Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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Well, this sucked.
Two hours of hanging in his car, bored shitless while glancing from window to window. Even his muscles were beginning to cramp.
Hoseok was contemplating razing the pastel painted abode to the ground for some light entertainment, but Taehyung would toss his backside onto a bonfire if he so much as left a scratch on the people occupying the beach house without his permission.
It was growing tiresome keeping an eye on the place from his undisclosed spot. Jimin, Namjoon and Jin were hardly acting suspicious. Unless reading a book with a brooding brow, drinking black coffee while browsing a phone, or burning food in the kitchen was considered out of the ordinary.
As per usual, Hoseok was following his boss' orders.
Taehyung wanted a report.
The greedy son-of-a-bitch wanted many things. That was why he'd broken into someone's property earlier. He was tempted to root through the heap of personal belongings on the passenger seat that he'd purloined, but Taehyung would no doubt sniff out his curiosity when he finally handed them over.
Hoseok cussed and slid down in his seat. He was ready to leave this picturesque hellhole of an island. He was even prepared to lie to his boss about the goings on inside the house just to assuage him.
Jimin had a desk full of blueprints.
Jimin was building an underground bunker.
Jimin was gathering troops to start World War Three.
Was that what Taehyung wanted to hear? Did he get off on the idea of his enemy challenging him? Why couldn't he just slit the bastard's throat, take Hahm Yunhee, and be done with it?
Griping contemptuously, Hoseok started the engine and threw the car into gear. He was about to pull away, but a flash of red hair bouncing into the smoky kitchen made him slam on the break and shove the stick back into neutral.
It was a woman, laughing joyfully with Jin as they wafted tea-towels at the smoke alarm that had started beeping. Her flame-coloured locks were tangled, and her face was puffy as if she'd just awoken from a nap.
She must have, because Hoseok had not laid eyes on her once during his two-hour stake-out.
Shuffling to the edge of his seat, Hoseok squinted through the windshield to take a closer look.
Holy shit: she was gorgeous. Those virtuous eyes and those succulent lips.
Not only that, it was a face he recognised. A face he'd seen smiling while shopping in Seoul then pierced with fright when he'd launched her into the cargo container. But she hadn't been taken from the masquerade like the others.
No, Hoseok had spotted her a week ago leaving a department store in the city. Her distinct appearance reminded him of a girl he once knew. The recollections of their past had long surpassed bittersweet, turning into rotten memories that resurfaced like the plague whenever he glanced at a redhead.
