JUNGKOOK’S ROOM – NIGHT

The door clicked softly behind him as Jungkook entered, his shoulders visibly tense. The storm of emotions still brewed inside him—regret, frustration, shame. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

He wasn’t ready to see her again, not after the words he had spat like venom—words that weren’t lies, but that he wished he never said aloud.

He moved toward the dresser, pretending to search for something, anything to delay the inevitable. But then…

Click.

The door opened slowly.

Jungkook froze.

He didn’t need to turn around. He already knew it was her.

Silence filled the room, thick and weighted.

Yn stepped in, closing the door behind her gently. Her eyes met his back, reading the stiffness in his posture, the way his fists clenched at his sides.

He turned around slowly, reluctantly. Their eyes locked.

She stood there, not with fury, not with pride… but with something quieter. A little shaken, a little lost—but steady.

“You didn’t come to dinner,” she said quietly.

He looked at her, jaw tightening. His voice came out low.

“I didn’t feel like pretending everything’s okay.”

Her heart thudded.

“Neither did I,” she said, stepping further into the room.

“But I still went. I owed them that. And… I owed Annie that.”

He looked away for a second. Guilt was eating at him like rust on iron.

“I went too far.”

She took a breath.

“You did,” she agreed honestly.

“But you weren’t wrong either.”

That made him look back at her, surprised.

“You were right about everything.” Her voice trembled slightly, but she kept going.

“I’m still holding onto things. Still drowning in it. And I know it’s not fair to drag everyone down with me… especially her.”

“I saw myself in her eyes, Jungkook. That… scared me.”

He stepped forward slightly, his voice softer now.

“You’re not a monster.”

“Aren’t I?” she whispered.

“No.” His voice was firmer now, filled with something that trembled between anger and protectiveness.

“You’re someone who’s been through hell and still chose to come back. Still chooses to fight. Still protects.”

Her eyes shimmered. No tears fell—but the weight of his words hit her in the center of her chest.

“I was scared too, Yn.” His voice cracked slightly.

“When I found you in the rain… when you collapsed—fuck—I thought I lost you.”

“And all I could think was... I sent you into that room that night. I told you to wear that dress. I told you to act sweet.”

“If I had watched closer, been faster—none of it—”

She cut him off by walking closer, reaching up and placing a hand on his chest.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t carry a guilt that doesn’t belong to you. If I hadn’t gotten out, it would’ve been on him. Not you.”

Jungkook looked down at her, expression torn. His hand gently covered hers.

“But you did get out,” he whispered.

“You saved yourself, Yn. And that’s something not many could do.”

She stared into his eyes. They both were exhausted, broken in different ways. But at that moment—standing in the quiet shadows of his room—it felt like they finally saw each other clearly.

And for the first time in days, the silence between them wasn’t filled with rage, or blame, or pain.

It was peace. Fragile, hesitant peace.

“I’m not asking you to be okay,” he said softly.

“Just… don’t shut us out. Don’t shut me out.”

Yn didn’t reply right away.

But she didn’t pull her hand away either.

And that said more than any words could.

The table was warm with the soft sound of clinking cutlery and Annie’s little chatter. Yn walked in quietly, and to everyone's surprise, Jungkook followed behind her—his expression neutral but present. She led him to the table without a word, and as they sat together, the entire atmosphere subtly shifted.

Namjoon gave a small nod.

Taehyung smiled into his plate.

Even Suga lifted a brow—his version of approval.

Annie giggled, sitting beside Jimin, who gave Yn a small, proud look.

They all ate silently for a moment—until Jin broke it with a cautious but curious voice.

“So…” he began, glancing at her.

“Will you tell us what happened last night? Why were you running outside like that, in the middle of the rain?”

All eyes shifted to her.

Yn paused mid-bite. Her fingers slightly tightened around the fork. The spoon in her other hand hovered over the bowl, untouched.

She slowly lowered them.

Her eyes dropped to her lap, lips pursed. She didn’t speak.

A beat of silence passed.

Then, Yoongi’s voice came in dry and sharp.

“You’re being pathetic.”

“If you’re not gonna talk, don’t expect us to keep guessing.”

The air thickened. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes shot to him in a deadly glare.

“Excuse me?”

Yoongi just raised a brow.

“You heard me. If you want to sit here and act like we didn’t all nearly lose our minds last night—go ahead. But at least don’t insult our concern by pretending nothing happened.”

The tension stretched tight.

Jungkook looked ready to interfere, but he stopped when Yn closed her eyes.

She inhaled deeply. Once. Twice.

When she finally spoke, her voice was low—controlled, but trembling beneath the surface.

“It’s the rain.”

“Whenever it rains at night… I lose my mind.”

Everyone went still. Even Yoongi didn’t interrupt.

“That night... it was raining just like this,” she continued, her voice gaining strength.

Her lips trembled, but she didn’t cry.

“My mom still breathing, begging that monster to stop, to spare them. And I—”

She swallowed hard, eyes now locked onto a distant spot on the wall as if replaying everything.

"I froze. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight. I just stood there like a fucking coward.”

Her fists clenched tightly on her lap.

“He looked at me, and I swear... I saw the devil in his eyes,he smiled. As if he enjoyed killing them. Leaving me to rot in the memory.”

Everyone remained frozen—unable to speak, their hearts heavy with her words.

“Since then, I hate the rain. But the night rain... it breaks me.”

“Last night, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t sleep. The guilt… it was choking me.”

Her voice dropped lower.

“So I ran. I ran like I should’ve run that night. Like I should’ve done something, anything… instead of just surviving.”

A beat of silence.

Then she looked at them—all of them. One by one.

“That’s why I was out. That’s why I collapsed. That’s why I act like this sometimes.”

“I don’t need your pity.” Her voice hardened.

“But I guess... I owe you the truth.”

No one moved for a long moment.

Then Annie, in her innocent voice, whispered from beside Jimin:

“You didn’t do anything wrong, yniiee.”

“Monsters hurt people. Not you.”

And that shattered the silence like glass.

Jin looked down, biting the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung stared at his plate.

Yoongi… simply nodded once.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He just gently placed his hand over hers under the table—firm, warm, grounding.

And this time, she didn’t pull away.

Days later...

Everyone stood around the long black table where blueprints and dossiers lay open. The air was sharp, thick with tension and urgency. On the board was the face of a man—a bloated, middle-aged brute with bloodshot eyes, rotten teeth, and a devilish grin.

Name: Rurik "Red Leader" Volkov

Crimes: Drug trafficking, sex trafficking, murder, illegal arms distribution.

“He’s selling a shipment of enhanced hallucinogenics to Eastern Europe tonight,” Jin explained, pointing to a map.

“If it crosses the border, it'll fund three more gangs like his.”

Jungkook’s eyes were cold, his jaw locked.

“So we end it tonight.”

J-Hope stepped forward, more focused than ever.

“To plant a recorder on him, we need someone inside. Someone he won’t suspect.”

The word “woman” wasn’t said, but everyone understood.

And just like that—Yn’s voice snapped through the tension.

“You’re sending a girl to that monster?”

Heads turned toward her. Her voice was filled with fire.

“Do you even know what he does to women? How the hell can you throw someone into that?”

J-Hope kept calm but firm.

“Because we can’t risk you again.”

That sentence hung in the air, heavy and sharp.

Yn took a step forward, her rage burning.

“And it’s okay to risk her? An innocent girl who doesn’t even know how to fight?”

Before she could finish, her back hit the cold wall—hard.

Yoongi had her caged, his face inches from hers, eyes burning.

“She’s not a child.”

“She chose to do this. She’s paid to do this. No one is forcing her.”

“You don’t know shit about the risks we take. You’re not in charge here. So either sit back and watch—”

“—or stay the hell out of it.”

The room tensed. Everyone froze.

But Yn didn’t flinch. Her eyes, blazing, locked onto his.

“I want to talk to her.”

Yoongi's lip curled, about to bite back—

“Okay,” Namjoon interrupted.

All eyes turned to him.

“She can talk to her.”

Even Jungkook looked at Namjoon in surprise, but he said nothing. His arms were folded, but his jaw flexed with quiet control.

Namjoon gave a curt nod and looked at a guard.

“Bring Sofia.”

As the guard left, Yoongi stepped back slowly, eyes still hard.

“Don’t get emotional. This isn’t about feelings—it’s war.”

“Then let me see what kind of soldier you’re sending in.” Yn hissed under her breath.

The door creaked open moments later and a girl entered.

Barely twenty-one. Slim. Pale skin. Short brown hair, soft but tired eyes.

Sofia.

She walked in with calm footsteps, no hesitation.

Yn stepped forward, meeting her gaze with something between curiosity and heartbreak.

And for a second, all the room heard was the storm of tension beginning to boil between two women from two different worlds, walking into the same battlefield.

Sofia stood in the center like she owned the room — hips swaying, eyes heavy-lidded with unbothered seduction. She ran her gaze lazily over each of the men, licking her lips subtly.

"Well well," she purred, "didn’t know the mafia was filled with such delicious men."

Her eyes landed on Jungkook and Taehyung, and she gave them a slow, scandalous once-over.

The others shifted uncomfortably, some rolling their eyes, some just staring blankly. This was not what they expected.

Then Yn stepped in front of her, every bit of her energy dark and storming, face hard like carved steel.

"Are you doing this because you want to?" Yn asked, voice flat but filled with sharpness.

"Or are you doing this because you need money… or someone’s forcing you? No excuses. Just answer."

Sofia scoffed, popping her bubblegum, and tilted her head.

"And who are you?"

Yn didn’t blink. She stepped in even closer.

"I’m the one who can save you from what’s about to happen to you."

A mocking smile twisted Sofia’s lips.

"I don’t need saving."

"In fact, I enjoy this."

"I’m sure the man I’m meeting tonight will be rich, dangerous, and probably rough—"

She leaned in and whispered with venom-coated sugar,

"Just the way I like it."

Then her eyes slid over to Jungkook and Taehyung again, lingering.

"But honestly? I’d rather fuck one of your boys. Especially him..."

She nodded subtly toward Jungkook.

That was it.

Yn’s blood boiled.

Her fist clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. Her jaw twitched.

"So you really want to do this..."

Sofia smiled wide—more cheap than innocent.

"Of course."

Yn didn’t say another word. Her eyes darkened like a storm. How can someone be this cheap and disgusting, She thought.

Then she turned on her heel—storming out of the room, rage rolling off her like wildfire.

Everyone watched her leave in total silence. No one said a word.

Sofia just shrugged, still playing coy.

Then she strutted toward Jungkook, hips swinging. She lifted her hand as if to trail her fingers along his chest—

But his hand snapped up, gripping her wrist mid-air. His grip was like a vice, and the look in his eyes turned absolutely lethal.

"Don't try that with me," he said, voice low, deadly.

"Touch me, and I swear I’ll break every bone in your hand before you can scream."

Sofia’s breath hitched. Her confidence faltered as she gulped.

Then she laughed nervously, trying to save face.

"Tch. Alright, alright... no fun." She pulled her hand back slowly.

"So, what's the plan, boss?" she asked, flashing a sly smile, trying to play it off.

But the energy in the room had shifted.

No one was smiling back.

To be continued...