In Night – Briefing Room, Jungkook’s Mansion

The room is low-lit, filled with the buzz of weapons being loaded and files being tossed across the table. BTS members surround the table. Jungkook leans forward, his voice cold and sharp.

“We move tonight. The target is Kai—arms dealer, Wolf Syndicate affiliate. He’s moving weapons through the Black Line docks. We intercept, extract the ledger, and burn his trail.”

He throws a folder toward Yn. Her fingers catch it swiftly.

“You’re coming.”

Every head turns to her.

Jin raises an eyebrow. “Her? You sure?”

Jungkook doesn’t flinch.

“She’s been training. This is the only way to see what she’s made of.”

“What if she fails?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook’s eyes never leave hers.

“Then she dies.”

Silence.

Yn doesn’t blink. She opens the folder, scans the photos, the layout, the security rotations. Her voice, cool and collected:

“How many guards?”

“Six visible. Two snipers. More inside.”

“What’s the fallback plan?”

Jungkook smirks.

“You either don’t need one… or you’re dead.”

She nods once.

“Understood.”

Black Line Docks – 2:03 A.M.

Fog spreading like ash in the area. The docks are drenched in shadows. Yn walks beside Jungkook, dressed in black combat gear, eyes razor-sharp.

She feels it—the shift. This isn’t a game. There are no rules. No mercy.

Jungkook whispers in her earpiece:

“You’re going in through the northeast warehouse. Taehyung and Jimin will create distraction. You retrieve the ledger. Do not get seen. Kill if you must.”

She doesn’t respond.

She just moves—swift and silent.

Inside the Warehouse

Two guards. Yn crouches, breath steady. She counts steps. Tracks patterns. Then—moves like a ghost. Knife to the throat. No sound.

She grabs the body, hides it, then scales the railing.

There it is. A black case under the table.

She grabs it—but a voice calls behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?”

She spins.

Gun to her head.

The man grins.

“Pretty thing like you? Lost?”

Yn’s voice is cold, emotionless.

“Wrong place. Wrong time.”

She jerks her hand—hidden blade under her sleeve—straight into his neck.

The man gurgles, drops. She wipes the blood off without a blink.

Meanwhile – Jungkook, Watching from Monitor Van

He sees it all.

“Damn…” Namjoon breathes.

Taehyung mutters, “She’s not normal.”

Jungkook says nothing. But his eyes… there’s something new in them. Something dangerous.

Pride? Admiration? Or fear?

Back at the Mansion – Dawn

She walks in, case in hand, bruised but breathing. Blood on her shirt, none of it hers.

She tosses the ledger to the table.

“Mission complete.”

No smile. No celebration. Just her cold voice cutting the air.

Jungkook steps forward, slowly, until they stand toe-to-toe.

“You did well,” he says quietly.

She looks at him—eyes sharp like broken glass.

“Told you I’m not weak.”

He chuckles darkly.

“You’re not. But you’re dangerous… and I haven’t decided yet if that’s a good thing.”

She steps even closer, eyes locked with his.

“Neither have I.”

Late Evening – Training Grounds, Jungkook’s Compound

It’s empty now, dark and echoing, with the faint sound of crickets. Yn sits alone on the edge of the ring, wrapping her knuckles again, even though the bruises are still fresh.

Footsteps.

She doesn’t look up. But she knows it’s him.

Jungkook.

“I have another test for you,” he says.

She doesn’t flinch. “What now?”

“There’s a man. He works with Wolf Syndicate. He’s weak. Cowardly. Smuggled girls once… but left years ago. I want you to find him. Bring him here.”

She blinks, then slowly stands. “Why?”

Jungkook’s eyes are unreadable.

“Because I want to see what you’ll do.”

"You want me to kill him?” she asks coldly.

“I didn’t say that,” he replies. “I want to know if you think he deserves to die.”

A long silence.

“Why give me a choice now?” she asks.

“Because revenge is easy when it’s personal. But when the line is blurry—that’s when you find out who you really are.”

Her Room – That Night

Yn stares at herself in the mirror. No blood. No scars. But something feels… heavier.

She sits, exhales, fingers clenching. Then—

A soft knock.

Her door opens, just a crack.

Annie’s tiny face peeks in.

“Yn-unnie?” she says softly. “Can I come in?”

Yn hesitates… but nods.

Annie tiptoes in, holding a small book.

“I drew something,” she says proudly. “It’s us! You and me.”

Yn looks down.

A stick figure drawing.

One tall girl with a braid. One little girl with a bow.

She doesn’t smile. But something trembles in her throat.

“Why… did you draw this?” she asks, voice low.

“Because you protect me. Like a sister,” Annie says brightly.

Yn freezes.

Something flickers in her chest—warmth… and terror.

She quickly stands, turning away.

“Go to bed, Annie.”

“But—”

“Now.”

Her voice is harder than she meant.

Annie blinks, hurt flickering in her eyes—but nods and walks away.

The door closes.

Yn slumps into the chair.

Her hands are shaken.

Meanwhile – Outside the Door

Jungkook had been walking by. He heard it. All of it.

He stays there for a moment, unreadable. Then turns away.

An Abandoned Room in the Compound – The Captured Man

The room is dimly lit. Yn stands in front of the trembling man—once a part of the Wolf Syndicate. His wrists are tied, his face bruised.

He pleads quietly, “I left that life years ago. I was scared. I didn’t want to be part of it anymore.”

Yn doesn't move. No expression. No reaction.

“They used me,” he continues. “I didn't… I didn't know they would kill children—”

That word.

Children.

Her fists clench.

"You're lucky I didn’t kill you the second I walked in."

She steps forward, slowly. He recoils.

"Tell me why I shouldn’t do it now."

Silence.

He whimpers, “Because I’m not like them anymore.”

Flashback – Yn and Annie the Night Before

Annie had whispered from her bed, holding her little drawing.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever seen. But... you’re not scary, right?”

Yn had looked at her for a long time. Something cracked in her silence.

Back to the Present

Yn lifts the gun slowly. Her hands don’t shake.

But her breath... falters.

She stares at him. Then—

She lowers it.

“You’ll wish I did kill you,” she says coldly. “Because he will judge you now.”

She turns her back and walks away.

Outside the Room – Jungkook Watching

He’s been there the whole time, leaning against the wall, arms folded, eyes unreadable.

As Yn passes, he speaks low.

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

She stops. Doesn’t turn.

“Because Annie thinks I’m not a monster.”

That hits harder than she intends.

Jungkook is silent for a beat.

“You hesitated.”

“I chose,” she says sharply.

“You felt something,” he challenges.

“You want me to become you?” she snaps, finally turning to him.

“No,” Jungkook says softly. “I want to know who you really are underneath all that blood.”

A beat.

“Because the girl who held Annie’s drawing like it would break her… isn't the same girl who walked in here asking for revenge.”

Later That Night – Jungkook & Annie

Jungkook tucks Annie in, unusually quiet.

“Do you like her?” he asks gently.

Annie nods.

“She’s strong like you… but sadder.”

Jungkook blinks, surprised.

“Why sadder?”

“Because I think she doesn’t want to feel anything anymore. But… I think she still does.”

Rooftop – Midnight

The night is still, the moon casting silver across the rooftop. Yn sits alone on the edge, her knees pulled up, a cold breeze tugging at her hoodie. She doesn’t flinch when Jungkook silently appears behind her, two cups of coffee in his hands.

He offers one wordlessly.

She takes it without a thank you—but their fingers brush. His eyes linger.

“You always climb up here at night?” he asks quietly, settling beside her.

“Only when I want silence,” she replies. “But it never comes.”

They sit in silence for a moment.

“You didn’t sleep,” he observes.

“Didn’t feel like pretending.”

Jungkook sips slowly. Then, without warning, he says:

“You asked me once… who Annie is to me.”

She looks at him.

“I found her during a mission. A trafficking raid—run by a syndicate that sold girls like cargo.”

He pauses. “She was in a cage. Covered in bruises. Couldn’t have been older than three”

Yn’s grip on the cup tightens.

“I searched for her family. I did. Nothing. No records. No missing persons. Like she didn’t exist.”

“So you kept her,” Yn says, her voice softer.

He nods.

“I didn’t plan to. I didn’t think I could. But that night… when I opened her cage, she just hugged me. Said nothing. Just held on. I didn’t know how to let go.”

A beat.

“She brought something out of me I thought was dead.”

Silence.

“You’re not who I expected,” she murmurs, eyes ahead.

“And what did you expect?” he asks, almost amused.

“A monster. A man who kills without blinking.”

“That’s not entirely wrong,” he says flatly.

She looks at him then. For the first time, there’s no fire. Just quiet understanding.

"And You're not what I expected," he said quietly, voice stripped of his usual command. "Most who come here want power. Or blood. You came with something else.”

Yn exhaled, slow and brittle. Her fingers traced the stitched scar on her palm.

“I came with nothing,” she whispered.

He didn’t interrupt.

“I had parents once,” she began, voice rough like sandpaper. “They were kind. Simple. Until he came... and painted our home in blood.”

Jungkook’s gaze narrowed, quietly absorbing each word.

“I was just a girl. Nine. Hiding in a cupboard like a coward while they screamed.” Her voice cracked. “I remember their eyes before they went cold. And I remember his face.”

Silence.

“Then a car hit me while I was running after their bodies. That should’ve been it.” Her voice softened, almost like a confession. “But life’s cruel. It didn’t let me die.”

He studied her—unmoving, listening.

“There was this woman. Mrs. Kang.” A faint warmth flickered in her tone. “She found me. Took me in like I was her own… even though she didn’t know who the hell I was.”

Jungkook arched a brow. “The one who raised you?”

Yn nodded. “Yes. She saved me. Gave me food, a bed, some kind of peace. But the man she was married to... wasn’t like her.”

Her voice went cold, sharp like glass.

“He was a drunk. A predator. His stares weren’t innocent. And one day... he tried.” Her jaw clenched, the knuckles on her hand whitening. “He touched me. I warned him. He didn’t stop.”

Jungkook’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t speak.

“I stabbed him. Right in the gut.” She looked up now, eyes meeting his with hollow calm. “Then she—Mrs. Kang—stabbed him again and again until the floor turned red. We buried him in the backyard like the animal he was. And no one ever asked.”

There was no apology in her voice. No regret. Only exhaustion and fire.

“I started training after that. Fighting. Weapons. Strategy. No one would touch me again. No one would hurt me. I promised myself.”

Jungkook finally spoke—low and deep. “And so you buried the girl you were… and became this.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” she replied, eyes deadened. “My childhood ended in that cupboard.”

A long pause fell.

“You survived,” Jungkook said, not coldly—but with understanding. “In a world that never intended to let you.”

She gave a bitter smile. “Surviving isn’t the same as living.”

Their eyes locked.

And for the first time, Jungkook didn’t see a reckless girl who barged into his world. He saw something else.

A reflection.

His voice dropped, quieter than before. “You’re not the only one with a childhood painted in blood.”

Yn looked at him, the air heavy.

He didn't speak more, not yet.

Because tonight wasn’t about confessions. It was about beginning to understand.

Same Room, Silence Holding Its Breath

Yn’s eyes lingered on Jungkook’s face, watching how shadows curled under his lashes as he stared at the floor—lost, unreadable.

He rarely looked like this. Not like the man with blood on his hands. Not the king of a brutal empire. But like something quieter. Older. Haunted.

She spoke before she could stop herself.

“...What about you?”

He looked up slowly.

“Me?” he asked, voice neutral. Almost wary.

“You said I’m not the only one with a childhood full of blood,” she said, her voice low. “So what did yours look like?”

There was a pause. His throat moved, but he didn’t answer right away. She didn’t push. Just waited.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose—then leaned back in the chair like the weight of memory was heavier than any weapon he carried.

“I was born in the middle of a gang war,” he began, quietly. “My mother… didn’t survive it. My father—if you can even call him that—sold girls like property. Girls like Annie. Girls like you could’ve been.”

Yn’s expression didn’t change, but something in her chest shifted.

“He used to beat me. Tie me up. Starve me when I spoke out. I learned early that silence was safer than screaming.”

She said nothing. Only stared.

“I ran away at thirteen,” he said flatly. “By then, I’d already killed a man. Not out of revenge. Not out of choice. Just survival.”

His voice didn’t shake. It never did. But there was a hollowness behind it that spoke louder than tears ever could.

“I joined one of the smaller gangs. Fought. Bled. Climbed until I owned it. Then destroyed it from the inside and built something of my own. Something I controlled.”

He looked at her now, the cold glint in his eyes replaced with something sharper—truth.

“No one owns me now. And no one touches what’s mine.”

Yn's throat tightened.

And suddenly—just for a moment—they weren’t predator and fighter. Not king and soldier. But two scarred souls who had been shaped by the same fire.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly, voice lower.

“So when I saw you walk in here, blood in your eyes, rage in your bones… I knew that look.”

“What look?” she whispered.

“The look of someone who’s already buried themselves once.”

Yn’s lips parted slightly, a breath caught between her ribs.

“You’re not alone in this hell, Yn,” he said, voice raw. “But if you stay, you better be ready to burn.”

“I already am,” she whispered back.

The hallway was wrapped in shadows, and silence gripped the mansion like a living thing. Yn padded barefoot, her hands brushing the cool walls as she walked slowly—her mind louder than the night itself.

She had tried. She’d tried to sleep.

But her thoughts clawed at her like ghosts—memories of blood on her hands, her aunt’s trembling voice the night she found out, the chilling final breath of the man who once called himself her uncle.

And now... the strange warmth of a child’s voice ringing in her ears.

“Good morning, Ynieee.”

She stood outside Annie’s door for a moment. Just stood there. Breathing quietly.

Then she opened it without a sound.

The room smelled like vanilla and fresh laundry. Soft toys lined the shelves. The nightlight cast a faint glow across Annie’s small figure, curled beneath her pastel blanket, her arm clutching a stuffed fox.

Yn walked toward the bed slowly. Her steps unsure.

But her heart… it was steady.

She sat down at first. Then, after a long pause, she carefully laid down beside Annie—her movements slow and hesitant, as if she was afraid to break something fragile.

Her eyes roamed over the child’s sleeping face. Her tiny lashes fluttering with dreams. Her soft lips parted slightly.

Yn felt something tighten in her chest.

She had no right to feel this way. To want something so innocent, so pure, so untouched by the rot of the world she came from.

But still, she couldn’t look away.

She brushed a loose strand of hair from Annie’s forehead. Her hand trembled—just a little.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered.

“Whatever it takes… I’ll protect you. Even if I have to burn the whole world down.”

Her voice cracked near the end. Quiet. Raw.

“I don’t know how to love… but maybe I could try.”

“For you.”

Annie stirred slightly in her sleep, curling closer.

And Yn, whose bones had memorized war… whose skin had known nothing but cold… finally let her eyes close.

She didn’t even realize when her arm slipped protectively around the child. Or when her breath evened out.

But that night—for the first time in years—she didn’t dream of knives or screams.

She dreamed of her mother’s voice, whispering softly, “You were made for more than revenge.”

Early Morning – Silence Before the Storm

The sun had barely cracked the horizon when Jungkook stepped out of his room, the floor beneath his bare feet cold, but his mind already burning with questions. He hadn’t slept well—not after last night’s conversation with Yn. Something about her voice lingered in his head. Something about the way she looked at Annie, like she was both afraid to care and terrified not to.

He made his way to her room.

The door was slightly open.

Empty.

He frowned.

Not even the blanket was ruffled. It looked untouched, like no one had laid there at all.

Without thinking, he checked the hallway. Her scent still clung faintly to the air—faint, like citrus and gunmetal.

Room by room, he searched. Calmly. Silently. But the tension in his shoulders grew tight.

It wasn’t until he passed Annie’s room that he stopped.

The door was cracked open.

And what he saw made him freeze.

Inside—bathed in the soft gold of morning light—was her.

Yn.

Curled up beside Annie on the small bed.

One arm wrapped protectively around the child. Her usually cold face relaxed, lips slightly parted, eyelashes fluttering as if dreaming something that didn't haunt her for once.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, saying nothing.

He didn’t know what he expected when she came to him asking for revenge. But it sure as hell wasn’t this.

She looked… different like this.

Not weak.

Not broken.

Just human.

Annie stirred in her sleep, unconsciously curling closer into Yn’s chest.

And Yn held her tighter in return—still deep asleep.

Something shifted inside him.

He didn’t move for a long time. Just watched.

The cold-hearted girl who threatened to cut fingers off, who didn’t flinch at blood, who trained like a machine… now looked like a guardian angel fallen from a battlefield, cradling the last piece of heaven she had left.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched slightly.

He turned, silent, and walked away—his footsteps quieter than a breath.

But his mind?

Loud.

“You were made for more than revenge.”

He didn’t know where that thought came from.

But it wouldn’t leave him.

To be continued...