are... they're piling up."
Suga exchanges a brief glance with Jungkook before he leans forward, his voice lowering just enough to make Hyunsoon feel the weight of the conversation.
"I can help with that. I can pay for her treatment. Get her the best doctors, ensure she’s taken care of." Said Suga
Hyunsoon’s eyes widened in shock. He looks at Suga in disbelief, almost daring to hope.
While Jungkook leans back, his expression is unreadable as he considers the boy. He taps his fingers rhythmically on the table, creating an uneasy silence.
What... what do you need from me in return?”
Of course, there was a catch. Nothing came for free in this world, especially in theirs.
Suga smiles slightly, knowing the question would come. He exchanges a brief glance with Jungkook before leaning forward again, his voice low and persuasive.
Suga leans back, crossing one leg over the other, his expression unreadable. Jungkook watches the interaction silently, his presence alone adding an unspoken layer of tension to the room.
It’s simple. All you have to do is recruit Suga, pointed towards Jungkook to work in your place at Sarang's cafe. No one will know the difference. You disappear, take care of your mother, and Jungkook will step in.”
Hyunsoon blinks, taken aback by the request. He looks at Jungkook, who sits quietly but intensely, his gaze burning into him. Hyunsoon is nervous, confused. “But... I don’t understand.
Why would he want to work there?”
Suga waves his hand dismissively, as if the reasoning is irrelevant.
“You don’t need to understand that part. Just know that this deal helps you. After your mother’s well, you won’t go back to Sarang’s cafe.
Instead, I’ll hire you at my Busan club. And, I’ll arrange for your admission to Busan University. Full scholarship. No strings attached.”
Hyunsoon stares in disbelief, struggling to process the magnitude of what Suga is offering. A chance to save his mother, a future secured at Busan University, a job in a prestigious club—all within his grasp. But he knows there’s a catch.
Why are you doing this?”
Suga : “I believe in helping people who can help me. It’s a win-win, Hyunsoon. Think of your mother. Think of your future.”
Hyunsoon swallows hard, his mind racing. His mother’s face flashes before his eyes—frail, hooked up to machines in a cold hospital room. He knows what he has to do, but the weight of the decision crushes him.
If I do this... you’ll really help me and also You’ll really get me into Busan University?”
Suga nods slowly, his gaze never wavering “Every word I said is a promise. But I need your answer now.”
The tension hangs in the air as Hyunsoon clenches his fists, his heart pounding. He closes his eyes briefly, then looks up at Suga with a mix of desperation and determination.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
Suga smiles, satisfied with the answer. He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a sleek envelope and sliding it across the table to Hyunsoon.
“Inside is everything you need to know. The arrangements will begin tomorrow.”
Hyunsoon takes the envelope with shaky hands, nodding as he stands. He bows deeply before Suga and Jungkook.
“Thank you.” He quickly turns and leaves the VIP section, disappearing back into the club crowd. Jungkook watches him go, then turns to Suga, curiosity burning in his eyes.
“You’ve got big plans, hyung. Suga smirks back, his eyes gleaming with calculated intent. “ Anything for you Kookie and also You’ll see soon enough.”
After the intense conversation with Hyunsoon, Suga and Jungkook remain seated in the VIP booth. The flashing lights of the club and the thumping bass of the music continue around them, but the two men sit in a moment of shared silence, letting the gravity of their plan settle in. Suga adjusts his jacket, a subtle sign that he’s ready to leave. Jungkook, restless, glances toward the exit.
“Let’s go.” Jungkook nods, and the two stand up from their seats. They walk down the sleek staircase from the VIP section, cutting through the sea of partygoers. People instinctively move out of their way as they make their way toward the exit, the aura of power and authority surrounding them. Club patrons glance at them curiously, sensing their presence but not fully aware of who they are.
As they step outside, the scene shifts from the loud, flashing interior of the club to the cool, quiet night air. The streetlights cast a dim glow on the wet pavement, and a few stragglers loiter outside the club, smoking and chatting. Suga and Jungkook walk side by side, their steps synchronized, exuding a calm yet intense energy.
The black SUV that brought them here earlier pulls up in front of the club. The headlights cut through the night, illuminating the street. The driver quickly steps out and opens the doors for them.
Jungkook: “You think he’ll actually pull it off?”
Suga, cool and collected, pauses for a moment before responding, his eyes scanning the street ahead.
Suga : “He will. Desperation can make people do anything. He has no other choice.”
Jungkook smirks slightly, though his mind is still calculating the risks. As they approach the SUV, Suga stops suddenly, taking in the quiet of the night. The distant hum of the city surrounds them, but there’s an eerie calm in the moment. Suga turns to Jungkook, his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp.]
Suga : “Remember, Jungkook. We’re playing a long game here. Everything is a step toward the bigger picture. Don’t let anyone get too close, and don’t trust anyone too easily. Not even Hyunsoon.”
Jungkook’s smirk fades as he absorbs Suga’s words. He knows better than anyone that Suga’s calm demeanor hides a razor-sharp mind, always a few steps ahead of everyone else.
Jungkook : “Understood, hyung.”
They both exchange a brief look of mutual understanding, their bond strengthened by the secrets they share. Without another word, they climb into the backseat of the SUV. The driver closes the doors behind them and moves around to the front, sliding into the driver’s seat.
Inside the car, the atmosphere is quiet, save for the faint hum of the engine. Suga leans back into the plush leather seat, his eyes half-closed as if deep in thought. Jungkook stares out the window, the lights of the city blurring as they speed down the road. He taps his fingers against his knee, still processing the night's events.
Jungkook : “So, what’s next?”
Suga: “We wait. Let him make his move. And then, we control the rest.”
Jungkook nods, though his mind is already thinking two steps ahead. He leans back, mimicking Suga’s calm, as the SUV disappears into the night, heading back toward their world of shadows and plans.
Time skips
The black SUV carrying Suga and Jungkook approaches the mansion, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The grand mansion looms ahead, silent yet foreboding. Inside the car, Suga remains calm as always, while Jungkook glances out of the window, his expression unreadable. The tension of their earlier conversation lingers in the air.
[As the SUV comes to a halt, the driver steps out and opens the door for them. Suga and Jungkook exit the vehicle, walking with purpose toward the mansion. The front doors are already open, a sign that someone is waiting for them.]
INSIDE THE BANGTAN MANSION -
Inside the mansion’s luxurious yet cold interior, Taehyung stands in the middle of the grand hall, his face a storm of fury barely contained. Jimin is next to him, visibly tense, glancing between Taehyung and the approaching duo. The entire house is eerily silent, a thick atmosphere of anticipation hanging over them.
They walk through the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silence. When they reach the center of the room, Taehyung’s eyes immediately lock onto Jungkook, burning with accusation.
Taehyung cold , voice edged with fury “You’ve got some nerve, Jungkook.”
Jungkook straightens his posture, meeting Taehyung’s gaze without flinching. His expression is a mix of defiance and resolve. Suga watches quietly from the side, sensing the storm brewing between them.
“I warned everyone. I made it clear that no one should go near Sarang’s café. But you—”
Taehyung takes a step closer, his voice dripping with anger. “You went there. Why? Are you ignoring my orders now? You know what’s at stake.”
Jungkook remains silent for a moment, letting Taehyung’s words hang in the air. Jimin shifts nervously, his eyes darting between them, unsure how to de-escalate the situation. Finally, Jungkook speaks, his voice firm and steady.
Jk : “I went to the café because there’s something you need to know, hyung. And I’m done hiding it.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes, waiting for Jungkook’s explanation. The entire room holds its breath as Jungkook takes a deep breath, preparing to drop the bombshell.
“I’m in love with Jiwoon. And I want to make her mine.”
The words echo through the mansion, silencing everyone. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, his hand instinctively reaching toward his face in disbelief. Even Suga raises an eyebrow, though his calm expression doesn’t change. The tension in the room escalates as Taehyung processes the announcement.
Taehyung quietly, disbelief creeping into his voice
“Jiwoon? You’re in love with Jiwoon?”
Jungkook stands his ground, his expression unyielding. He knows how stubborn he can be, and now, he’s determined to see this through. Taehyung takes a deep breath, his fury momentarily replaced by concern.
“Do you even realize what you’re saying? Jiwoon’s not someone you can just—”
Before Taehyung can finish, Suga steps forward, his voice calm and measured, cutting through the rising tension.
“Actually, Taehyung, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.”
Everyone turns to Suga, surprised by his sudden interjection. Even Jungkook glances at him, unsure of what Suga is about to say. Taehyung’s eyes narrow as he listens, trying to gauge where Suga is going with this.
When I started looking into Jiwoon’s background, something didn’t line up. At first glance, everything checks out—her family, her past. But when I dug deeper, it felt… off. There’s something missing in her story. It's like , that it has been created in a way like someone knows if anyone wants to dig about her history it will look like she is Clean but my aspects are saying Something she’s hiding. “There’s something off about it. It didn’t pull up the way it should have.”
If Jungkook is close to her, we might be able to uncover what that is.”
Jungkook furrows his brow in confusion, and Taehyung’s expression becomes more guarded.
“There are gaps, missing pieces in her history that don’t add up. I have a feeling that what we know about her isn’t the full picture. If Jungkook stays close to her, it’ll give us a chance to fill in those blanks.”
Suga turned back to Taehyung and said , “Think about it. Jungkook being with Jiwoon means he’ll have the perfect opportunity to watch her, to learn what’s missing. There’s something important we’re not seeing, and Jungkook staying close to her is the best way to figure it out.”
Taehyung’s anger slowly shifts to contemplation as he listens to Suga’s reasoning. Suga walks over to the large window overlooking the courtyard, his mind working through the details as he speaks.
Jungkook, finally understanding Suga’s angle, nods in agreement. This plan is more than just about love—it’s about uncovering secrets that could be dangerous if left unexplored.
“I’m not just doing this because I love her. I want to know the truth about Jiwoon too. If something’s hidden, I’ll find out.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath, weighing the options. His protective instincts toward Sarang and their world clash with his trust in Jungkook and Suga’s judgment. The room remains tense, everyone waiting for his response.
And a few minutes later, Taehyung ‘s voice low but resigned “Fine. But I’ll hold you both accountable if anything goes wrong. Jungkook, you keep your eyes open. No mistakes.”
Jungkook nods, his resolve strengthening with Taehyung’s approval. Suga turns to Taehyung, his calm demeanor never wavering.
“We’ll figure this out. But we need to move carefully.”
Well, I guess things are going to get interesting.”
Jimin softly spoke, trying to lighten the mood.
The tension in the room begins to ease slightly, though the weight of the conversation still lingers. Jimin, who had been quiet throughout the entire exchange, finally exhales, relieved that a confrontation was avoided—for now.
Taehyung’s lips twitch into a brief, reluctant smile, though his eyes remain watchful. The mansion’s silent halls seem to echo with the unspoken implications of the night’s revelations. There’s no going back now.
Fine. But you better not lose sight of why you’re doing this. If Jiwoon is a threat, we need to know.” Jungkook nods, his expression serious.
“I won’t forget.”
Taehyung lets out a deep breath, his anger slowly dissipating. We are leaving, let's go Jimin saying that he turned back toward the door and got out of the mansion clearly still unsettled but willing to trust Suga’s judgment. Jimin, still tense, looks at Jungkook with concern.
“Just... be careful, Jungkook and see you tomorrow .”
Jungkook nods silently as they both disappear leaving the room in heavy silence. Suga and Jungkook exchange one last look before Suga heads toward his office, satisfied that the next phase of their plan is in motion. Jungkook remains standing in the grand hall, his thoughts now fully focused on Jinwoon and what the future holds.
End of POV
MEANWHILE IN BOC DEPARTMENT (BUREAUCRACY OF CRIME DEPARTMENT)
The dim lighting in the department sets a clandestine mood. Screens flicker with classified information, and the air buzzes with the weight of unspoken plans. Jiwoon stands with her arms crossed, leaning against the cold steel wall, observing the scene unfolding before her. Despite the intensity of the discussion, she remains calm, her sharp mind already piecing together the strategies forming.
Minho sits at the head of the table, his demeanor firm yet relaxed as he spins a pen between his fingers. Yeojun sits across from him, his gaze focused on the blueprint of Bangtan Mansion projected on the holographic screen. Chief Kang, a commanding figure in his late forties, stands at the side, silently evaluating the situation, while Jackson reclines on a leather chair near the back, smirking as he swirls his drink.
Clearing his throat Minho breaks the silence "The Bangtan mansion isn’t just any ordinary estate. It’s a fortress. Full of top-tier security systems, layers of defense, and highly trained guards. If we’re going to make this work, we’ll need precision."
Yeojun Nodded his head and said "The key to breaking in is timing. We can’t just rush in guns blazing. We need to disable their communications and isolate them first."
Jiwoon’s eyes flicker with interest as Yeojun speaks. Her mind races with the possibilities—there are vulnerabilities everywhere, no matter how well-defended a place seems.
Jiwoon: "If we disrupt their communication, they’ll be blind for at least ten minutes before their backup protocols kick in. But we need to account for their reaction time. They won’t just sit idle."
Minho glances at Jiwoon, acknowledging her insight. He had heard about her reputation, but seeing her in action was something else entirely.
Mr Kang turned to Jiwoon, "That’s where you come in, Jiwoon. You’re fast, unpredictable. We need someone who can slip in unnoticed and neutralize the guards from the inside."
Jackson, who is listening to everything Chuckled from the back and said , "She’ll be a ghost. Meanwhile, I’ll make sure to keep any... distractions occupied. The mansion’s parties are notorious. I’ll blend in as a guest, and no one will suspect a thing."
Jiwoon shifts her gaze to Jackson. She wasn’t particularly fond of his cocky demeanor, but she knew he was effective when it came to infiltration and causing chaos. He had a way of getting under people’s skin without them realizing they were being manipulated.
Chief Kang: "Enough games. This isn’t about partying, Jackson. We’re dealing with the Mafia here. One wrong move, and it’s not just your life on the line. We need a foolproof plan."
Chief Kang’s voice cuts through the conversation, reminding everyone of the gravity of the situation. Jiwoon stands straighter, focusing on the map of Bangtan Mansion. The security measures are extensive, but Jiwoon sees the weak points. It’s all about exploiting human error.
Walking closer to the map, Jiwoon said , "The northwest wing has fewer patrols between 2 and 4 AM. If we time it right, we can get in through the service entrance. Disable the power here—
" she points to the control room "—and the guards will be forced into manual lockdown. That’ll buy us more time."
Minho listens intently, his expression serious. He was beginning to see why Jiwoon was regarded as one of the best in the business. She didn’t just think of the immediate attack; she calculated several moves ahead, anticipating the enemy’s response.
Once the power’s out, Yeojun, you’ll be in charge of cutting off their external communications. We don’t want them calling for reinforcements."
Yeojun: "Already on it. I can hack into their system remotely and initiate a lockdown sequence. They won’t know what hit them."
Jackson leans forward, his smirk widening. He loved the thrill of a challenge, and raiding Bangtan Mansion was exactly the kind of high-stakes operation he thrived on.
Jackson:"And while all of you are doing the heavy lifting, I’ll keep them distracted. A little chaos in the ballroom, and they’ll be too busy to notice what’s happening."
Chief Kang: "Just make sure you don’t overplay your hand, Jackson. The moment they realize it’s a diversion, we’re all dead."
Jiwoon lets out a small laugh, her cold eyes gleaming with excitement. She thrives in chaos, where she can move unseen, unnoticed, like a shadow in the night.
Jiwoon: "Let them be distracted. The less attention on us, the better."
The team falls silent for a moment as the gravity of the mission settles in. Each person knows their role, but the risks are immense. One slip-up could cost them everything.
Minho: "Alright, it’s settled. We will strike in the next 15 days . Make sure everything is in place by then."
Jiwoon Softly, spoke to herself "15 days to prepare... this should be fun."
As the group begins to disperse, Jiwoon remains by the map for a moment longer. Her mind races with calculations, contingencies, and possible outcomes. She knew this wasn’t going to be easy. But that’s what made it exhilarating.
Chief Kang : "Bangtan Mansion won’t know what hit them."
Jiwoon locked eyes with the man who is also the father of Jiwoon but the problem is both don't stand towards each other and the reason is still unknown to everyone . "I know what they’re capable of. But are you sure you're not letting personal grudges cloud your judgment?" She raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
Chief Kang leaned back, arms crossed. "Trust me, I can separate business from personal. This is a job, nothing more."
Minho looked at the both of them, sensing the tension but not addressing it directly.
"We’ll split into teams. Jiwoon, you’re with Yeojun. Jackson, you and I will take the west wing. Chief Kang will coordinate from here.”
Chief Kang stands tall, the room now fully focused. "Alright, everyone knows their roles. This mission is top priority, and failure is not an option. We move in three days. Gather your intel, finalize your preparations, and be ready."
The team disperses, but Jiwoon lingers for a moment, catching Jackson’s eye as he moves to leave.
"Jackson," she calls out softly.
With a final glance at the blueprint, she turns and leaves the room, ready to prepare for the upcoming operation.
He grins, his usual bravado returning. "Always ready to pull the trigger, Jiwoon."
She watches as he walks away, her mind already calculating every possible outcome of this mission. Infiltrating Bangtan Mansion wouldn’t be easy, but Jiwoon was never one to back down from a challenge. With the right plan, and a little unpredictability on her side, she knew they could pull it off.
As she leaves the room, her thoughts drift to what lies ahead. This time, the game was bigger. And she was ready to play her part.
SARANG ‘ S POV
Sitting on the couch, Sarang’s mind was swirling with thoughts. How will Jihan adjust to the café tomorrow? she wondered, biting her lip in concern. With Mrs. Yuna unavailable, Sarang felt an extra weight on her shoulders. It wasn’t just about the business; it was about Jihan too. He was still so young, and while Yeontan was a comfort, the café’s bustling environment was a different challenge altogether. But Sarang knew she would have to balance her responsibilities without her friend’s help.
She sighed, glancing over at Jihan who was sprawled on the floor, his sweet laughter filling the room as Yeontan licked his face with enthusiasm. Jihan’s innocent giggles made her heart swell with love. Maybe I’m worrying too much, she thought, her gaze softening as she watched her son.
But just as a small smile crept across her face, Sarang felt a sudden chill, like she was being watched. Her senses heightened, and her heart thudded in her chest. She instinctively looked toward the window. Is someone out there? She couldn’t shake the feeling.
Rising from her seat, she approached the window slowly, her eyes scanning the dark night. The streetlights cast long shadows, but there was no sign of anyone. Still, the feeling persisted. With a slight tremor in her hands, she pulled the curtains shut, closing off the outside world.
Maybe it's just my nerves, she thought, trying to shake off the unsettling sensation. But something told her that this was more than just her imagination. She glanced back at Jihan, who was still lost in his own world, unaware of the tension building inside her.
TAEHYUNG ‘S POV
From the shadows outside, Taehyung stood still, his eyes fixed on the window of Sarang’s house. His heart pounded with a mix of longing and determination as he watched her through the faint cracks in the curtains. She looked so peaceful, yet so far away.
Taehyung stood still, his eyes locked on her. His gaze was intense, dark, and full of longing. She was the reason he couldn’t sleep, the reason his thoughts were in constant turmoil.
"You don’t even know what’s coming, angel," he whispered to himself, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Soon, you’ll be in my arms, where you belong. You don’t know it yet, but I will protect you... from everything and everyone. Even if I have to go through hell to do it."
He lingered for a moment longer, taking in the sight of her. The woman who haunted his every waking thought, who made him lose sleep, and who ignited something in him he hadn’t felt in years.
With one last lingering look at Sarang’s silhouette through the curtains, Taehyung turned and disappeared into the night, leaving the air around him thick with the promise of what was to come.
End of POV
Few hours later
Minho's pov
Minho scanned the area with sharp eyes, taking in every detail. The night was quiet, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. He had positioned himself just out of sight, hidden in the shadows, ensuring no one would know he was there. His men stood in silence around him, waiting for his command.
Minho pressed his lips together, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. Sarang and Yuna’s safety is the top priority, he reminded himself. He had made a promise, not only to himself but to Minhyun . If anything happened to them, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.
Minho stood a few meters away from Sarang’s house, his back pressed against a tree . His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the area carefully.
He pulled out his phone, bringing it to his ear. “Is everyone in position?” he asked, his voice low yet commanding.
“Yes, boss,” one of his men responded, their voice crackling slightly through the line. “We’ve got all the exits covered. The perimeter is secure.”
Minho nodded to himself, his gaze shifting back to Sarang’s house. "Good. Make sure you're discreet. No one—and I mean no one—should know that we’re here. We’re ghosts, understood?"
"Understood," the man replied.
Minho lowered the phone, letting out a breath. He glanced around, ensuring his men were spread out in their assigned positions. Every possible entry point, every blind spot—he had them all covered. His jaw tightened.
“Listen carefully,” he said, bringing the phone back up. “Protecting Sarang and Yuna is your first priority. I don’t care what happens out there, but nothing—nothing—happens to them. Got it?”
“Yes, boss. We’re on it.”
Minho paused, his mind racing. He couldn’t help but think of Taehyung. His friend was treading dangerous waters, and while Minho understood his intentions, it only complicated things further.
“Make sure Taehyung doesn’t find out about this either,” Minho added sternly. “If he gets wind of our protection detail, it’ll only escalate things. He’s already on edge, and the last thing we need is him feeling like someone’s undermining his efforts.”
“We’ll be invisible,” the man assured.
Minho hung up, slipping his phone back into his pocket. His eyes lingered on the house once more. Sarang, Yuna... I promised I’d protect you both, no matter what. He couldn’t let anything happen to them, not while the shadows of their world crept ever closer.
He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of two of his men positioned near the alley. They gave him a subtle nod, confirming their readiness. Jimin returned the gesture, satisfied that everything was in place.
With one final glance at Sarang’s house, he murmured to himself, “I won’t let anyone harm you... I owe you that much.”
And with that, he melted into the shadows, trusting his men to keep watch as he disappeared into the night.
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