You have to be the strongest in your weakest moments.

[A/N: Play the song attached.]

🔞Mature🔞

"Taehyung, target the red dot," Sri instructed her husband. Taehyung put in his safety earplugs and raised the gun, focusing on the target before squeezing the trigger.

The shot landed perfectly on the mark, and a satisfied smile spread across the Gangster's face. "Well done. You learn fast."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, lowering the gun. "Thanks, but I'm not using this for real. My hand hurts already."

Sri flashed him a grin. "Just promise me you'll know how to defend yourself if the time ever comes."

Taehyung nodded, reaching for the knife on the table. He swung it with less precision than he had in surgery, and Sri dodged easily. "More accuracy!" she coached, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Though Taehyung had used knives countless times as a doctor, wielding one as a weapon was another matter entirely. His movements were cautious but quick, and he soon found an opening, pressing the blade lightly to her throat. "Dead," he murmured with a slight grin.

Sri smirked, stepping back. "Much better. At this rate, you'll be turning from a doctor to a gangster."

He chuckled, placing the knife aside, aware that she was only humoring him. In a real fight, he wouldn't stand a chance. But when she cracked her knuckles, he mirrored her, and they exchanged challenging glances.

Taehyung lunged forward, but Sri sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a swift punch that landed squarely. He staggered back, falling to the ground, but got up quickly, launching another attack. Sri caught his wrist mid-air, but he spun her around, pulling her close. This time, it wasn't an aggressive move; instead, he wrapped his arms around her in a lustful embrace.

Inhaling her familiar scent, he purred into her ear, "Let's play dirty."

The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "As you wish, Doctor",  she whispered, her smirk widening before she launched a high kick. Taehyung dodged at the last moment, then captured both her wrists, pulling her in so that their chests collided.

"Let go," she whispered, but her gaze was locked on his deep and dark icicles.

A playful smile danced on Taehyung's lips before he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Sri responded instantly, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. Their kiss grew deeper, more fervent, as they shared breath and heat, lost in each other. The intensity sent waves of electricity through her, her pulse racing. No matter how many times they kissed, each time felt fresh and thrilling, as though it was the first time all over again.

Taehyung's hands slid under her shirt, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with practiced ease. As the fabric slipped down her waist, he cupped her breasts gently, his fingers cold against her heated skin. His lips left hers to trail down her neck, pressing kisses that made her heart skip. She tilted her head back, sighing, as her hands found his belt, unbuckling it with eager fingers.

Taehyung quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. Sri didn't hold back, marking his skin with kisses, each one leaving a dark bruise against his pale flesh. Each brush of her lips sent sparks through him, a rush of pleasure that was both exhilarating and grounding.

"Besides love and trust, purple reminds me of hickeys," she teased, remembering that purple was his favorite color.

"And apart from blood, red also symbolizes love and passion," he replied, hinting at her fondness for red. She giggled, pressing another kiss to his chest.

Soon, their clothes lay discarded in a corner of the cave, and the cool stone floor felt rough against her skin, contrasting with her warmth. Taehyung gazed at her, his eyes softening. Her body bore signs of her battles—scars, cuts, a bullet wound over her heart—each one a mark of her past, the beginning of their story. He traced a gentle finger over the scar on her left chest, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You're so imperfectly gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion before he leaned down to kiss her, each touch a tender declaration of his love.

Sri wiped the sweat from her brow and adjusted her dress. Taehyung was sprawled on the ground, still catching his breath. He looked up at her, a hint of concern in his tired gaze. "Where are you going?" he asked with curiosity.

"Important business." She loaded her gun with a smirk, checking the clip.

Taehyung immediately stood up, alarmed. "You mean dangerous business?"

Sri flashed him a knowing smile, tying her hair back. She stepped closer and placed a quick, reassuring kiss on his lips. "Trust me on this one. We don't have much time left. Stay here until I'm back."

He crossed his arms, his expression hardening. "One hour. That's all I give you. If you're not back in one hour, I'm coming for you."

Sri rolled her eyes, exhaling. "Two hours."

"One hour," he repeated firmly, arms still folded.

Sri let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. One hour."

Commissioner Jung Hoseok was immersed in studying a case file in his office when a sudden commotion outside his door caught his attention. The hallway was alive with hurried footsteps and hushed voices. Curiosity piqued, he stood and stepped outside to find a cluster of officers gathered at the station's entrance, speaking in hushed urgency.

"What's going on?" Hoseok asked, his voice commanding the attention of the group.

Officer Soobin quickly snapped to a salute before explaining, "Sir, a car just pulled up and dropped several unconscious men outside the station. Upon checking, we identified them as wanted criminals."

Hoseok's brows knit together in confusion, and he stepped forward to survey the scene himself. Five men lay on the ground, each battered and bruised. Some showed signs of gunshot wounds, and all bore the scars of a vicious beating. A brief scan of their faces and he recognized them immediately—they were known offenders, wanted for various crimes ranging from theft and robbery to assault and even rape.

"Do we have any idea who did this?" he questioned, a note of suspicion creeping into his voice.

Beomgyu, another officer, shook his head. "We couldn't see the driver's face, sir. They disappeared before anyone got a good look."

"Check the CCTV footage and get the car's license plate number," Hoseok instructed firmly. He motioned to the criminals on the ground. "Have them treated immediately, then lock them up in the cells." His mind swirled with questions as he returned to his office, the case file now forgotten.

The situation didn't add up. Who would go through the trouble of capturing wanted criminals just to dump them outside a police station? The level of force used on the men suggested a group with power and a vendetta, but why help the police by delivering these criminals? His mind flickered to the Titans and their elusive leader, Jeon Jungkook. Though the Titans were known to control the underworld, Jungkook had kept his distance from law enforcement for years, operating in the shadows without provoking the police.

Perhaps something had changed. Was this a signal, or a twisted attempt to gain favor? Hoseok's thoughts ran in circles, each theory more convoluted than the last, leaving him only with an unsettling suspicion and more unanswered questions.

Taehyung paced around the dimly lit cave, nerves on edge. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity, and with only ten minutes left until his wife's one-hour limit was up, his anxiety spiked. He clenched his fists, trying to maintain his composure, but his gaze kept darting to the entrance, heart pounding.

A shuffling sound from the shadows caught his attention. He called out, "Sri?" His voice echoed, but there was no response. He knew then that this wasn't her; she would've replied. Tension crept down his spine as he picked up a knife, eyes scanning the dark entrance.

"Show yourself!" he demanded, pressing his back against the cold stone wall.

A figure finally emerged, a bearded man with a wicked smirk, holding a knife at his side. "Are you alone?" the man sneered.

Taehyung gritted his teeth, refusing to show any fear. "Who are you?!"

The intruder ignored him, chuckling darkly. "Thought I'd bring my boss two heads. Seems there's only one here."

Taehyung's pulse quickened, but he steadied his voice. "Leave, if you value your life!" He kept his face resolute, though he felt a surge of panic. He was used to his wife's gang world, but he'd never been targeted directly—especially not alone.

The man's expression twisted, and he lunged. Taehyung dodged, but his own knife slipped from his grasp. Panic flooded his chest, but he forced himself to focus, watching as his enemy grinned wider, amused. "Come on, don't make this hard. Let me finish you off," the intruder sneered, swinging the knife again. Taehyung barely managed to dodge the blade, its edge grazing inches from his face.

Desperation kicked in as they struggled, rolling on the cold cave floor. In a violent scramble, Taehyung found himself pinned to the stone, his attacker looming over him with a menacing glint in his eyes. The man raised his knife, ready to strike.

"That little brat's just like you—worthless!" the man spat, a snarl twisting his features. Rage flared in Taehyung, and he threw a punch that landed squarely on the attacker's face, knocking him back as he rolled on top.

"Don't you dare speak about my daughter!" he growled, his voice low and deadly, his dark gaze fixed on the man below him.

The intruder laughed, blood trickling from his lip. "Or what?"

"Or I will personally shut the living daylights out of you," Taehyung snarled.

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