a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED]

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Seoul, South Korea

 "Oh, I also got ice cream! You want ice cream?"
Soyeon snickered, giving in at her grandmother's constant asking of whether she wanted to eat something. It made the old woman happy whenever she accepted her offerings and besides, she wouldn't say no to ice cream. "Sure, why not."
Her eyes wandered around then, remembering the main reason she had decided to pay her a visit after only a few days again. "This photo there, where was it taken?" She pointed at a frame hanging next to the tv where a muted news resport was playing.

Her grandmother followed her finger, squinting at it while trying recalling its origin. "Not sure, your grandfather sent it from one of his trips," she recalled then. "Perhaps its written behind the photo."
The younger woman stood up and walked to the frame, carefully taking it from the wall. The reason this photo had caught Soyeon's attention was because of her grandfather posing in front of a big and impressive looking gate she didn't recognise with another man. A friend, she assumed as they were both looking happy.

With a hum she returned to her seat and turned the frame to open it. Only for a piece of paper to fall onto her lap. Her heart beginning racing as she picked it up with curious eyes. Only for her expression to turn puzzled, recognising a row of weird symbols on it.

An arrow with a W.
A square.
A rectangle with a semicircle on top.
A triangle.
An umbrella.
A star.
A keywhole with the word 'oro' written beside it.

Her eyes widened. She didn't know what 'oro' meant, but that keyhole-symbol reminded her of the golden key she'd found behind another photo the previous time. It had been a photo of her grandfather at a temple or palace she didn't recognise either. Just like with this photo now.
Placing the piece of paper aside, she took a better look on the photo. Seeing something being written behind it. The letters had almost faded, but she could still recognise her grandfather's words on it.

'Me and M. at Little South Gate.'

"Grandma? Can I borrow this photo?"
"Hm?" Her grandmother looked up from the bowl she was preparing. "Oh, yes sure, my child. Keep it, if you want."
"No, it's okay. I'll return it soon," she smiled and watched her grandmother going back to the ice cream. Taking her phone out then, she decided to look up what 'oro' meant and also where this Little South Gate was.

And her breath hitched, almost gasping at the translation her phone gave her.

No. Could it be?

Quickly shaking her head, she placed the device down. Even if it was a lead, she couldn't follow it up. She had promised Yoongi not to go look for it alone and she didn't want to ignore his request again considering what had happened the last time.
Her eyes fell at the thought of him. She was worried, wondering if he was doing alright.

How was his weather?

With a wisp of melancholy, she removed her phone case, revealing the polaroid photo inside it. The candid photo of Yoongi taken what felt like an eternity ago. And suddenly, a queasy feeling overcame her. A premonition, a gut feeling. Telling her something bad was about to happen.

And she knew she couldn't just sit there idle anymore.

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3km outside of Kyoto, Japan

"Alright, I see three guards at the gate."
"Another two on the east side."
"And west side."
"At the back?"
"There as well. They wander around every ten minutes, to the point."
"How many inside?"
"Probably another handful."
"If not more."