Hey, Hahmburgers. I'm not far off completing this run of chapters, the last one is short and sweet and will easily be finished in the next few days. With that in mind, I am going to get this whirlwind of a ball ROLLING. I'll post one a day over the next four days (hopefully I actually finish that last one in time hahha). Fasten your seatbelts ;-D

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'This place is snazzy,' Heiran chirped as a waiter tucked a chair beneath her lilac, chiffon dress.

'Hmm.' Taehyung's imperturbable gaze swept the room while he handed his leather gloves and wool coat to a member of staff.

The eatery was excessively amorous with its chic artwork, candlelight, and linen tablecloths. They'd even draped a fresh bloom of wisteria from the edge of every tabletop so that women cooed when they were shown to their seats.

Despite his suave side-part and black, pinstriped suit, Taehyung was not here to appreciate the romantic charms of the decor, nor woo the glamorous woman tinkering with the hanging flowers. He would enjoy a glass of fine wine, though, while she and Hoseok provided him with an update on his two proteges.

Heiran poured over the a la carte menu as Taehyung took a seat beside his confused comrade. 'What's the matter, Hoseok?'

'A little close for comfort, don't you think, boss?' Hoseok replied, his eyes skittishly zipping around the bustling space.

Taehyung simpered as he picked up a wine list and slipped on his reading glasses.

He was acutely aware that he was playing with fire by choosing a restaurant on the same street as the House of Cards, but he was fond of Itaewon, and being this close to a future investment gave him a sense of control.

'How's your twin faring?' Taehyung enquired, his eyes glued to Hoseok after ordering a Scotch for him, a Malbec for himself, and a piña colada for Heiran.

'The guy's a pussy,' Hoseok stated offendedly. 'Never heard so much fuss in my entire life. Who complains when someone provides them with food?'

Taehyung's luminous grin captured the attention of a passing lady while he removed his glasses, and he graciously bobbed his head as she dashed back to her awaiting husband. 'Try not to frighten the poor man too much.'

'I think I already did when he saw my face,' Hoseok sniggered. 'Why haven't we killed him, yet?'

Taehyung's precautious pupils flicked to Heiran, pleased to see that she was still absorbed in the menu.

The insipid woman had spent the majority of her time away with the fairies, too engrossed in waiting to arrange a date with an old infatuation to realise that he and Hoseok had been working their magic on the sideline.

'Because the man's useful to me,' Taehyung responded nonchalantly. 'Just ensure he is reasonably looked after.'

Their dear friend, Hobi, had been incarcerated at Incheon docks for over a week, but it mattered not that he had seen Hoseok's face. By the time he "escaped", Yunhee and her friends would know that they were here.

'And what about you?' Taehyung directed his line of interrogation to the carefree girl sitting opposite.

Upon hearing the question, Heiran lowered her menu and smiled dreamily. 'I'll have the salmon, please.'

Taehyung rolled his eyes, leaned across the table, and plucked the laminated card from her hand.

'I didn't give you free reign of the city for nothing, Heiran. My good friend here went to the trouble of retrieving your crush's phone number so that you could call him. So, how about we forget the salmon and you tell me when you're going to see him.'

Because he was aching to know what Tae had to say about his relationship with Yunhee.

'I already met up with him,' Heiran deviously licked her lips as she fiddled with the silverware. 'Last night, in fact.'

'Wow,' Hoseok choked as Taehyung's features sank like quicksand.

The dinner fork glinted under the lights when Heiran flipped it over on the table, while he speculated what it would look like implanted in her sinewy neck.

'You informed me that you were going late night shopping,' Taehyung rasped indignantly.

'I didn't want to mention anything about our date in case he rejected me,' Heiran sulked as she sought out another menu to hide behind.

'And did he?'

'Far from it,' she peeked at him mischievously with pink cheeks. 'Tae and I had an amazing night.'

'He fucked you, then,' Taehyung insinuated bluntly as Hoseok concealed a disbelieving smile behind his palm.

'Yes. Hard. He's such a fiend. I could barely breathe with his hands around my throat and his cock filling my-'

'Ugh!' Hoseok protested as Taehyung grimaced and waved her off with a flick of his fingers.

The ridiculous woman was trying to make him jealous, which was a fruitless endeavour. He suspected she was lying anyway; sharing a bed with Kim Taehyung was no easy feat. He would know.

Either way, he didn't give a rat's arse how many cavities his doppelgänger had plundered. He wanted to know what the man had said about Yunhee.

'Goodie for you,' Taehyung drawled icily. 'Where did he take you?'

'For coffee at Dream Bean,' Heiran aired languorously. 'We then went back to his apartment...'

Taehyung wasn't listening, the name of the café eliciting a burst of foggy memories. That elation that came with a stream of gilded hair and green eyes. That fleeting moment of happiness as he admired her distinctive face.

A face that was always forgotten.

Faye...

'Did you know Tae has two places?' Heiran's vivacious voice shattered Taehyung's enamoured thoughts and he was back in the game as if nothing had happened. 'The one he rents is a bit of a dive, to be honest, not very Tae-like at all. The living room was shoddy and looked more like a detective's office inside a police station.'

'What do you mean?' Hoseok asked before Taehyung could.

'Dusty files and paperwork, a cork board filled with photos of handsome men in suits, along with some missing woman that he's been trying to find for weeks. Why didn't you tell me Tae had a girlfriend?'

Taehyung stiffened, his countenance sharp as he whipped his head in her direction.

It was only a matter of time before Heiran discovered the truth. He'd kept Yunhee's existence a secret so that she wouldn't kick up a stink while working with him. Still, it was intriguing to hear that Tae was searching for her.

Did he have any idea that she'd been trapped in a parallel world? Did he know that he had a replica that yearned for her, too?

'It was a need-to-know basis,' Taehyung droned.

'Don't be silly,' Heiran tested his patience by admonishing him like a toddler. 'I obviously needed to know.'

'Well, now you do,' he finalised, loosening the collar of his shirt as their drinks were served. Taehyung swiped up his Malbec, too preoccupied to savour the earthy tones as it rinsed his throat. 'What else did he talk about?'

'His past relationship with Park Jimin.'

Yes, that was an encounter that he'd suffered first-hand. 'I want to know what he had to say about his relationship with Yunhee.'

'Why? Do you fancy her, too?' Heiran giggled as she popped her lips around her straw and sucked up her piña colada. 'Oh! I guess you would. You and Tae are the same person!'

'Heiran...' Hoseok warned with his whiskey halfway to his mouth.

'Okay, okay, sheesh,' the woman reasoned before slurping her cocktail and placing it down. 'Tae seemed pretty cut up. He blames himself for their split and told me he made some lovey-dovey promise and feels guilty because he broke it. A promise,' she sniffed, 'sounds pathetic if you ask me.'

'I didn't ask you,' Taehyung snapped as he ingested the news.

How could Yunhee walk away before their first anniversary? He did not condone the fool's secrets and lies, but if they'd made a pledge, she should have remained by her boyfriend's side.

It wasn't Tae's fault that he'd been pushed into embezzling from his enemy's club. It was Jimin's for ruining his life ten years ago.

'What else?' Taehyung beseeched as he agitatedly swilled his wine.

'He wouldn't tell me much, but I think her disappearance is connected to Park Jimin. I also think she went with him willingly. Meaning, she likes Jimin, and Jimin likes her.'

'You're not capable of thinking,' Hoseok muttered as Taehyung made a mental note to look into the laws of homicide in his new domain.

If he didn't require the tedious female to amass personal information from his doppelgänger, he'd have blithely added her blood to his penthouse walls when they returned.

'So, what have I missed while on vacation?' Hoseok queried to sway his boss from murder. 'Did you gain access to his bank account yet?'

Taehyung did not miss the way Heiran's interest suddenly piqued, and so he sent her an amiable wink while confiscating her delicious cocktail. 'Darling, your lipstick's smudged.'

'It is?' Right on cue, Heiran sprang to her heeled toes. 'Excuse me, I'll be right back.'

Hoseok chuckled, his cold eyes fastened to her pastel dress as she flew towards the bathroom. Taehyung knew what he was thinking; he'd love to smear that red gloss around her botox-puckered mouth with his cock.

Too bad he was prohibited from touching her; Lee Heiran could really use a gag.

'It was easy to deposit the money and request a bank card once I took his passport,' Taehyung explained once he had Hoseok's attention again.

'Do you think he suspects anything?'

'Undoubtedly,' he purred and sipped his Malbec, 'the transaction for the shipping container will be visible on his statement. We've also been playing a game of tug of war with the bank card recently. Too bad he's reached the limit and is barred from requesting a new one for four weeks.'

'So, you literally hold all the cards, boss,' Hoseok snickered cockily over the rim of his glass.

'Literally.'

'And the club?'

Taehyung adjusted his double-breasted waistcoat and crossed one leg over his knee.

'I opened an account for the House of Cards this morning. It's simply a case of switching the bank details. I have a meeting with Jimin's solicitor in three days to update the company specifics and name of ownership.'

'Jimin's men will be a trifle out of sorts when they find out,' Hoseok chortled. 'Do you still intend to take the mansion?'

'In good time, yes,' Taehyung clarified arrogantly, 'the property will need to be on the market to acquire it, which will happen automatically once his death certificate reaches the estate agent. I'll also require more funds for the purchase, but cash can be obtained through business once the club is up and running.'

Additional extortion and money laundering would be most rewarding, and he was looking forward to setting up new networks with familiar faces. He'd already touched base with Ji Changwook, a leading cartel participant who trafficked drugs through the backdoor of his father's casino.

Taehyung, however, was not interested in striking up a bargain with the man yet. The email he'd sent was on Jimin's behalf, requesting a meeting on the pretence of a potential deal. That would certainly stir up a hornet's nest for the mob crew when they recognised the location.

Jimin dealt with bribery only. He'd want to steer clear of Mr. Ji and his violent squad of reprobates. The unhinged Changwook, on the other hand, would not take kindly to a no show, and would retaliate with threats that could not be ignored.

If luck were on his side, the diversion would come when he and Yunhee were ready to leave.

'How is she?' Taehyung murmured as his focus drifted to the woman who frequently vanquished his thoughts.

The filthy leer on Hoseok's face told him what was to come before the comments could leave his grimy mouth. 'Yunhee is as lovely as ever. We've settled in together this past week, and staying with her has given me the opportunity to see what she looks like underneath those oversized clothes-'

'Hoseok,' Taehyung clipped in a tone commanding enough to silence the chinking cutlery. 'I placed you under that roof to talk her into communicating with Tae. I warned you what would happen if you touched her. Keep those urges of yours in check.'

Hoseok sneered, but bit back a retort and nodded obediently. 'Miss Hahm is well and comfortable at the beach house.'

'Better,' Taehyung rumbled darkly as a burst of lavender sailed back to the table and took a seat.

'Miss Hahm?' Heiran scoffed while realigning her frock around her cleavage. 'I recognise that name from Tae's cork board. Isn't that Yunhee? I thought she was missing. Why is she at some beach house with Hoseok when Tae is looking for her?'

Taehyung's wrathful eyes were hardheartedly unforgiving. Fortunately for Heiran, a waitress sidled to their table to take their order. Fillet steak and Lyonnaise potatoes for Hoseok, pink salmon with grilled asparagus for Heiran, and another glass of Malbec for himself.

The Mafia King was in no mood to eat tonight.

'She's still reluctant to see him...' Hoseok braved as Taehyung contemplated lighting a cigarette to soothe his nerves. It was either that or burn a hole in his companion's palm for failing to do his job.

'Then, you'd better convince her that it's in her best interest to do so.'

If Yunhee and Tae did not reconcile, trading places with him would be ineffectual. It was imperative for them to be on good terms so that she was comfortable in his presence.

Over time, when she was ready to accept her fate, he would unveil his true identity. And if all else failed - if she refused him - he would use his hostage and her grandmother's diary to convince her otherwise.

'And what about me?' Heiran questioned fretfully.

'What about you?' Taehyung countered in a bored tone.

'I mean, why go to all the trouble of setting me up with Tae if you want Yunhee to talk to him? Why am I even here?'

Good gracious, Taehyung mused as he watched Heiran slump in her seat. Did the strumpet really believe that she was going to get her happily ever after with her treasured Tae? Her purpose was to help him and do exactly as she was told.

Nothing more.

'You're here because you want to be with me, remember?' Taehyung manipulated compellingly. 'When the time is right, you'll use your charms to lure him in so that I can take his place. Once we have him, you're free to do what you will.'

'Oh, so like, I get to be with the other Tae, while you run off into the sunset with Yunhee, right?'

'Sunset,' Hoseok snorted, 'more like vortex.'

'Precisely,' Taehyung lied with a crooked smile. Heiran would not get within an inch of him when he was done. He planned to keep Tae close because he was going to require his assistance in getting to know Yunhee. 'Tell me about Seokjin. Is he going to be a problem?'

Hoseok picked up his steak knife, inspecting the serrated edge with an aggravated brow; his right-hand man was clearly displeased with the bodyguard staying at the beach house.

'It's difficult to say,' he began. 'I can't decide if the pompous bastard suspects me, or if he just doesn't like me. After a rocky start, I've taken extra care not to blow my cover, but he insists on hanging around like a scab on the arse of humanity.'

Taehyung hummed in disapproval, perturbed with the news that Jimin's second in command would not leave Yunhee's side. Seokjin was shrewd, trained, and skilled, a potential chink in his plans that would eventually need to be eradicated.

'Miss Hahm told me something interesting the other day.'

Hoseok's proclamation secured Taeyhung's attention, and he waited for the waitress to deliver their second round of beverages before saying, 'Go on.'

'It appears that Seokjin and the little lady have been researching ways to open the vortex. They have a theory that it can be opened by using one of Aristotle's four elements of matter.'

'Interesting,' Taehyung uttered as Heiran resignedly toyed with her fluorescent straw.

He was familiar with the historic theory. The ancient Greeks believed that the planet was made up of four elements: earth, water, air and fire.

Was it feasible for the lightning to produce enough heat to open the portal? And what of water? Is that why Yunhee and Seokjin had lugged those bottles in and out of the warehouse last week?

The material was noteworthy, but there were other aspects that did not fit the puzzle. The night he'd stumbled across the spectacle of light, for example. There'd been no trace of a storm, not a spark of electricity nor gust of wind.

'Something wanted me to find it...' Taehyung whispered.

'Huh?' Hoseok blinked, but Taehyung was lost in his own world as he mulled over the possibilities.

Yes, something wanted him to find the vortex. Something darker.

He'd felt its existence that evening, a formidable force working in his favour. The same force he'd felt when they'd tried to remove the stone. But something had stopped them from touching it.

Taehyung straightened in his seat and linked his fingers under his chin as he stared off over Heiran's shoulder.

Were there two powers at play?

'So, anyway, as I was saying,' Hoseok coughed, 'I think Jimin may be onto these elements, too. He managed to get a message to Miss Hahm.'

'What do you mean a message?' Taehyung instantaneously bristled.

'She said she got some note from Jimin. She was going to show me before Seokjin stopped her, but I dug it out of her hoodie while she was sleeping. It said "I'm coming for you, Little"-'

'Enough,' Taehyung barked.

No wonder Yunhee wouldn't speak to her ex. That cunning sap Park Jimin was keeping her sweet from another universe. Perhaps he should have stuck that twelve-centimetre letter opener in his love-sick heart when he was trussed up and on hallucinogens.

The waitress reappeared, supplying Heiran with her succulent salmon and Hoseok with his juicy steak.

The woman moaned in approval, while the latter picked up his cutlery and cut into the rare meat, but Taehyung reached across the table and snatched the fork from his grip before the mouth-watering food could reach his mouth.

'You're leaving,' he ordered, tossing the utensil down and staining the white linen. 'Now.'

No further instruction was necessary; Hoseok understood where he needed to be, but it did not stop the glower of aversion as he chucked down his knife and scraped back his chair.

'Fine,' he spat while throwing on his jacket, 'I'll pick up some food for me and Yunhee en route.'

'Do I need to leave, too?' Heiran gaped as Taehyung glared at Hoseok for the brazen dig.

'No, you will stay and eat your salmon,' he scraped, his fiery irises drilling into his comrade as he spoke. 'Remember what I said, Hoseok. Keep your hands off her. This is your last warning.'

*

'Jiminy Cricket!' Jin complained as he stepped out of the House of Cards and buttoned up his coat. 'It's chilly enough to freeze a guy's bollocks off.'

He'd never been a fan of the cold, hence his griping whenever Yunhee dragged him out onto the patio to eat. The pea-sized wench, who he doted upon more than he cared to admit, was at the beach house helping Hobi cook a hazardous dinner, and so he was eager to return to make sure no one had been slain.

Jin was reluctant to leave them alone in the first place, but the suspicious email Namjoon had received pertaining to a liaison in Ganeung-dong could not be ignored. The date of the meeting loomed, and he felt it necessary to visit the club to speak with Namjoon in person.

After hearing no more from whom they presumed to be Ji Changwook, the duo agreed to wait out the inevitable in hopes that Jimin would shortly return.

Naturally, Namjoon had pestered him about their boss' absence and how he'd gotten on in Daegu "redecorating" for his mother, but Jin could provide him with little details and thought it best to take his leave sooner rather than later.

There was still no sign of Jimin. It had been way too long since they'd trialled their element theory, and all he could think about was heading back to the warehouse to have a crack at digging up the stone.

Regrettably, time had been stolen, and the past eight days had flown while he worked remote, and Yunhee became distracted with their happy-go-lucky guest.

Hobi.

The man was a riddle that left Jin conflicted. Since his unexpected arrival, he'd undeniably taken a hint and brought his pig-headedness down a notch. Hobi was now acting more like the sweet and caring friend who'd travelled to the estate to first talk to Yunhee.

That didn't mean for one moment that Jin trusted the guy.

Snarling in discontentment, he shoved his fingers deep into his pockets and hustled towards his parked car.

If it really was Hobi, why hadn't he been in contact with any of his buddies? Where were the phone calls to Tae or Suga or even that boneheaded idiot, Jeon Jungkook? Weren't good friends supposed to communicate?

'Mr. Kim?'

Jin's leather shoes came to an abrupt halt and his fingers instinctively grazed the gun at his waist.

He'd recognise that deep, rich cadence anywhere.

Keeping his hand on his weapon, Jin slowly pivoted around, unsurprised when he came face-to-face with none other than Kim Taehyung.

Or as Yunhee liked to call him: Tae.

There had been many occasions over the years where Jin had found himself in the middle of a Mexican standoff, and he wondered - as he looked at the shameless man who'd relaunched their war and ultimately sent his boss on a journey across the universe - if he was about to encounter another.

There was not a trace of intimidation on Tae's handsome features, his frame inflexibly confident, his lips pulled into a strip of determination. But his ragged clothing told a different story, creased and unkempt, along with a pair of tired eyes that swam with questions and drowned in an ocean of pain.

'Evening,' Jin kept his cool as he retracted his hand from his firearm. 'Was there something you needed?'

He knew perfectly well what he needed. Tae was at the end of his tether because Yunhee had yet to tell him the truth.

'We need to talk.' Tae left little room for argument as he eyeballed him courageously.

'We do?' Jin quirked a brow. It was not in his nature to succumb to orders, despite the little shit being correct.

'Don't play dumb with me, Seokjin. I know Yunhee's staying with you.'

'Do you, now?' Jin refuted sarcastically, unable to back down. Yes, this was definitely a standoff of sorts. 'If you really must know, Yunhee is well. She has some good people around her.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' Tae hissed aggressively.

'You know what it means, you crafty little turd,' Jin snapped, his protectiveness for Yunhee spewing out as he loomed above him. He had zero tolerance for the lies this man had vomited over the months. 'You have a lot to work on if you think she's going to come running back to you any time soon.'

'Is that what all this is about?' Tae guffawed. 'She's avoiding me because I kept the truth from her? Don't I at least deserve the chance to explain myself?'

He did. Jin knew he did, but this was not just about Tae's shortcomings. This was about Taehyung and the terror he'd instilled in her. A heartache that could only come from Yunhee.

'I want to know where Jimin is.'

Jin's face darkened and he sealed off whatever space was left between them. 'That's none of your business.'

'Yunhee's my business, though, and I know that bastard has everything to do with why she won't leave your side!'

Jin closed his eyes and released a prolonged sigh, desperately trying to uphold his guard.

A small segment of him felt sorry for the guy. Tae knew nothing about the vortex, what had happened to Yunhee on the other side, nor the dangers that lay ahead and the barriers they may have to jump.

Still, it was not his place to tell him.

'You know nothing,' Jin whispered, opening his eyes to an incredibly angry Tae.

'I know nothing because you lot choose to tell me nothing. I don't know what you're playing at, but I get the impression you're trying to set me up for a fall, so why don't you cut the crap and tell me what it is you want.'

'What the heck are you talking about?' Jin laughed, creating some distance before he lost his rag and tupped his flawless nose.

'My bank account, Jin!' Tae's temper flew out of Itaewon, his voice rising a decibel as he prodded an unwelcomed finger in the centre of his chest. 'An obscene amount of money deposited, a transaction made to a company I've never even heard of, my cards getting cancelled. Oh, and a missing passport-'

'What?' Jin blustered, his dark brows folding in as a sense of dread smacked him harder than Park Jimin's right hook.

From the sounds of it, some duplicitous son-of-a-bitch was trying to wheedle their way into Tae's life. Jin knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was not Jimin, and under different circumstances, would have kicked Tae aside and bid him adieu, but something in his recent misfortune struck a chord.

Those calamities were unbelievably fishy...

'If you're trying to imply that Jimin is behind this, I can assure you he's not-'

'Why don't you ask your boss to show his face so I can ask him myself?' Tae seethed, his upset seeping through the fissures of his bravery. 'Ask him, Jin! Ask him so we can finish this fucking feud once and for all!'

'I can't!' Jin cried, the crack in his voice catching them both by surprise. 'I can't because he's...'

Tae's face softened, his worn trainers trudging closer as if he were somehow afraid to venture into the unknown.

'Look, I know we're enemies, but I care about Yunhee, and for some bizarre reason, I think you care about her, too. I just...I just want to know if she's okay. I need to know. I want to help.'

'I understand that. Maybe in time, when she's ready...' Jin squared his shoulders to get himself in check and cleared his throat. 'What about your friends?'

'Jungkook's worried sick, Suga's adamant that it's not Jimin, and Hobi...well, I don't know because now he's vanished from the face of the planet. Things are really fucking weird, Jin. I can't get in touch with him. I tried to call Yunhee half an hour ago to ask if she'd heard anything, but her phone was switched off-'

'You don't know where Hobi is?' Jin inhaled sharply as a series of alarm bells went off in his head.

He was already backing away, shakily fishing his car key from his coat pocket.

Somewhere in the back of his overwrought brain, Jin knew that he should enlighten Tae on Hobi's whereabouts, but it was at that precise moment that everything fell horribly into place.

The transaction. The cancelled bank cards. The missing passport. Hobi's sudden appearance and peculiar behaviour.

It wasn't Tae's missing friend at the beach house. It was Hoseok. And Yunhee's phone was dead after he'd specifically instructed her not to turn it off?

'If you'll excuse me,' Jin stuttered as Tae's face scrunched up in confusion. 'I...I have to go.'

'Jin, wait,' he growled, 'we're not done yet!'

Jin swivelled around before the helpless man could protest any further, making a fast getaway to his car while dialling Yunhee to see if she would answer. The call went straight to voicemail, and he cursed, trying her again as his guarded eyes scanned the vicinity for any signs of danger.

What he saw made his heart stop.

There, on the other side of the street leaving an upmarket restaurant with a familiarly modish girl, was Kim Taehyung.

Baffled, Jin whirled around, double checking that he wasn't going mad by searching for the one he had spoken to only moments ago. Tae was there, his shoulders tense as he strode in the opposite direction, completely oblivious to what could only be his minacious doppelgänger several metres away.

'Holy fucking shit,' Jin wheezed, the blood rushing to his head as he glanced towards the eatery once again.

It was Kim Taehyung alright, but a Mafia King through and through who carried himself with so much authority it made Park Jimin look like a welp. His chiselled jaw was held high in the air as he brushed down an impeccable outfit that only the wealthy could afford. His hair, three shades darker, swept aside to define an attractive face with a sinister edge.

It was the pink scar that gave Jin chills, though. A scar he'd envisioned many times since Yunhee had described in detail what she'd done to defend herself against the tyrant.

How could he have been such an inconceivable fool? Why didn't he trust his instincts from the get-go? The only reason Yunhee remained unharmed was because he'd been by her side every waking hour.

And he'd left her alone with Hoseok to investigate a dubious email...

Jin could barely breathe as he scrambled into his car, started the engine, and whacked his foot on the gas. He saw Taehyung lift his head as he burned rubber past the restaurant, a curious glint in his eye as he observed the speeding vehicle.

The temptation to mow him over was difficult to resist, but Jin had made a vow to protect Yunhee with his life. He had to get back to the beach house before anything happened to her.

He had to get back so that he could rip Hoseok limb from limb.

***

18th March 2021