"I built walls to protect myself, but somehow, you slipped through the cracks."

Y/n sat in the backseat of the black sedan, the city lights casting fleeting shadows across her face. Her father's orders echoed in her mind, each word a dagger twisting deeper into her heart.

"You handle him, or he'll handle you."

The car stopped at an unmarked warehouse on the outskirts of the city. As she stepped out, Jihoon was already there, leaning casually against a stack of crates, a cigarette between his fingers.

"You're late," he said, exhaling a plume of smoke. His eyes scanned her face, sharp and calculating. "I was beginning to think you'd run."

Y/n ignored the jab and walked past him. "What's the plan?"

Jihoon smirked, crushing the cigarette under his heel. "Straight to business. I like it. Taehyung's holding a meeting with his inner circle tonight. We intercept."

"And then?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

"And then you finish it," Jihoon said coldly, handing her a sleek pistol.

She hesitated before taking it, the weight of the weapon foreign and heavy in her hand. Jihoon's eyes narrowed.

"Don't tell me you're getting soft," he said, his voice laced with suspicion.

Y/n met his gaze with a glare. "I'm just being careful. If this goes wrong, it's not just me who pays the price."

"Good," Jihoon replied, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Because if you fail, Father won't hesitate to clean up the mess."

★---★

As the night deepened, Y/n found herself crouched in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the entrance of Taehyung's private club. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant hum of traffic.

She knew the routine by heart. Taehyung would arrive alone, his guards stationed discreetly nearby. He was careful, always two steps ahead, but tonight, her family had planned every detail.

And yet, as the moment approached, Y/n's mind was elsewhere-drifting back to the last time she had seen Taehyung up close.

★---★

The memory was vivid, like a wound that refused to heal. They had been face-to-face at a gala months ago, their first meeting since the betrayal.

He had looked different-colder, harder, his eyes carrying the weight of battles fought and wounds endured. But when he saw her, a flicker of something familiar crossed his face.

"Y/n," he had said, his voice a low murmur. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, as though he were confirming to himself that she was real.

She had wanted to speak, to explain, but the words never came. Before she could muster the courage, Jihoon had appeared, his hand clamping onto her arm like a vice.

"Stay away from him," Jihoon had hissed, dragging her away.

That night, she had cried silently in her room, clutching the locket Taehyung had given her years ago.

★---★

A sudden movement pulled her back to the present. Taehyung's car had arrived.

Y/n's breath hitched as he stepped out, his tall frame illuminated briefly by the streetlights. He looked just as she remembered-intense, composed, and heartbreakingly familiar.

He paused, scanning the area as if sensing her presence. Y/n shrank further into the shadows, her fingers tightening around the pistol.

The plan was simple: wait until he was inside, then strike. Yet, as she watched him walk toward the entrance, a part of her wanted to abandon the mission altogether.

"Taehyung..." she whispered under her breath, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and regret.

But before she could act, chaos erupted. A deafening roar shattered the quiet night as an explosion rocked the building. Y/n stumbled, shielding her face from the flying debris.

"Ambush!" a voice shouted, followed by the rapid crack of gunfire.

Her eyes darted to Taehyung, who had dropped to the ground, his guards springing into action. Despite the chaos, he remained calm, his movements precise as he barked orders.

Y/n's heart raced. This wasn't part of the plan.

Jihoon's voice crackled through her earpiece. "Abort! Get out of there now!"

But Y/n didn't move. Her eyes were locked on Taehyung, who was now pinned behind a car, his shoulder bleeding from a stray bullet. Memories of the night he was shot defending her surged back, and without thinking, she moved.

She darted across the street, weaving through the chaos until she was at his side.

"Y/n?" Taehyung's voice was a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Don't talk," she snapped, pressing her hand against his wound to stem the bleeding. "We need to get you out of here."

He stared at her, his dark eyes searching hers for answers. "Why are you here?"

Before she could respond, another wave of gunfire erupted, forcing them to take cover.

"Trust me," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Just this once."

Taehyung hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Together, they moved through the chaos, navigating the danger with an unspoken understanding.

As they reached safety, Y/n felt the weight of her choices crashing down on her. For now, she had saved him. But the question remained: how long could she keep her secrets hidden before everything unraveled?

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