Park Jimin is tearing his hair out.
His estate has turned into a hotel, and the one man he vowed would never reside under his roof is clogging up his halls and getting on his nerves. The arrival of her enigmatic ex, however, is exactly what Hahm Yun...
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Jimin's feet were rooted to the ground, his jaw tightly clamped as Tae and Yunhee disappeared inside the elevator.
After firing that bullet into the ceiling, he'd watched his girlfriend haul that predatory bastard over her shoulder and knock the wind right out of his black sails. Still, there was little relief in seeing her escape.
Taehyung - wherever he was - would be steaming, and The Dark Energy would not let her go so easily.
She was also wearing the red dress and necklace from her premonition.
If Yunhee didn't make it, if Taehyung caught up with them, he would kill Tae, take her back to Pyeongchang-dong and...
Gritting his teeth, Jimin's eyes darted from pillar to post to look for the man who intended to defile the woman he loved. He had to be somewhere within the building, searching for Yunhee after her candid rejection.
On a mission to locate Taehyung, Jimin whirled around, spotting his right-hand man in the distance as the crowd jostled towards the fire exit.
Jin's patience was evidently wearing thin as he manhandled an obnoxious male aside to get to his boss, but the pair pushed through the mayhem until they eventually met in the centre of the lounge.
'Did it work?' Jin questioned, looking atypically laboured as he rammed his Smith & Wesson into his holster. 'Please tell me they got out.'
'They're in the elevator,' Jimin replied as his eyes analysed every person scarpering to the exit.
Grey suit, too short.
Wrong hair colour, too podgy.
Blue dress, too busty.
'For fuck's sake,' Jimin sighed. 'Where did he go?'
Jin turned his palms over in defeat just as Namjoon wedged his way between two women and careered into his side. 'I can't find the worthless turd anywhere! He must have taken the stairs!'
Jimin's fingers twitched around the handle of his gun.
The thought of Taehyung going after Yunhee made him sick to the stomach, but they were a hundred and twenty-three floors above Seoul. There was no way in hell he could make it down to the lobby before their elevator did.
'Hate to be a killjoy, boss,' Jin uttered while scratching his smooth chin, 'but nothing is certain until we receive confirmation from Tae that they're in the limo.'
'Even then, Yunhee isn't safe,' Namjoon added. 'The limo belongs to Taehyung. If he finds out they're using it to hitch a ride, one call from him, and they'll be taken straight back to Pyeongchang-dong. We can't protect them from here.'
'And in about five minutes, this place is going to swarming with cops who will gladly hand us over to Taehyung for half a buck,' Jin reminded him. 'Getting in was child's play. Getting out...'
