Under the serene glow of the moonlight, the gentle sound of the water lapping at the pool's edge created a soothing backdrop as Taehyung, Sarang, J-Hope, Yuna, Jimin, Jungkook, and Jiwoon lounged around the poolside of their new home. The crisp night air was refreshing, carrying with it the scent of jasmine from the nearby garden. Jihan slept soundly in Taehyung's arms, his small breaths blending into the peaceful atmosphere, while Yeontan lay curled up on a blanket, lost in his own dreams.
The group had been relaxing, chatting casually, when J-Hope, ever the one for mischief, sat up suddenly, eyes gleaming with excitement.
J-Hope grinned, leaning forward as if he was about to share the most exciting secret of the night. “Alright, guys,” he announced, his voice cutting through the calm, “How about we spice things up a little? Let’s play Truth or Dare!”
Yuna chuckled softly, her hand resting on Jimin’s knee as she glanced around the group. “Truth or Dare, huh? I feel like this could get dangerous with this group,” she teased, casting a playful glance at Jungkook, who immediately smirked back.
Jiwoon laughed, nodding in agreement. “I’m in, but only if J-Hope goes first! He’s the one who suggested it, after all.”
Jimin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he grinned. “This should be fun. J-Hope always comes up with the wildest dares.”
Taehyung smiled, gently cradling Jihan in his arms. “Alright, but we should keep it light, guys. Jihan’s asleep, and I don’t want him waking up to one of your crazy dares,” he said, casting a glance at J-Hope, who only winked in response.
Jungkook leaned forward, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Let’s get started then. J-Hope, truth or dare?”
J-Hope grinned broadly, clearly relishing the moment. “Dare, of course!”
Jimin exchanged a sly glance with Jiwoon, who nodded toward the pool. “I dare you,” Jimin began with a smirk, “to jump into the pool… fully clothed.”
Everyone burst into laughter as J-Hope dramatically sighed, pretending to be put out by the dare. “You guys are too predictable,” he said, standing up and shrugging off his shoes. He walked to the edge of the pool, winked at the group, and leaped in with a splash, his clothes immediately clinging to his skin as he surfaced, shaking his hair out like a dog.
“Happy?” J-Hope called out, grinning as water dripped from his soaked clothes. Everyone clapped and cheered, especially Sarang, who couldn’t stop giggling.
“Alright, my turn!” J-Hope declared, climbing out of the pool and wringing out his shirt. He looked around, his eyes settling on Yuna. “Yuna, truth or dare?”
Yuna bit her lip, pretending to consider her options before nodding. “Truth.”
J-Hope raised an eyebrow, leaning in with curiosity. “If you could trade lives with anyone here for a day, who would it be and why?”
Yuna blushed a little, casting a quick glance at Jimin before smiling. “I think I’d trade places with Sarang,” she answered, surprising everyone. “She’s so strong, and I’d love to see how she manages to handle everything with such grace… plus, I’d get to spend a day being Jiwoon’s mom ,” she added with a wink, causing everyone to laugh.
Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head while holding Jihan a little closer. “Good luck handling Jihan for the day,” he joked, looking down at the sleeping child with a fond smile.
Jimin laughed, then turned to Jungkook. “Your turn, Kookie. Truth or dare?”
Jungkook grinned, already knowing his answer. “Dare, of course. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Yuna’s eyes twinkled as she thought for a moment before smirking. “I dare you to serenade Jiwoon with a love song. And you have to be serious about it.”
Everyone burst into laughter again as Jungkook groaned. Jiwoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I’m waiting,” she said, folding her arms.
Jungkook stood up, rolling his eyes playfully before launching into a dramatically heartfelt rendition of “Love Scenario,” complete with exaggerated gestures and soulful looks in Jiwoon’s direction. Jiwoon laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes, and everyone else joined in, clapping along to Jungkook’s ridiculous performance.
When Jungkook finally finished, taking a dramatic bow, Jiwoon smirked at him. “Not bad, Jungkook. You’ve got a future in musical theater if this Mafia thing doesn’t work out.”
Jungkook sat down, laughing as he wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. “Alright, alright. Jiwoon, your turn. Truth or dare?”
Jiwoon thought for a moment, her eyes sharp as always. “Truth.”
Jungkook leaned forward, narrowing his eyes playfully. “If you had to choose between saving Sarang or Yuna from a dangerous situation, who would you pick?”
Jiwoon grinned, sensing the trap. “Nice try, but I’m not answering that,” she said smoothly, “because neither of them would need saving. They’d probably both be the ones causing the danger.”
The group laughed at her quick response, and the game continued, with each person adding their own layer of humor and fun to the night. The atmosphere was light and joyful, the worries of their complicated lives forgotten for a few hours under the tranquil moonlight. The sound of their laughter mingled with the soft rustling of leaves, creating a night full of warmth, friendship, and a sense of peace they rarely got to enjoy.
Time skips
Late at night, after a long, laughter-filled evening of truth or dare, the house had finally settled down. Yuna and Sarang lay next to each other in their room, their minds still buzzing from the fun they'd had. Taehyung, Jihan, Jimin, and J-Hope were in the other room, while Jungkook lingered in the hallway, scrolling through his phone.
In Yuna and Sarang’s Room:
The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the two friends. They were wrapped up in blankets, gazing at the ceiling as they wound down.
Yuna: chuckling softly “Did you see Jimin’s face when you dared him to sing that love song? I thought he was going to turn into a tomato.”
Sarang: giggling “I know! He was blushing so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that embarrassed. He kept looking at Jihan for support, but even he couldn’t stop laughing.”
They both fell into quiet laughter, remembering the scene.
Yuna: turning serious for a moment “You know, it’s really nice having everyone here. With everything we’ve been through, it feels good to just… laugh and have fun, like things are normal.”
Sarang: smiling warmly “I feel the same. For once, it feels like we can just… be ourselves. And with Taehyung here…” she trailed off, her smile growing softer as she thought of him.
Yuna: grinning “You like having him around, huh?”
Sarang: blushing slightly “It’s not just that… he makes me feel safe.”
They continued chatting quietly, their voices soft and comforting, until their laughter and murmurs faded into sleep.
In the Other Room (Taehyung, Jihan, Jimin, and J-Hope) :
Jihan was already curled up between Taehyung and Jimin, clutching his stuffed animal tightly as he drifted off to sleep.
Jimin: whispering, careful not to wake Jihan “Tonight was nice. It’s rare to see everyone laughing like that.”
Taehyung: nodding, glancing down at Jihan with a protective expression “Yeah. For once, it felt like everything was okay. No threats, no worries… just family.”
J-Hope: grinning as he lay sprawled out on the floor with a pillow under his head “And did you see Yuna? She was practically radiating happiness with Sarang.”
Taehyung: smiling to himself “She deserves it. They both do. They’ve been through enough.”
The room fell quiet, each of them lost in thought as the peaceful atmosphere washed over them.
Meanwhile, in the Hallway:
Jungkook was leaning against the wall, staring at his phone when it suddenly buzzed with a call. His face grew serious as he glanced toward the rooms where everyone else was sleeping. Answering the call, he lowered his voice.
Jungkook: in a hushed tone “What is it? It’s the middle of the night.”
There was a pause as he listened to the person on the other end.
Jungkook: sighing “Fine. I’ll be there soon. Don’t let anyone know I’m coming.”
He slipped his phone back into his pocket and glanced toward the closed doors where his friends and loved ones slept. For a moment, hesitation flickered across his face, but then his usual resolve took over and he quickly went towards the room where Taehyung and others were present . Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Jungkook, standing near the door, held his phone tightly. His usually confident expression was masked with tension.
Taehyung, sitting up: "Jungkook? What’s wrong?"
Jungkook, his voice hushed yet urgent: "I... I got a call. I have to go out. Don’t wake the others. I’ll be back soon."
Jimin, now fully alert, looked at Jungkook with concern: "Is everything okay? Do you need backup?"
Jungkook shook his head, forcing a small, reassuring smile: "No, I’ll handle it. Go back to sleep. I’ll explain later."
With that, Jungkook slipped out of the room, his figure fading into the shadows of the hallway. The quietness of the house returned, settling over them like a heavy blanket.
In the girls’ room, Yuna shifted in her sleep, her hand still clasping Sarang’s. They both seemed at peace, their dreams untouched by the midnight mystery unfolding beyond their door.
Back in the other room, Taehyung watched the door Jungkook had just exited from, his instincts on edge. He lay back down, trying to reassure himself. He would get answers in the morning.
As the night wore on, the house was enveloped in stillness, with everyone falling into a deeper slumber, unaware of what awaited in the hours to come.
Back in the Other Room:
J-Hope, half-asleep on the floor, opened one eye as if sensing Jungkook’s absence.
J-Hope: mumbling sleepily “Did… did someone leave?”
Jimin: whispering back “It’s just the wind. Go back to sleep.”
The others settled back down, unaware of Jungkook’s departure. The house grew quiet as the night deepened, a calm but temporary peace lingering over everyone within its walls.
End of POV
Yoongi and Jungkook ‘s Pov
Yoongi stood outside the dimly lit club, a thick tension hanging in the air. He was here for information, but his mind was elsewhere. The night had been long, and stress had been building up. Soon, Jungkook arrived, nodding at him silently as they slipped past the bouncer and into the club.
The thumping bass pulsed through his chest, and the dim lights cast deep shadows across the room. As they settled in a secluded corner, a woman approached. She was striking, with an air of mystery that Yoongi found intriguing. She handed him an envelope, her fingers brushing his, and a faint smirk played on her lips.
Here's everything you asked for,” she murmured, her voice low, smoky.
Yoongi took a breath, trying to focus on the task, but her scent—a tantalizing mix of perfume and something uniquely her—made it difficult. He could feel his gaze linger longer than it should have.
Sensing the shift, Jungkook chuckled under his breath and reached for the envelope. “I’ll take it from here, hyung,” he said, giving Yoongi a knowing look before walking out, leaving him alone with the girl.
Yoongi turned his attention back to her, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Seems like the night just got a lot more interesting. How about we make the most of it?”
She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That depends,” she teased, stepping closer. “Are you as dangerous as they say?”
He smirked, leaning in. “Why don’t you find out?”
Yoongi let himself indulge, his eyes tracing the woman’s features. She seemed to notice, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You seem... tense,” she remarked, her hand lightly trailing down his arm.
Yoongi’s gaze darkened, his voice low and slightly rough. “Are you offering to help with that?”
Without a word, she pulled him further into the shadows, leading him into a secluded room at the back of the club. The door closed with a soft click, and Yoongi didn’t hesitate, pinning her against the wall with a hunger he’d been suppressing for too long.
“I don’t have time for games,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers.
“Neither do I,” she replied, her breath hitching as his hands moved to her waist.
In that enclosed space, the rest of the world fell away. The tension between them exploded as he claimed her lips, intense and unapologetic. She responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, drawing him closer. Each kiss was demanding, as if they were both trying to erase something they couldn’t say aloud.
"Yoongi..." she whispered, her voice breathy and filled with want.
“You’re too tempting for your own good,” he growled, his hands exploring her curves, feeling the heat of her skin under his touch. He was relentless, driven by an instinct he rarely allowed himself to follow.
Guess you are as dangerous as they say,” she whispered, tracing a finger down his jaw.
Yoongi chuckled softly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “I don’t make empty promises.”
Her laughter was soft, taunting. “Good, then don’t stop.”
End of POV
Jiwoon ‘s Pov
As the house settled into a quiet night, the rooms filled with soft breathing and the comfort of sleep. In Sarang's new house, Jiwoon stirred from her slumber, feeling thirsty. Slipping out of bed, she padded silently to the kitchen. The dim light cast shadows as she poured herself a glass of water. Suddenly, she sensed someone behind her. She turned, eyes widening as she saw Jungkook standing there, his intense gaze locked onto her.
Before she could react, Jungkook swept her off her feet, slinging her effortlessly over his shoulder. "Jungkook, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice caught between surprise and excitement.
He grinned, ignoring her protests as he carried her back to her room. "You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Jiwoon," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a simmering desire.
He gently tossed her onto the bed, hovering over her, his face close to hers. Their eyes met, and in that moment, the air between them thickened with unspoken emotions. Jungkook leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, both of them melting into the intensity. After a few seconds, he pulled back just enough to peel off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular chest. Jiwoon’s eyes roamed over him, captivated, her fingers trailing down his chest.
"Like what you see?" he teased, his gaze flickering with a mixture of mischief and hunger.
She nodded, breathless, unable to look away. Her hand continued tracing his skin as he gripped her wrists and pinned them gently above her head. He leaned down again, his lips pressing against hers, deepening the kiss as their breaths mingled. His lips moved to her neck, trailing kisses that made her gasp, her body arching under him. He left small marks as he went, his mouth leaving a heated trail on her skin.
“Jungkook…” Jiwoon’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to fuel his desire even more. Her soft moans filled the room as he continued, savoring every reaction she gave him.
After a while, he released her wrists, allowing her to turn and face him. Jungkook lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. “I’m staying here tonight,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
She turned back to face him, resting her head on his chest, savoring the comfort of his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness as she looked up at him.
Jungkook’s arms tightened around her, his hand running gently through her hair. “And I’ve missed holding you like this,” he replied, his tone soft and full of emotion.
They stayed like that, holding each other tightly, savoring each other's warmth close, they drift off to sleep, finding comfort in each other’s arms
until sleep claimed them both.
Meanwhile, in the other rooms, everyone else sleeps soundly, unaware of the quiet connection unfolding between Jiwoon and Jungkook in the night.
End of POV
Third Person's Pov
The night was cold, with a quiet stillness blanketing the empty streets of Seoul. The only sound breaking through was the roar of a sleek, silver sports car cutting through the dark like a blade, its headlights piercing the night. Behind the wheel was Yn, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her grip tight as she raced through the familiar roads she hadn’t seen in years. Her mind was spinning, though her focus never wavered.
As she sped down the last stretch toward her temporary home, she murmured to herself, “Finally… after all these years… you’re here, AugustD. And now… so am I.”
With a sharp turn, she pulled into the garage, her car’s rumbling finally silenced. She took a moment, leaning back in her seat, letting out a steadying breath as the quiet enveloped her again. Her thoughts drifted to him—the legendary hacker she had been chasing for so long. A ghost in the online world. Untraceable, untouchable, and completely unrivaled… until now.
Yn (thinking): "The only lead I have… he’s a gamer. That's how I found him the first time, hidden in those online lobbies, moving like a shadow. And tomorrow, I’m going to be one step closer."
Closing her eyes, memories flooded back—the countless nights spent trying to decrypt his signals, tracking digital trails, reading every last post and whispering about him. She knew she was brilliant in her own right, but her skills alone weren't enough. She needed him—needed to learn from him. No matter the cost, she'd find him in this city. It was her only goal.
The silence was interrupted by her phone buzzing with a message:
[Incoming text from her best friend, Somi] Somi: "Hey, ready for the big day tomorrow? Joining Korea’s top company! You’re gonna rock it, Yn!"
A slight smirk played on her lips.
Yn (whispering): “Rock it? Yeah… but it’s not the company I’m here for.”
She replied quickly, then shoved the phone into her jacket pocket, heading inside her apartment. The room was dark, only lit by the city lights casting faint patterns across the floor. As she set her keys down, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of tomorrow pressing on her shoulders.
Yn (thinking): “It’s not just a job. It’s my cover. My way to find him.”
She made her way to the desk by the window, where her custom laptop awaited. It was her most valuable possession, and it had never let her down. Booting it up, she began a final sweep of her gathered intel, eyes scanning each piece of data with a keen intensity.
Yn (thinking): “AugustD… Seoul’s number one ghost. You might think you’re untouchable, but I’m not giving up.”
The sound of keys clicking filled the room as she worked, her fingers moving fast, pulling up every trace, every rumor about him she had found. Tomorrow, she’d enter this company as a new employee, and if her intel was correct, it would be where their paths would finally cross. But for now, all she could do was prepare.
With a final click, she shut the laptop, exhaling.
Yn: “ I’m going to find you soon .”
She rose and moved toward the window, looking out over Seoul’s sprawling lights, the same city she had left years ago and returned to now for one purpose alone.
Yn (whispering to the city): “You’re not just a ghost in the system but when I find you… nothing’s going to be the same.”
The night was deep, but Yn felt wide awake, excitement mingling with her determination. Tomorrow wasn’t just any day; it was the beginning of the biggest game of her life.
With one last look at the glowing skyline, she turned off the lights and walked to her bed.
Yoongi's pov
The room is dimly lit, shadows from the street lamp outside casting soft patterns on the walls. Yoongi stands at the edge of the bed, adjusting his shirt, while Anna watches him from under a thin, pale blanket, her gaze unreadable. She holds it tightly around her shoulders, her fingers lightly gripping the fabric, as if to steady herself.
Yoongi catches her gaze in the reflection of the mirror, smirking. "We had a great time together," he says with an easy confidence, his voice low and smooth.
Anna nods with a faint smile, but there's a hint of melancholy in her eyes. "Yeah… we did." Her voice is soft, thoughtful, lingering in the air between them.
But Yoongi,” she says, hesitating, “just… be careful. They’re not easy to handle. You have to be careful.”
Yoongi's expression falters for a brief second before he nods, his jaw tightening. “I know.”
The silence stretches between them, heavy with unspoken words. Then, as if she can’t hold back, she blurts out, “I’ve been wondering about something, Yoongi.”
He pauses, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he waits. “Go on,” he says, curious but guarded.
The woman hesitates, looking away as she gathers her courage. “You’ve… done this kind of thing a lot. And I know… I know I’m not the kind of girl you’d ever want for anything serious. But it’s always crossed my mind… what kind of girl would you want?”
Yoongi freezes, surprised, his smirk fading as her words hang between them. He watches her for a moment, searching her face as if he hadn’t expected her to ask that.
He approaches the bed slowly, sitting down beside her, and with a gentle but firm grip, tilts her chin up so she’s looking at him. His expression softens, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "Anna," he begins, his voice unusually tender, "it’s not like that. You’re a good person." He releases her chin and runs a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "But we… we’re just different."
Anna’s gaze drops to the blanket, nodding in understanding. She’s heard this before. She knew this wasn’t meant to be anything more, but hearing it from him still makes her heart ache.
Yoongi lets out a small laugh, almost to himself, his tone shifting to something deeper, contemplative. "You asked what kind of girl I want." He pauses, lost in his own thoughts, then looks at her, eyes intense. "I want someone who can see the good in people—even if the world considers them the worst. Someone who can see beyond the surface… someone with the power to look inside and understand."
For a moment, there’s only silence as his words sink in, filling the room with unspoken longing. Yoongi’s eyes soften as he stands up, buttoning his last cuff. He glances down at her one last time, a hint of something wistful in his gaze.
Anna manages a gentle smile, whispering, "I hope… you find her, Yoongi. I really do."
He doesn’t respond,
but he gives her a slight nod, a wordless thank you, before walking to the door. He hesitates briefly, a momentary shadow of regret flashing across his face, and then, without another glance, he disappears into the night .
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