Tae slipped into the shadows, huffing distastefully as the snobbish man across the street glowered at a traffic warden and stomped into the House of Cards.

Nothing had changed.

Every day he lingered, watching Kim Seokjin park his car, enter the building, and depart precisely one hour later for the hills of Pyeongchang-dong.

The wingman's antics were growing inadequate, making his daily effort of hanging around the club futile. To add insult to injury, there was still no trace of the woman he searched for or the Mafia King who'd kidnapped her.

Something in Jin's routine had shifted, though.

The man was meticulous with his timings, but two days ago, he'd surprised Tae by leaving the building fifteen minutes early, and yesterday, he was in and out of the club within half an hour.

The time spent with Namjoon was diminishing, which made Tae question; what had changed?

Checking the time on his phone, Tae leaned against a low wall and kept his chocolate eyes trained on the club door as he counted down the minutes until today's departure.

Every few seconds, his gaze swept the busy street for a shock of frizzy hair and freckled cheeks, but as always, there was no sign of her.

Hahm Yunhee was not your typical beauty, but a beauty she was.

The fierce little female stood out like a sore thumb and Tae was capable of spotting her a mile off. He missed her rare face, her fiery attitude, her crazy mop of locks. He missed the way she scolded him for being a moody arsehole, the way she smiled at him when he kissed her lips and teased her jaw.

Even the disappointment in her eyes when she realised that he was a coward for not telling her the truth.

The chances of Yunhee wanting to pick up where they left off were slim to none, but days upon days of hell had left him partially broken, and he was willing to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness if she ever returned.

Tae knew that it was selfish of him, but he didn't want to spend another day missing her. His life had been barren since she'd vanished, two earth-shattering weeks of going round the bend and fearing her dead.

If only he could find her. Save her. If only he could say how sorry he was.

If only he could go back to the beginning and make it right.

A movement at the club caught his eye, prompting him to check the time. Tae smirked; Jin had just set a new record.

Keeping a close eye on the man, he crept out of the darkness and joined the people roaming the pavement. Jin was heading home, but as Tae walked closer to his car, he caught him scrolling through his phone.

Holding back a fraction, he observed him through the vehicle window, watching in fascination as Jin's face dropped into a heavy frown.

Was he contacting Jimin? As far as he was aware, the big boss had evaporated from sight along with Yunhee, but there was still a chance that the Mafia King was active and holding her at another location.

If that were the case, why hadn't there been a phone call to arrange another exchange? Jimin had been furious when he'd discovered money embezzled from his account and made it perfectly clear he would not release her until the funds were returned.

What other reason would they have to keep Yunhee under lock and key?

Deciding that he'd seen enough for the day, Tae walked briskly to his car and jumped behind the wheel. It was useless remaining in Itaewon. The boys would be waiting for an update, and he needed their opinion on his latest findings.

If anyone could help him shed light on Yunhee's whereabouts, it was Suga, Hobi and Jungkook.

*

Tae's visage was brooding as he stepped into the musty elevator.

Downsizing was not his cup of tea.

He'd always appreciated the finer things in life. Open plan living rooms, deluxe bathrooms, home comforts such as a burning fireplace and ceiling to floor windows. The snazzy apartment in Daechi wasn't a patch on the wealthy house he'd grown up in, but it was a snippet of his former life.

It was also his home. And the first place he'd ever shared with a woman.

Now, he had the misfortune of being stuck in a crummy one bed flat with a minuscule kitchen not fit to microwave two-minute ramen.

It was a far cry from his previous dwelling, but getting caught red-handed by Park Jimin had put his life in danger, leaving him no choice but to pack up and relocate to a smaller residence on the outskirts of Seoul while he searched for Yunhee.

At least some good came of pilfering from Jimin, Tae speculated as the elevator doors enclosed him inside the tiny space.

The stolen funds enabled him to rent a second premises alongside his beloved apartment. Perhaps one day, when things were settled, he could move back to Daechi. For now, he made it his business to avoid the area, only visiting when he needed to grab a few personal items.

The amount of times he'd hoped to see Yunhee sitting on their sofa reading a book and eating corn chips. The amount of times he'd been disappointed to find the place as cold and empty as he'd left it.

Closing his eyes, Tae leaned against the mirrored panel and waited for the lift to reach the fourth floor.

He remembered the afternoon everything began. The party his father held for his sixth birthday, the fancy looking adults hiding their mafia personas behind fake smiles and champagne glasses.

There were no children there, but one little boy sat on a chair, his feet swinging as he flicked dark hair from his crescent eyes.

Park Jimin. The son of Kim Dongjin's nemesis.

It was a star-crossed bond, but a bond, nevertheless. Years of laughter, boyish fights and companionship that had inevitably come to a bitter end. Twelve years of friendship down the drain in the blink of an eye.

The Kim-Park family feud was nothing but a curse. A cruel vine with sharp claws that refused to let go once it gripped you.

Ten years ago, that little boy - then a fully-fledged and very cunning man - had ruined his father to gain power, but to this day, Tae struggled to let it go.

Revenge in the form of embezzlement. A kidnapping in retaliation. An exchange at a warehouse on the banks of the Han River.

Would their thirst for vengeance ever end?

Tae scrunched his brow as he tried to recollect the dreadful events of Yunhee's disappearance.

His mind was foggy in the aftermath, no clearer today than it had been a fortnight ago. He remembered her digging her elbow into Jimin's stomach and running. He'd taken her hand and pulled her towards the door, but then she'd tripped, their fingers parting when she fell.

When he'd spun around, Jimin was upon her. Panic, desperation, and anger consumed Tae when he took cover and watched Yunhee struggle. He'd been ready to dash out from behind the crate, ready to take the bullets flying his way to help her. But then lightning struck, and...

Well, to put it plainly, Jimin and Yunhee had dissolved into thin air.

Tae could only surmise that Jimin had whisked her away. Guilt ate at him for having to flee the scene, but if he'd stayed a second longer, Jin and Namjoon would have overpowered him, leaving him dead and Yunhee in their hands.

If he could fix this mess with a click of his fingers. If he had half the power Park Jimin had.

If fate had smiled down on him that day at the café.

The elevator juddered to a halt and Tae's lashes fluttered open to the murky hallway holding his flat.

Sifting out his key, he ambled along the corridor, stopping outside a grubby russet door in dire need of a lick of paint. The silver-plated "15" hung lifelessly by a rusty screw, slipping further than it had this afternoon.

Shoving the door open, Tae kicked off his shoes and adjusted the 9mm Glock hidden beneath his jacket. The usual office buzz reached his ears as he slurred a greeting to the man occupying the room, his skin crawling as his steely gaze drifted around the messy space.

Floral wallpaper fit for an old lady, a patterned three-seater sofa, dated carpets and a discoloured vintage lamp in the corner.

It was vile, but redecorating was the least of his priorities these days.

Tossing down his key, Tae strolled into the green tiled bathroom and flipped the toilet seat up to empty his bladder. A male voice drifted through the thin wall from the bedroom next door, his tone irritated as he spoke to someone on the phone.

Another hopeless enquiry to the hospital, no doubt.

Flushing the lavatory, Tae rinsed his hands and cut straight to the open kitchenette to grab a bottle of water and take a pew at the dining table.

He observed the cork board hanging in the living room as he drank, the panel riddled with clippings and photos of four familiar faces. There was also a list of contacts; Kim Dongjin's extended "family", and one or two unethical but trustworthy acquaintances of Suga's.

Beneath the board was a brand-new desk, his MacBook, two handsets and a top spec PC filling the space. Jungkook dominated the rest of the surface, his muscular biceps curled around a newspaper laid flat on the workspace as his enormous eyes scanned the fine print.

Tae sniffed, watching the dark-haired man with alabaster skin fastidiously flip the pages.

The kid spent most days trailing the daily headlines, searching for a scrap of news that may lead to Yunhee. Nothing vital had cropped up yet, just like nothing vital had cropped up at the hospital.

Hobi spoke to the infirmary every day, questioning the medical staff, but there were no reports of a person matching her description.

His three good friends, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi (aka Suga), worked their regular nine to five, but came to his apartment every morning and every night to aid in his search.

They knew everything. The embezzlement, the kidnap, the warehouse, and they'd given him hell for it, but still, they showed their faces, working around the clock to help find the woman they all cared for.

Jungkook had been quiet for weeks, the shy, young man who could barely look a girl in the eye keeping his feelings to himself.

Hobi, on the other hand, never shut up. He was always fisting his light brown bangs, his toffee-coloured eyes constantly huge, his mannerism outwardly stressed. He'd also made it perfectly clear that he was pissed off with Tae for his epic wrongdoings.

Go figure.

The outgoing runt was close to Yunhee. He would even go as far as to say the guy was in love with her. How could he complain, though, when Hobi was losing sleep and doing everything in his power to get her back?

Tae appreciated their efforts, including Suga's, a man who spent most of his time scouring the night and speaking to street organisations.

It was a daily operation of over two weeks. It left them depleted and tired, but Tae felt calmer knowing that he had their backs. These men would stop at nothing to locate Yunhee, adamant that she was alive and that Jimin was hiding her somewhere.

'Okay, thanks for your help. I'll call again tomorrow,' Hobi said as he left the bedroom and wrapped up his phone conversation. He acknowledged Tae with a curt nod, but then paused, his youthful face dropping into an aggressive sneer. 'Yes. It will be the same time as always. And?'

Tae snorted as Hobi disconnected the call with a jab of the thumb. 'Anything?'

The question was directed at the irate man, but Jungkook thumped the desk and launched the newspaper aside with a growl. 'Nothing but the same old dribble.'

Of course, it was always nothing. Jimin was a master at covering up his crimes, but the Mafia King's impeccable discretion would not stop them from combing the papers.

Keeping his eyes on Hobi, Tae waited for the man to flop onto the sofa before giving his answer.

'Unless you count a fifty-five-year-old man who threw himself off a bridge last night, and a seventeen-year-old American prostitute with multiple stab wounds? No. Nothing.'

'What about her phone?' Tae queried, taking another swig of water.

'We haven't picked up a location yet,' Jungkook confirmed as he swung around in his seat, 'her phone's still switched off.'

Just like it had been since the day she was kidnapped.

Tae nodded, tapping his long fingers on his plastic bottle as he thought of something else on their never-ending list of assignments.

'What about Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon? Did we obtain either of their numbers, yet?'

Suga was familiar with a gang member named Hyunwoo that worked shifts at the House of Cards. With the right amount of slinking, he could access documents in Jimin's office. Jungkook had been assigned the task of tracing Jin and Namjoon's calls once they'd gotten hold of an itemised record, but it was proving fruitless without their cell numbers.

'Hyunwoo sent their numbers over this afternoon,' Jungkook said casually, 'I managed to pull a few strings with SK Telecom to obtain a record of their calls. The logs I have date back to the ninth of September.'

Tae shot out of his chair at Jungkook's revelation, his eyes widening in annoyance as he slammed his water bottle down. 'What the fuck, JK?'

'Bloody hell,' Hobi shook his head in frustration and headed to the desk, 'you could have told us sooner, idiot.'

'I was about to check them,' Jungkook stuttered as he flicked on the PC monitor and avoided Tae's unwavering glare, 'but today's newspapers came in and I got distracted.'

Tae said nothing more on the matter, the veins in his neck swelling as he slipped on his reading glasses and examined the details displayed on the screen.

Phone numbers, dates, times, and call durations filled the four-page list, but he was looking for one thing only. A number that had been ingrained in his mind since the night Jimin had requested his presence in Gimpo.

The inventories were empty, save for one call to Jimin from Jin's phone on September 12.

'Wasn't that the day of the exchange?' Hobi enquired.

'Yes,' Tae murmured as he triple checked the catalogues. There was nothing else.

'Don't you find it rather odd that Jimin's men haven't contacted him since that day?'

'Unless they've been unable to,' Jungkook threw in as they all stared blankly at the computer screen. 'We haven't seen or heard from Jimin in weeks. Who's to say his men haven't, either?'

Licking his lips, Tae straightened up and mulled the peculiar idea over in his head.

It was possible that Jin and Namjoon were searching for him, too, which meant that his theory on Park Jimin disappearing alongside his girlfriend was true. If that were the case, was Jimin involved in their disappearance? Or was he in as much trouble as Yunhee?

'Oh, my God!' Jungkook blurted in horror. 'Do you think they're both dead- ow!' he whined, nursing the spot on his skull where Hobi had slapped him. 'What was that for?'

'It was for being an insensitive arsehole,' Hobi raged.

Tae removed his glasses and rubbed the two-day stubble darkening his jaw as he blocked out the sound of Hobi grilling Jungkook. He found himself staring at the photos on the cork board, the eyes of Yunhee, Jimin and his comrades mocking him for being unable to figure out the great mystery.

Where the hell are you?

'Sup,' a sombre voice snapped as the apartment door swung open.

A cigarette hung from the lips of the new arrival, the wisps of grey smoke matching the colour of his messy hair.

'Yoongi!' Hobi's jaw slackened as their fourth operation member shut the door with an aggressive kick. 'Since when did you smoke?'

Suga stifled a laugh, taking three quick drags on his cig before extinguishing it on the bottom of his shoe. 'Since three hours ago when I almost got whacked by Beomseok.'

Folding his arms across his chest, Tae gazed at his friend with a questioning brow.

'Long story, kids,' Suga winked as he lobbed his cig butt into the trash can.

Their brutal mouthed sidekick - although mainly harmless - was prone to a scrap or two from time to time. The boys had met in secondary school, but prior to that, Suga had endured a tough childhood fighting for survival in the provinces. 

In pursuit of a better life, he'd steered clear of the crime associations ruling the territories of Seoul. He still had links within the network, however, strong connections that currently worked in their favour.

Beomseok was a gang leader who ruled the hood, a man who'd never seen eye-to-eye with the slight but ferocious Min Yoongi. He'd even dubbed him "Suga" as a teenager in hopes of belittling him.

It hadn't worked.

'What'd I miss?' Suga rolled out his shoulders while his frosty eyes gave Tae the once over. 'You look like shit.'

'Did you come here to lecture me, or give me an update?' Tae challenged as Hobi wandered to the bathroom.

'You need to eat. How are you gonna focus on finding Yunhee if you're not looking after yourself?' Suga wrinkled his nose as he yanked Jungkook from the chair. He perused the call logs on the screen before his brow crumpled in aversion. 'No calls to Jimin since the day they disappeared?'

'Apparently not,' Tae sighed as he perched on the desk, 'and food is the last thing on my mind right now.'

Suga rolled his eyes as he shrugged off his jacket and flung it onto the sofa. Reaching behind him, he pulled a Colt pistol from his trousers and placed it on the table before leaning back to close his eyes and relax.

'Jesus, Yoongi,' Hobi cringed when he emerged from the bathroom, 'seriously?'

'Wanna switch places with me and confront Beomseok?' he disputed without cracking an eyelid. When Hobi's cheeks flushed and he fell silent, Suga cracked an eyelid and smirked. 'Thought not. Why don't you stick to hiding in here and making those phone calls, ey?'

Hobi's face plummeted before his enlarged eyes shot between Tae and Jungkook for help. The dark-haired man - now slouched on the sofa - shrugged in defeat, while Tae rose from the desk to pat him on the back.

'Don't take it to heart,' he smiled. 'You're doing a great job.'

'Thanks,' Hobi mumbled before shuffling into the kitchenette.

Tae's gaze met that of the man chilling in the desk chair, the burning question yet to be asked radiating between them.

Suga sniffed nonchalantly, propping a leg on his knee as he met Tae's intense stare. 'Have you noticed anything odd about Kim Seokjin's behaviour lately while watching the club?'

'Why?' Tae rasped as he stepped closer to his cool and collected friend.

'I heard he's been spending less time there,' Suga said calmly.

'Spit it out, will you,' Tae barked as his heart rate increased, 'what do you know?'

'Before Beomseok grew bored and tried to finish me off, he informed me that one of his guys saw a woman banging on the club door a few nights ago. It was too dark to see her face, but her height and build matched Yunhee's description.'

The air in Tae's lungs lodged in his throat, while Jungkook perked up and Hobi slowly edged into the living room.

'You think that was her?' Jungkook stammered as he gaped at Suga from the sofa.

'Yes,' Suga stated, 'I do.'

'Hang on a minute,' Hobi cut in testily, 'why would Yunhee go back to the club? Surely she'd have gone straight to Tae if she'd managed to escape?'

'It's a really good question,' Tae muttered as his palms edged through his golden-brown hair, 'I've been watching Jin closely. He's usually meticulous, but he's been cutting his time at the club short to rush back to the mansion.'

'Do you think she could be there?' Jungkook asked, chewing on his fingernails as he peeked nervously between his three friends.

'Possibly,' Suga answered as he eased out of his chair, 'but we've had eyes on that house for two weeks. There's been no sign of Yunhee or Jimin.'

'That doesn't mean she isn't there now!' Jungkook argued as he sprang to his feet.

'You think Yunhee escaped wherever she was, and Jin took her back to the mansion or something?' Hobi ventured anxiously.

'I don't know,' Tae groaned, his head beginning to ache from the pressure of the situation as he glanced hopefully at Suga. 'Can you find out more about this woman? Ask around?'

'Yes,' Suga nodded, swiping up his firearm, 'but on one condition.'

One of Tae's eyebrows rocketed as the man tucked his gun under his belt. 'And what's that?'

'You eat some Goddamn food.'

Tae couldn't help it; he cracked a boxy grin, snatching the take-out menu from Hobi when he thrust in his face.

'Deal.'

*

The traffic warden gave Jin a wide berth, but the inept man must have been a sandwich short of a picnic for failing to recognise him every time he dumped his car outside the club.

Imbecile.

Jin brushed the attendant off and strode into the House of Cards. It was late, the building abuzz with life, but he bypassed the busy bar and walked to the end of the corridor until he reached a door marked Private.

It was not the first time he'd visited Jimin's office since taking someone into his care, but Jin was curious to learn if Namjoon had achieved a breakthrough in the whereabouts of their boss.

He also wished to gauge his reaction on the prospect of a vortex.

Christ, this was not going to be easy.

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours of topsy-turvy stories from a woman named Hahm Yunhee who'd decidedly taken a shine to the Mafia King of Seoul in some parallel universe. Jin needed to stock up on the Bourbon because they were going to need more at this rate.

As for Namjoon, was he seriously going to believe anything they told him? Jin had his doubts, which is why he would put the feelers out first and choose his words carefully.

'Evening,' Jin greeted, blinking rapidly as he entered the brightly lit office.

He failed to understand why his associate needed to switch on every light in the room when they had a perfectly adequate desk lamp.

Namjoon grunted a hello from Jimin's desk, not a dimple in sight as his serious eyes focused on the laptop in front of him.

The man looked dapper in his blue wool suit and matching tie, his thick locks slick with gel and swept away from his bronzed face, but Jin read between the smooth lines and sensed his stress.

Dragging a leather tub chair across the floor, he planted it opposite the desk and took a pew.

'How's the novel coming along?' Jin joked. Namjoon carried on typing, a single syllable yet to leave his lips. 'You look like you're under some pressure, Joonie.'

'This shit is a mess.' Namjoon's tortoiseshell glasses bobbed up and down as he wiggled his nose. 'And don't call me that. You know I don't like it.'

'Too sappy for your felonious persona?' Jin smirked.

Namjoon paused and glanced up from his laptop. 'Fuck off.'

Jin chortled, settling more comfortably into his chair. 'Isn't it your job to look after our accounts?'

'Yes,' Namjoon retorted.

'So, technically, it's your mess, despite Jimin's absence.'

Namjoon whipped off his glasses and cast him a pointed stare. 'Did you come here for a reason, Jin?'

'I work here,' Jin countered as he loosened his tie and sank lower into his seat.

With a sullen huff, Namjoon shoved his spectacles back on and resumed his task.

'I've barely seen you lately,' he grumbled as he analysed the screen. 'What's with all the flying visits?'

Needing time to consider his reply, Jin got up and flicked the switch for the ceiling light. The mahogany drawers and bookshelves plunged into a warm ambience before he ambled across the Persian rug and opted to sit on the tanned leather couch next to the fireplace.

'I've had a few...personal matters to deal with at home,' he replied earnestly.

'Oh?' Namjoon stopped typing, his interest piqued, not as a colleague, but as a friend. 'Everything okay?'

Jin's thoughts drifted to the woman occupying the mansion. It was Jimin's home, but he rented a small space within the grounds. Namjoon, however, had an apartment on the other side of the city.

Either way, he was not sure the man would understand his reasons for taking Miss Hahm under his wing after everything that had happened. Not without going into a great amount of detail about alternative realities.

'Everything's dandy.' Jin slanted his head and regarded him across the sumptuous office. 'Any news on Jimin?'

'No,' Namjoon's face darkened as he inhaled sharply through his nose, 'but you know my thoughts on the matter.'

Rubbing his fingers over his mouth, Jin muffled a dry laugh and shook his head in disapproval. 'You really are a pessimistic bastard, you know that?'

'Why else would he disappear for two weeks without a word?' Namjoon's fists curled around the sides of his laptop. 'Jimin would never abandon us unless he was de-'

'Joon,' Jin warned, his jaw tightening as he stared forbiddingly at him, 'he's not dead. Something weird happened that night and-'

'Let me guess,' Namjoon said as he slammed his laptop shut, 'you still think that weird source of light had something to do with their vanishing act, right? I know a helpline for the mentally impaired, if that's of any use to you.'

'I know what I saw, Joon,' Jin's cheeks burned red as he rose from the couch and walked to the desk. He leaned over the polished surface, bringing his face inches from his companion's. 'And I know you saw it, too.'

'You remember what Jimin did to Kim Dongjin and his family, right? Ten years later his son returns to embezzle from our company. Come on, Jin. It's obvious he and Miss Hahm are behind this.'

Namjoon was not budging, which was the precise reason Jin was reluctant to tell him anything to begin. He trusted the man with his life, but he worried that Miss Hahm's story was so outrageous, he'd blame her for Jimin's departure and possibly turn on her.

It had only been a day, but Jin still had a hard time grasping the ins and outs of her bizarre tale.

A vortex? Meeting a bog-standard edition of himself and Namjoon in another world? Growing close to his boss while they'd fought off some psychotic gangster who happened to be Kim Taehyung? And all because their lives had taken a different path?

He honestly couldn't have written it better himself.

The entire situation was a minefield of mayhem, but...Jin believed Miss Hahm.

He saw the portal. Her story parred up with his account, and the conviction in her voice when she spoke of Jimin was not only enough to make him want to help her, but to also protect her like she was one of their own.

'There's a reasonable explanation for anything out of the ordinary,' Namjoon broke into his thoughts. 'The storm, Jin. Lightning struck, and then Kim Taehyung and Miss Hahm used the opportunity to drag Jimin away.'

Whether he meant to or not, Jin scowled and pushed himself off the desk. 'Tae was with us after they disappeared. I highly doubt Miss Hahm hauled Jimin out by herself while her boyfriend fought to get away!'

'They set us up, Jin,' Namjoon glowered. 'What other possible explanation could there be?'

'You honestly think she was involved in Tae's shenanigans? We've checked Miss Hahm's bank account several times. There's been no transfer, no activity, not even a transaction for a new pair of shoes. She has nothing to do with what happened. It was between Jimin and Tae. That's it.'

Namjoon pursed his lips, whisking open his laptop to resume typing with a pissed off countenance. 'Something fishy is going on. And I won't rest until I get to the bottom of it.'

Jin rubbed his temples and threw himself onto the leather sofa, knowing that he was wasting his time with the stubborn man.

His biggest issue was agreeing to let Miss Hahm stay at the mansion. Namjoon was an obstacle he would soon have to tackle, but Jin thought it wise to keep her around if he wanted to locate Jimin.

A part of him also admired the woman, not only for her braveness, but for her wit and humour. She was an oddball filled to the brim with fire, and he'd enjoyed her gabby mouth from day one.

That and her ability to bring Jimin down a peg or two.

Courage aside, the woman had retreated into her shell the second Jin had suggested she contact her ex-boyfriend. It was a potential problem, and one that didn't sit well with him.

'Listen,' Namjoon removed his glasses and dropped his face into his palms.

After a few moments of silence, he lifted his head and wiped his nose. His face had softened, but his eyes swam with an unspoken pain that Jin understood all too well.

'Just because I think the worst, doesn't mean I'm going to give up searching.'

Jin sighed, staring into the unlit fireplace as he considered his friend's words. He knew Namjoon meant well, he just had a mighty fine way of showing it at times.

'Jimin is alive, Joon,' Jin whispered before turning to face the crestfallen man slouching at the desk, 'and we will find him.'

'I know.'

Jin smiled, nodding once before checking his watch and bouncing to his feet.

It had only been fifteen minutes, but he was eager to get back to Pyeongchang-dong and check up on his guest. They needed to have another conversation soon. One that involved the possibility of opening a vortex to another world.

'Gotta run,' Jin said hurriedly as he strolled to the door, 'catch up soon, Joonie.'

Namjoon waved him off.

'Just flick the switch when you go, please. The light in this office is depressing.'

***

Hey guys, just a quick note.

I'm going to try and stick with one universe per chapter, but there may be the odd jump throughout the story.

So what are your thoughts so far?

Is anyone picking up on the similarities between the two Taehyung's?

Love to hear your theories!

Tannie x

July 7th, 2020