The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of Y/N's office, casting a golden glow on the quiet space. Y/N sat at her desk, nervously tapping her pen against a file. The weight of her thoughts made the room feel heavier than it was. She glanced at the clock. It was almost time.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts.
Y/N (standing quickly): Come in.
The door opened, and Sunghoon stepped inside, his posture relaxed but his expression curious.
Sunghoon: Hey.
Y/N: (gesturing to the chair across from her) Hey. Sorry for the trouble, but I really needed to talk to you.
Sunghoon sat down, tilting his head slightly as he studied her.
Sunghoon: No trouble. So, what's the problem?
Y/N hesitated for a moment before sliding a file across the desk toward him. Sunghoon picked it up, his brows furrowing as he looked at her.
Sunghoon: What's this?
Y/N: Just… open it.
He flipped the file open, revealing the marriage certificate with her name and Jungkook's written in bold, undeniable proof of a bond that seemed long forgotten. His face remained calm, unreadable, as he processed the contents.
Sunghoon: I already know.
Y/N blinked in surprise, leaning forward slightly.
Y/N: You… already know?
Sunghoon nodded, closing the file gently and placing it back on the desk.
Sunghoon: Yeah. Older memebers told me. But they told me to stay quite—I know everything about his life, including you.
Y/N's hands clenched the edge of the desk as frustration and relief warred within her.
Y/N: Then why? Why didn't anyone tell me he was alive? Why did they keep him from me?
Sunghoon sighed, his gaze dropping to his lap briefly before meeting hers again.
Sunghoon: When we found Jungkook, he was barely alive. His memories were shattered, and he was angry, broken. Dad decided it was best to rebuild him in their own way. He made him into the leader he is now before passing away. He and older members didn't want anyone, not even you, to interfere.
Y/N sat back, stunned. The truth hit her like a wave. All this time, Jungkook had been alive, safe, and yet utterly unreachable.
Y/N (whispering): So… all this time, he was out there, and I…
Sunghoon leaned forward, his voice softening.
Sunghoon: Don't be sad. I want to help you.
Her eyes flickered with a faint hope, though skepticism lingered.
Y/N: But how? If the older members won't let him remember, what can you do?
Sunghoon's lips curved into a small, reassuring smile.
Sunghoon: That's on me. I'll find a way to get you close to him. You just have to promise me one thing.
Y/N: What?
He leaned back, crossing his arms.
Sunghoon: Promise me you won't run away. No matter how hard it gets or how much he pushes you away, you'll stay. If I get you close to him, you can't give up halfway.
Her gaze hardened with determination, the pain of the past year fueling her resolve.
Y/N: I promise. I won't run away.
Sunghoon studied her for a moment before nodding, satisfied.
Sunghoon: Good. Then keep the certificate safe with you. You'll need it when the time comes.
Y/N clutched the file tightly, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.
Y/N: Thank you, Sunghoon.
He smiled faintly and stood, adjusting his jacket.
Sunghoon: Don't thank me yet. We're just getting started.
With that, he turned and left the office, leaving Y/N with a promise to keep and a renewed sense of purpose.
Y/N sat in her office chair, her posture calm and composed as she stared at the documents spread across her desk. The sunlight streaming through the windows painted the room in a warm glow, a stark contrast to the tension that had just left with Sunghoon.
The calm didn't last long.
The door slammed open, hitting the wall with a resounding thud. Y/N's head shot up, her expression hardening as Mr. Xin stormed in, flanked by his men. Their imposing figures cast long shadows that seemed to swallow the light.
Y/N: Mr. Xin, (her tone firm but measured) you cannot come in here like this.
Mr. Xin: (eyes burned with fury) Why did you call off the deal with me?
Y/N leaned back slightly in her chair, folding her hands neatly on her desk.
Y/N: Mr. Xin, I never had a deal with you in the first place.
He slammed his fist onto her desk, rattling the objects on its surface.
Mr. Xin: But I came here first! I asked for your warehouse!
Y/N remained unfazed, her voice steady.
Y/N: I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. He was offering me good money—too good to refuse.
Mr. Xin: Who was he? (demanded, his voice rising) How much did he offer you? I'll double it.
Y/N tilted her head slightly, her eyes cold and unwavering.
Y/N: I can't say the name. And I'm sorry to tell you that the warehouse has already been handed over.
The air in the room grew heavier as Mr. Xin's hand went to his belt. In a flash, he pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at her.
Y/N didn't flinch. Calmly, she opened the drawer of her desk and retrieved her own gun, leveling it at him in one smooth motion. Her eyes locked on his, her grip steady.
Mr. Xin: You really have the nerve to cross me, Y/N. (he growled)
Y/N: Put your gun down, Mr. Xin, (coolly, her tone like steel) I won't go easy on you.
Before either could make a move, another voice broke the tension.
Rose: Drop it, (commanded, stepping into the room with her gun trained on Mr. Xin's back)
Mr. Xin's jaw clenched as he turned slightly, his eyes darting between the two women. He growled in frustration.
Mr. Xin: I won't spare you, Y/N, (he spat before lowering his weapon and signaling his men to retreat)
Y/N didn't lower her gun until the sound of their retreating footsteps faded completely. Only then did she release a long sigh, her grip loosening as she placed the weapon back into the drawer.
Rose: (holstered her own gun, watching Y/N closely) Are you okay? (she asked, her voice tinged with concern)
Y/N: Yeah, (replied, leaning back in her chair. She ran a hand through her hair, composing herself) I'm okay. What brought you here?
Rose: (stepped forward and placed a file on the desk) I came to give you this. Also, the shipment is done. The goods have been secured in the warehouse.
Y/N: (nodded, her professional demeanor returning) Okay. Thank you.
Without another word, Rose turned and left, her quiet efficiency leaving Y/N alone once again.
For a moment, Y/N simply sat there, staring at the closed door. The encounter had left her shaken, but she refused to show it. Instead, she straightened her posture, drew a deep breath, and returned to the papers on her desk.
Jungkook sat in his office, the dim light of the single desk lamp casting shadows across the room. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the edge of the wooden desk, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.
Y/N.Her name lingered in his mind like an echo, unyielding and sharp. She had called him on their first meet by his name. Jungkook.
Jungkook's mind: But how? (he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under the strain) I hadn't told her my name—(he was sure of it) And Sunghoon? No, Sunghoon wouldn't slip up like that.
Jungkook had taken every precaution to keep his identity hidden, not just from her but from anyone outside his inner circle. Even when fighting on the frontlines, he'd ensured his profile stayed low, his presence a ghost in the world of chaos.
Jungkook: But Y/N… she knew. (his jaw tightened) Is she a spy? Could she be faking her sorrow?
Jungkook: (shook his head, his chest tightening with frustration) No, the pain in her eyes when she spoke of her husband's death had been too raw, too real. But then again, how could she possibly know my name? Ahhh, (he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door).
Jungkook: Come in, (he called, his voice steady despite the storm in his mind)
The door opened, and Rose stepped in, her presence calm and composed. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who understood the weight of their role, but even she couldn't miss the tension etched across Jungkook's features.
Rose: Sir, the weapons have been safely transported to the warehouse.
Jungkook: (gave a short nod) Okay. You can go.
Rose: (hesitated for a moment) Sir.
Jungkook: (His gaze snapped up to her, his patience thinning) What now?
Rose: Today, Mr. Xin came to Y/N's company.
Jungkook: (his eyes narrowed instantly) Why? (his voice colder than the air outside)
Rose: He was there to threaten Miss Y/N. He demanded that she hand over the warehouse.
Jungkook's jaw tightened, his fingers curling slightly against the edge of the desk. His first instinct was anger—directed at Mr. Xin, the audacity of the man to cross into his territory. But beneath that was something else, something quieter yet far more consuming. WORRY.....
Jungkook: Did he harm her? ( His question came quick, the words sharper than he intended. His voice was cold, edged with a barely restrained fury)
Rose: No, (reassured) I was there. He didn't get the chance to do anything.
Jungkook: Hmm (exhaled slowly, but the tension in his shoulders didn't ease. He gestured for Rose to leave, his voice a curt) You can go.
Rose nodded, bowing slightly before turning on her heel and exiting the room.
As the door clicked shut, Jungkook's gaze drifted toward the city skyline visible through the large glass windows. His thoughts returned to Y/N.
Jungkook: Is she truly as innocent as she seemed? Or is there a storm brewing behind those sorrowful eyes? She was strong, (he knew that much) In the meeting the way she carried herself, the calm resolve in her voice—it wasn't something just anyone could muster in front of him. (Yet, the thought of Mr. Xin threatening her stirred something unfamiliar in him)
Jungkook: Why am I even worried? (he thought, leaning forward and pressing his elbows onto the desk. Y/N wasn't his responsibility, and yet...)
The idea of her standing up to someone like Mr. Xin, no matter how capable she seemed, didn't sit well with him. Jungkook leaned back again, his gaze drifting toward the window and the city lights beyond. If Mr. Xin dared to make another move, he would regret it. Jungkook would ensure that. For now, though, he made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Y/N. Not because he doubted her ability to handle herself, but because the idea of her being caught in the crossfire of his world was something he couldn't ignore.
At night, at restaurant:
Y/N sat across from Jimin and Suga, gently swirling her wine glass. Suga was halfway through a joke about their past memories when Jimin suddenly fell silent, his chopsticks frozen mid-air.
Y/N: Jimin? (tilting her head at him) You okay?
Jimin set his chopsticks down carefully, his fingers trembling just slightly. He didn't look at either of them when he spoke.
Jimin: There's something I need to tell you both.
Suga: (raised an eyebrow, still chewing) That sounded ominous. What's going on?
Jimin: (took a deep breath) My family… was part of a mafia. My parents worked for Jungkook's father.
Y/N: (blinked) Wait, Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook?
Jimin: (nodded slowly) Yeah. That one.
Suga: (leaned back in his chair, arms crossing) You're joking. Since when?
Jimin: Since forever....My mom was an undercover agent. Sharp as hell. I think she even led one of his father's operations. She was loyal… and brave. Too brave.
Y/N: (set her glass down) What happened to her?
Jimin: (eyes darkened) She was murdered. On a mission. A setup, maybe. I still don't know the full truth. But I was seven. And all I knew was… she left for work one day and never came back.
Suga: (sat forward slowly, his expression unreadable) And your dad?
Jimin: I blamed him, (said with a hollow laugh) Still do, sometimes. He was a strategist of Jungkook's dad. Cold, calculated. Mr. Jeon sent her out that night. Said it was a routine job. She never made it back.
Y/N: (reached across the table instinctively, placing her hand over his) Jimin, I'm so sorry.
Jimin: (looked at her, something distant in his eyes) After that, I couldn't do it. I didn't want any part of that world. I ran away. Lived with my aunt in Busan for a while. Refused to even hear the word 'mafia.' I thought… if I stayed away, maybe I wouldn't end up like them.
Suga: (his fingers tapping lightly on the table) That's why you always looked uncomfortable when things got dirty. I thought it was just your morals kicking in.
Jimin: I've been trying to stay clean my whole life. But the past doesn't always let you go, does it?
Y/N: No (her voice almost a whisper) It doesn't.
Jimin: (gave a sad smile) I guess that's why it's kind of ironic that I ended up here. Sitting with you two. Talking about Jungkook—the son of the man who once commanded my whole family.
Suga: (spoke again, his voice low and thoughtful) You know, running from the past doesn't mean you've failed. It means you survived. You made your own choices, Jimin. That matters.
Jimin looked at him, surprised by the unexpected wisdom.
Y/N: You're not your father. You're not your mother. You're just… you. And I think that's more than enough.
Jimin: Thanks for understanding. (with a warm, sincere smile)
Y/N: You were strong (she said gently) To make that kind of decision… to walk away and choose a better path. That takes courage.
Jimin: (looked away for a moment, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small, grateful smile) I just didn't want to lose myself. I had to do it.
Y/N: (nodded, eyes flicking toward the street beyond) Now we have to help Jungkook too. He's stuck, and honestly… I don't think he'll be able to find a way out as easily as you did.
Jimin: Yeah. He's deep in it.
Suga: I'm full (stretching his arms over his head) And it's getting late. Let's call it a night.
Everyone stood, collecting their things and filing out into the cool evening. Y/N suddenly stopped and turned toward Jimin.
Y/N: Hey (causing him to glance back) Can you drop me home?
Jimin: (nodded without hesitation) Sure.
Y/N: (tilted her head, a playful spark in her eye) But… I want a piggyback ride.
Jimin: (blinked) A what?
Suga: (raised an eyebrow) It's just a ten-minute walk. You're not even drunk. Why are you acting like this?
Y/N: (stuck out her tongue) I'm just tired. And so what if I want my friend to carry me? I wasn't asking you, was I?
Suga: (smirked at her sass) Well, do you want me to carry you instead? Because if so, I'm warning you—I might not survive.
Y/N: (laughed) Hah! Such a weak cat.
Suga: I'm not weak. You're heavy. (shot back, shaking his head dramatically)
Jimin: Alright, alright, enough. (Jimin interrupted, stepping forward) Y/N, are you coming or not? Just hop on already.
Grinning, Y/N climbed onto his back, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders.
Y/N: Thanks, Jimin.
As they walked under the dim streetlights, Jimin shifted her weight slightly.
Jimin: Don't you dare fall asleep on my back. If you do, I'm dropping you.
Y/N: I'm not sleeping. (replied, half-laughing) But your back is surprisingly comfy…
Jimin: I'm serious. (though his voice was light) I'll let you fall.
Y/N: Liar. You'd never let me fall.
They reached her house after a few minutes, the porch light glowing softly in the quiet night. Jimin lowered her gently to the ground.
Y/N: Thanks. (said, brushing a hand through her hair as she turned to head inside)
But Jimin reached out and ruffled her hair with a fond smile.
Jimin: Don't go disappearing from your home again like that night. I mean it.
Y/N laughed, looking over her shoulder.
Y/N: I'll try not to. No promises, though.
He watched her until the door clicked shut behind her.
Jungkook at Y/N's house:
The engine hummed low as Jungkook leaned back in his seat, shadows painting sharp lines across his face beneath the dim streetlight. His eyes, sharp yet tired, were fixed on the figures ahead—Jimin and Y/N.
He watched as Jimin lowered her gently to the ground. They looked… close. Too close.
Jungkook's brow twitched.
Jungkook: What the hell… (he muttered, almost laughing, though it didn't reach his eyes) Didn't she say he was just a friend? What was his name again… Jimin?
Jungkook: (leaned forward slightly, squinting) Why's he smiling at her like that? And why is he patting her head like that?
His jaw clenched, but he forced himself to sit back.
Jungkook: What am I even doing? Why do I care? (he grumbled, rubbing his temple) This has nothing to do with me. She can do whatever she wants.
But still… his eyes lingered.
Y/N disappeared inside her house, the door clicking shut behind her.
Jungkook exhaled sharply, slumping deeper into the leather seat.
Jungkook: I came to talk to her. About Mr. Xin. (he muttered, almost like he was justifying it to himself) That's it. Nothing else.
He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. 10:06 AM.
His fingers hovered over the door handle but stopped.
Jungkook: What would she think if I showed up at her doorstep this late?
Instead, he leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes. Just for a few minutes, he thought. Then I'll go.
Inside the house
Y/N placed the wedding certificate carefully on the bookshelf. Her fingers lingered on the corner of the document.
Y/N: Soon (she whispered to herself) I'll need this again.
She turned off the light and went to bed.
But two hours later, a strange sensation tugged at her. A chill. The kind that crawled up your spine even in warm air.
She descended the stairs, yawning, and headed toward the kitchen to get some water. As she drank, her gaze drifted toward the lawn—and froze.
A figure was moving.
She narrowed her eyes. Her hand lowered the glass slowly as she moved toward the living room. Her bare foot landed on something slick—oil. Her breath hitched. Y/N opened the door realising it was already unlocked, she forgot to lock it.
Y/N: Who are you? (her voice rang out, steady despite the panic rising in her throat) What are you doing here?
The man spun around. Startled. Eyes wild.
Then, without warning, he lit a litter, threw it onto the lawn—
FWOOOM!
The fire exploded into life, flames licking hungrily across the grass.
Y/N staggered backward in shock, heart pounding, but she lost her balance and fell.
The man, realizing Y/N will easily escape since she's awake, grabbed a gas cylinder from the shadows—and hurled it toward the blaze.
BOOM.
The explosion rocked the earth. With the explosion Y/N's body flew backward with a loud thud —glass shattered beneath her, pain pricking her neck and legs.
Outside – Jungkook's Car
Jungkook jolted awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun at his side.
He blinked. Fire. Smoke.Y/N.
He was out of the car before he could think. Sprinting toward the flames, instincts kicking in. He didn't even hesitate before throwing his shoulder into the door—splinters flew as it gave way.
Jungkook: Y/N!!
Then he saw her—unconscious, lying on the ground, small cuts glittering with blood in the firelight.
Glass everywhere. Flames dancing closer.
He rushed to her side, dropping to his knees.
Jungkook: Hey—Y/N! (He shook her gently) Come on, look at me!"
No response.
He scooped her up into his arms. She was warm, fragile. The smell of smoke clung to her hair.
He turned to leave—then froze.
The certificate.
His eyes darted to the shelf—it was half-engulfed already.
Jungkook: (he gently placing Y/N in the passenger seat of his car) Just hold for a while. (he whispered, brushing hair from her face)
Y/N eyes didn't flutter. Her breathing was shallow, but there—barely.
He turned, reaching for the driver's door—
Then stopped.
Something flickered in the back of his mind. A pull. Like a voice in the chaos whispering something important.
He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing at the house swallowed in flame.
Then he turned back.
The fire had spread rapidly. Still, he dashed in, shielding his face from the heat. He grabbed the certificate just as the shelf gave way with a creaking groan.
CRASH.
A sharp decorative piece sliced across his back as it fell—he gritted his teeth, blood blooming through his shirt.
But he didn't stop.
He burst through the door just as the second explosion shattered the night sky. Jungkook touched his back which was bleeding. He looked at Y/N and placed the certificate on the backseat.
Hospital – Emergency Room
Jungkook kicked open the doors, his vision blurring from the pain.
Jungkook: Someone help! (he shouted, staggering toward the front desk) She—she needs help—right now!
The nurses rushed to him. Y/N was pulled from his arms and placed on a gurney.
???: Ma'am? Can you hear me? (one nurse called Y/N as they wheeled her away)
Jungkook took a shaky breath. And then—darkness swept over him. His knees buckled. He hit the floor, blood pooling beneath him.