JUNGKOOK'S POV

I call an emergency meeting with my captains to discuss the recent events in Seoul and plan our retaliation against Kung Min. The room is tense as everyone settles in, their faces grave with the weight of the situation.

"We've been patient long enough," I say coldly. "Kung Min's attempt on our lives in Seoul can't go unanswered. It's time we show him the consequences of his actions."

I lay out my plan for a coordinated strike against two of Kung Min's key operations. "We'll hit him where it hurts most—his money and his weapons."

Jimin leans forward, practically vibrating with anticipation. "What's the target, boss?"

"Two targets," I clarify. "First, we're going to raid Kung Min's main money-laundering front, that high-end nightclub in Gangnam. We'll hit it during peak hours, wreck the place, and take all the cash and financial records we can get our hands on."

Taehyung nods approvingly. "That'll definitely grab his attention. What's the second target?"

"The Port of Incheon. We've received intel that Kung Min's expecting a shipment of weapons there. We're going to intercept and hijack it. Not only will we gain valuable firearms for our side, but we'll also deprive Kung Min of much-needed weapons and ammunition."

The room buzzes with murmured excitement as my people absorb the details of the operation. The hunger for action, the need to strike back at our enemies, pulses in their tense stances and focused gazes.

While the energy runs high, I form our teams, organizing them swiftly. There's no time to waste—each minute lost gives Kung Min another second to shield himself. We must move swiftly and leave him no warning.

The night air is thick with anticipation as we close in on our targets. Beneath the tension, I can feel the scent of victory, sharp and close.

Y/N reluctantly coordinates between the teams, the only role I'd allow her while she's pregnant. To my surprise, she accepted it without much protest, knowing well that tonight, she won't be holding a gun or standing as a target. Not now. Not ever, if I have my way.

Once everything's set, I lead the team heading to the nightclub, my body humming with the thrill of the coming chaos.

We storm through the doors, and the pulsing music vanishes under a wave of startled screams and shouts. "Everyone out!" I roar, as my men fan out to secure the club.

Guests scramble for the exits as we dismantle the place methodically. In the back office, stacks of cash and incriminating records lie exposed, and we begin packing them into duffel bags, taking everything.

As we work, I get updates from Jimin, sent through Taehyung, on the port operation. My phone buzzes with another text, and I glance at it.

"They've secured the weapons shipment. Minimal resistance. Loading everything onto our trucks now."

A smile of satisfaction creeps onto my lips. "Excellent work. Make sure nothing's left behind."

"I'll relay the message since that's all you trust me to do," Y/N texts back.

I chuckle and slip the phone back, moving quickly to wrap up our task. The luxurious interior of the club is now a wasteland of shattered glass and broken furniture. Just as we're about to leave, I spot a lone figure cowering behind the bar.

"Please," the man stammers as I approach, his voice trembling. "I'm just a bartender. I don't know anything."

I study him for a moment, then toss him a wad of cash. "For your trouble," I say, my tone icy. "And a message for Kung Min: this is just the beginning."

We leave the club in calculated chaos. As we drive away, I call Taehyung directly. "Status report?"

"Mission accomplished, boss," he replies. "Y/N did great with coordination."

I grin. I'm sure she suspects my intentions, yet she did a thorough job, regardless. "Good. We'll regroup at Location C," I reply. It's one of our secure warehouses, where we'll store the weapons and manage the cash.

As we drive through the night-lit streets of Seoul, I reflect on what we've achieved. Tonight's operation sends a message about my power, my readiness to defend my interests and my family. Kung Min will think twice before crossing us again.

But I know this is just the beginning. The war has only just begun, and I'll need every resource at my disposal to emerge victorious. We near the warehouse, and I steel myself for what lies ahead. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my family safe and my empire unbroken.

After everything is secured, Taehyung drives me home. I expect to find Y/N waiting in the living room, likely annoyed at being sidelined, but the space is empty. I pace the penthouse, about to call out, when a faint retching sound from the bathroom catches my attention. I stride toward it, a knot forming in my stomach.

I find Y/N hunched over the toilet, her body trembling with each heave. I kneel beside her, gathering her hair with one hand while rubbing slow circles on her back. "Easy, darling. I'm here."

When the wave passes, she leans against me, drained. I grab a damp washcloth, gently dabbing her face.

"Is this morning sickness or something more?" I ask, studying her pale face with concern.

Y/N shakes her head, her eyes meeting mine. They're filled with fear, confusion, and a trace of shame. "I don't know. Maybe both?"

I help her to her feet, guiding her to the bedroom. Once she's settled on the bed, I sit beside her, taking her hand in mine.

"Talk to me, Y/N. What's going on in that head of yours?"

She takes a shaky breath. "It's just... all of this. The violence, the danger. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but knowing and living it—those are two different things."