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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They say it's not the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop.
It came hard and fast when Yunhee struck something solid, but it was not the painful impact of bone smacking concrete. She was folded in half at an awkward angle, her knees hooked over a bicep while another curled around her back.
'Jesus fucking Christ!' a hoarse voice panted. 'Are you okay?'
When Yunhee's eyes fluttered open, she found herself nose-to-nose with a terror-ridden Jimin.
He'd caught her just in the nick of time, sprinting to the base of the water tank faster than you could say Usain Bolt. Thankful didn't even cut it, but with the relief that her mafioso boyfriend had saved her arse yet again, came a smog of panic and confusion as they stared at each other.
Seconds felt like hours, all sounds lost in the ghastly silence of what had just happened until another bullet caromed off the tank.
Jimin blasphemed and ducked, hurriedly tucking Yunhee beneath the parapet as an alarmed Tae and disgruntled Jin and Joon scurried over to take cover.
'Please tell me that's not who I think it is,' Jimin seethed as Yunhee spared a glance at the water tank.
The stone was still up there, unobtainable as a third bullet flew above their heads and rebounded off the hatch. Someone was stopping them from opening the portal, and it didn't take an astrophysicist to figure out who.
Dread churned in Yunhee's gut as Tae - face stonier than a mausoleum crypt - rose to his haunches to glimpse over the wall.
'Shit,' he spat. 'How the fuck did he find us?'
'Our plan didn't work, then,' Joon said as he peeped over the ledge.
'I told you,' Jin tutted while glaring at Tae. 'You should have sent me to talk to him instead.'
Swayed with a sudden grip of anger, Yunhee scrambled out of Jimin's strong arms to peek over the parapet herself.
It was exactly as she feared.
Six storeys below in the tranquil street, a brigade of armed men filed into the building through the main entrance, while Taehyung - leaning calmly against the bonnet of a black Sudan - toked on a cigarette and tapped a smoking Raptor against his thigh.
'No...' Yunhee's heart seesawed when his icy gaze - tapered and cold - flicked up and locked onto hers.
Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched Taehyung cock his head in a quizzical manner before his morose pout arched into a diabolical smirk and he sent her a taunting wave.
'No, no, no.'
In the midst of the sadistic whispers swooping through air, Yunhee was aware of Jimin shifting to the base of the water tank. He was going for the stone, eager to grab it before they became trapped, but her heart skipped numerous beats when Taehyung released a wicked laugh and angled his Raptor up at the roof.
