Author's POV,
Jimin composed a text to Jeongyeon, his fingertips dancing over the screen with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He carefully crafted his message, seeking the right words to convey the seriousness of the upcoming conversation. His heart raced as he expressed his desire to meet her over the weekend, hoping to share the truth about what had transpired the day before. The message carried a sense of urgency, a plea for understanding in the face of difficult revelations.
Jeongyeon's reply buzzed on Jimin's phone screen, her words masking the clandestine nature of her plans. Unaware of the secret dealings, Jimin felt a pang of disappointment but respected her commitment to family business. Little did he know, behind her polite refusal lay a world of hidden agendas and shadows, a reality that was carefully shielded from his knowledge.
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In the dim glow of her bedroom, Sunday evening settled over Jeongyeon like a heavy cloak. The room was filled with a sense of purpose as she meticulously prepared for the transaction her father had entrusted to her. Her hands moved with practiced precision, selecting a tailored outfit that blended sophistication with functionality, concealing an arsenal of concealed weapons beneath the elegant facade.
The room was filled with the faint scent of gun oil as she checked her weapons, ensuring each one was cleaned and loaded. Her eyes, usually warm, were now focused and sharp, reflecting the determination that burned within her. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she fastened a holster, the leather cool against her skin, a reminder of the dangerous world she was about to step into.
With every movement, she exuded a quiet confidence, a silent understanding of the risks and challenges that lay ahead. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze was unwavering, her expression a mix of steely resolve and silent determination. Jeongyeon was ready to face the shadows, armed not just with weapons, but with the strength of her conviction.
After a while she arrived at the desolate pier, flanked by her loyal men, emanating an aura of command and authority. dressed in an ensemble that balanced elegance with functionality. She wore a tailored black coat that billowed slightly in the night breeze, giving her an air of mysterious sophistication. Underneath, she donned a fitted black dress that allowed for easy movement, its fabric soft against her skin but resilient, concealing the weaponry she carried with expertise.Her choice of footwear was practical yet stylish – knee-high black boots with sturdy soles that provided silent steps on the gravelly ground. Around her waist, a sleek belt held various pockets and holsters, each strategically placed for quick access to her arsenal. The dim light caught the glint of metal as she moved, a subtle reminder of the concealed danger she carried. Her hair, usually cascading down her back, was tied into a sleek ponytail, accentuating the determined lines of her face. Her eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the surroundings with a keen awareness, ready for any unexpected threat. Despite the danger that loomed, she carried herself with a quiet confidence, her attire reflecting not just her role in the clandestine meeting but also her readiness to navigate the murky waters of the underworld..
Jungkook's eyes widened with surprise as he monitored the CCTV feed, catching sight of his sister, Jeongyeon, making her way to the secluded area. His expression shifted from astonishment to a subtle mix of concern and pride. He had always admired her courage and determination, but seeing her in action, commanding the shadows with such grace, filled him with a newfound sense of respect.Silently observing from his concealed vantage point, he couldn't help but marvel at her poise and confidence. Despite the danger that loomed around them, Jeongyeon's presence was unwavering, her every move calculated and deliberate. Jungkook felt a surge of protective instinct, a desire to shield his sister from the risks of their clandestine world.
Yet, mingled with his concern was a deep sense of pride. Jeongyeon, his sister, stood tall amidst the shadows, a testament to her strength and resilience. He knew that she was more than capable of handling the challenges that lay ahead, but the brotherly worry never truly faded.
Then Jk silently curse as he dialled Jimin's number.
He whispering urgently into the phone. Hyung , it's Jk. Listen, noona is involved in our family's dangerous transaction tonight. I need you to be aware and stay on high alert.
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