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The night after the tense meeting with Taehyung, Jimin couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled deep within him. The weight of what they were about to do pressed down on his chest, but the one thing that kept him going was the belief that he wasn't alone anymore. Jungkook was by his side—completely, unwaveringly. That gave him strength.
But that didn't mean Jimin was ready for what came next.
It was early in the morning when Jimin got a call from Jungkook. His voice, usually calm and collected, carried an edge of urgency that immediately set Jimin's heart racing.
"Meet me Now ,Taehyung find something."
Jimin wasted no time. He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door. The cold air hit him like a slap, but he barely noticed as he hailed a cab, his mind racing.
When he arrived at the designated location—an inconspicuous coffee shop on the edge of town—he spotted Jungkook immediately. He was standing by the window, hands in his pockets, his face drawn with a seriousness that Jimin hadn't seen before.
Without a word, Jungkook led him outside and into a nearby alley. The air was thick with tension.
"What's going on?" Jimin asked, his voice edged with frustration.
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder, making sure they weren't being watched. "We need to meet Taehyung,he found something—something big."
his body tense, his mind still reeling from the fallout of the news. He could barely focus on the details, but he knew one thing: they were making progress, but it was fragile.
They go to taehyung private working place, when they enter the building, in living room taehyung was already there with files.
"Taehyung?" Jimin asked, his voice clipped. "What did you find?"
Taehyung, sitting back in his chair, placed a folder on the table. "Ms. Hae isn't just an investor, Jimin. She's been orchestrating a much bigger operation, one that involves several top officials from multiple governments. The stakes are even higher than we thought."
Jimin's mind raced. "Are you saying she's involved in international politics? Smuggling?"
Taehyung nodded. "Worse. She's been manipulating markets worldwide, and her reach goes deep—into financial institutions, trade deals, and black-market operations. It's not just about control; it's about building an empire."
Jimin's pulse quickened. This wasn't just business anymore. This was something much darker, something he wasn't prepared for. "And we're supposed to take her down?"
Jungkook looked at him, his eyes full of determination. "We have to. There's no other way out of this."
But as Jimin stared at the files, the weight of their situation began to sink in. If they went any further, there would be no going back. It was already too dangerous. But now, it was personal. It wasn't just about business. It was about survival.
"How do we even get close to someone like her?" Jimin asked, his voice rough.
Taehyung's eyes darkened, his jaw tight. "That's where the trouble lies. Ms. Hae is protected. By people we can't touch. But there's one way—"
Jimin leaned in, hanging on every word. "What's the way?"
Jungkook's gaze met Taehyung's, and the unspoken conversation between them made Jimin uneasy. They were planning something big—something risky.
Jimin followed the two men into a large, dimly lit room, his heart pounding. The walls were lined with massive screens, each flickering with streams of data, codes, and security feeds. He felt the weight of the silence, thick and tense, as they made their way to a corner where three figures were working.
The first was a tall man with dark, intense eyes—Jung Hoseok. His fingers flew across a keyboard, his face lit by the glow of multiple monitors. He barely acknowledged their presence, too focused on whatever was unfolding in front of him.
The second was a shorter figure, wearing a black hoodie pulled low over his face, his eyes sharp and calculating. Min Yoongi, his posture rigid, was typing commands with a practiced, almost mechanical precision. He looked up briefly, meeting Jimin's gaze, before turning back to the screen.
Then there was the girl. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, her expression unreadable. She moved quickly, her hands dancing over the keyboard as she adjusted a series of encrypted files. Jimin couldn't help but notice the way her eyes never left her work, sharp and laser-focused. She was a puzzle, just like the rest of them.
Jimin's mind buzzed with confusion. Who were these people? What was going on? Why did they need him?
Taehyung placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder, a gesture that somehow felt like both reassurance and a warning. "Jimin, these are the people who will be helping us. Hoseok, Yoongi, and—" he paused, nodding toward the girl, "—this is Yuna."
Jimin nodded, still trying to process everything. He could sense the air of secrecy around the group, each person involved in something far deeper and more dangerous than he had expected.
"Okay, now that we're all here," Taehyung said, his voice shifting into a more serious tone, "let me break down the plan."
He clicked a button on one of the screens, and a map of the world appeared, with various points flashing red. The map was filled with encrypted locations, flagged accounts, and coded messages that made Jimin's head spin.
"Ms. Hae's operation is global," Taehyung continued. "Her influence is vast—so much so that going after her directly would be suicide. But we've found a weak link. A financial transaction that connects her to several high-ranking officials. If we can expose this, we can take down the entire operation."
Jimin's stomach twisted. This was much bigger than he had anticipated. His mind was racing, trying to keep up with the complex web of people and organizations Taehyung was detailing.
"We'll be splitting into two teams," Taehyung said. "Hoseok, Yoongi, and Yuna will handle the digital side—breaking through encrypted data, monitoring communications, and tracing every financial transaction she's made in the last five years. They'll also need to secure this information without being detected."
Jimin glanced at Yuna, who looked up from her screen for the first time, her piercing gaze meeting his. For a moment, Jimin thought he saw a flicker of something—determination, maybe—but it disappeared just as quickly.
"And what about us?" Jimin asked, his voice rough.
Taehyung's eyes met Jimin's. "You and Jungkook will be my eyes and ears. We'll need to get close to Ms. Hae—gain her trust. We'll use her weaknesses against her, but we'll have to move fast. Once the plan is in motion, there's no turning back."
Jungkook stepped forward then, his voice steady, but Jimin could hear the weight behind it. "We'll have to infiltrate her inner circle. It's the only way to get close enough to make a real difference."
Jimin nodded slowly, the reality of what they were about to do settling on him like a stone in his chest. This wasn't just about business. This was about taking down someone who had played the game too long, too well—and now they were in the crosshairs.
He turned to Taehyung, a question burning in his mind. "And if we fail?"
Taehyung didn't flinch. His expression was as unreadable as ever. "We won't."
Jimin wasn't so sure. But there was no turning back now.
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The tension in the room was thick, and Jimin could feel the weight of the mission pressing down on him. His mind was racing, trying to grasp everything that was happening, but all he could focus on were the eyes of the people around him. Taehyung's unwavering confidence, Jungkook's determination, and the cold precision of Yoongi, Hoseok, and Yuna. They were all in this together, but Jimin was still an outsider, trying to find his place in a world he had never known.
Taehyung clapped his hands, snapping Jimin out of his thoughts. "Alright, we don't have time to waste. Let's get moving."
Jimin followed Taehyung, Jungkook, and the others as they made their way to a back room. The walls here were lined with more screens, each displaying different types of data: satellite feeds, financial records, black-market activity reports. It was like looking at a world Jimin had no idea existed. A world where every transaction, every movement, was calculated, analyzed, and used as a weapon.
"First things first," Taehyung said, sitting down in front of one of the computers and pulling up a new screen. "We need to break into Ms. Hae's financial system. Her accounts are well-guarded, but we've got a way in."
Yoongi stood up and walked over to the terminal next to Taehyung, typing quickly. "We've cracked part of her security encryption. Now we just need to bypass her secondary firewalls, and we can access her private transaction logs. If we can get these, we'll have her by the throat."
Jimin's pulse quickened as he glanced between the people around him. "But... how are we going to get to her? If she's as protected as you say, won't she see us coming?"
"That's why we're going slow," Jungkook chimed in, his tone calm but urgent. "We can't rush this. If we show our hand too early, everything goes south. We're going to need to gain her trust, little by little, and watch for cracks in her operation."
Jimin turned toward Taehyung, who had been staring at the screen intently. "How do we even get close to someone like her without her catching on?"
"That's where you come in," Taehyung replied, his voice sharp. "You're the perfect person to get close to her without raising suspicion."
Jimin felt a chill run down his spine at Taehyung's words. He didn't know what was worse—the idea of working with criminals at this level or being a pawn in a game he couldn't control.
Taehyung stood and looked at Jimin, his gaze steady. "I know this is a lot to take in. But you need to understand—this is bigger than any of us. If we don't do this, she'll only grow stronger. She'll control everything."
Jimin swallowed, his throat dry. "I never signed up for this."
"You did the moment you decided to help," Taehyung said bluntly. "This isn't just about business anymore. It's about survival."
The weight of those words hit Jimin like a freight train. He could feel his hands trembling, but he pushed the fear down. This was it.
"Alright," Jimin said, his voice hoarse but steady. "Let's do this."
Jungkook gave him a reassuring nod. "We'll move as a team. You're not alone in this."
With the plan set, the group dispersed to prepare for their respective roles. Jimin felt his stomach tighten with anxiety, but there was no time to dwell on it. He had to keep moving, keep his focus sharp.
As the night wore on, Jimin found himself slipping into a rhythm with the others. Yoongi and Hoseok remained focused on the computers, their fingers flying across the keyboards as they cracked more and more of Ms. Hae's encryption. Yuna was deep in the trenches, decrypting files and tracing the digital trail that led to Ms. Hae's vast empire.
Jimin, however, was preparing for his next role. He was going to have to walk into the lion's den.
The Next Day :
The morning sun had barely risen when Jimin found himself in a sleek, high-rise building—one of many Ms. Hae owned in the city. He was dressed in a tailored suit, a far cry from his usual style, but it was the perfect disguise.
Jungkook was beside him, acting as his backup. Jungkook's style is sharp, polished, and effortlessly cool. Picture him in tailored suits that fit him perfectly—dark colors like deep navy, charcoal, or classic black, paired with a crisp white shirt. His look is elevated with sleek leather shoes and subtle accessories, like a silver watch or a simple tie clip. He might occasionally mix in a high-end, minimalist jacket or a fitted blazer over a simple T-shirt for a more casual yet stylish vibe. His hair is always neat, styled with just enough volume to look effortlessly chic. Every detail reflects his meticulous, no-nonsense attitude, but with an underlying coolness that makes him stand out.
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So plan was simple:They had intel that Ms. Hae was holding a private meeting with several investors today, and Jimin was going to be one of them. A meeting with her would give him the chance to understand her—see if she was truly as untouchable as everyone said.
"Just follow my lead," Jungkook murmured as they stepped into the elevator. "Keep it cool. You'll be fine."
Jimin took a deep breath. He had no choice but to trust the plan. The game had started, and there was no turning back.
End of chapter