A week had passed since the quiet storm of truths, and everything had fallen into a carefully orchestrated calm.

Jeon Jungkook, now armed with the horrifying truth of Sejin's past crimes, continued playing his part-silent, composed, alert.

But beneath that still surface, the fire of revenge burned fiercer than ever.

Before it could ignite again, he made one last call.

"Leave now," he'd told Il-Seong one morning. "Go back to Busan. Don't worry. I'll handle everything here."

Though hesitant, the old man understood. He packed his things with a heavy heart, hugged his granddaughter tightly one last time, and whispered to Jungkook before leaving:

"Protect her, even if you destroy everything else."

That night, Jungkook stood by the balcony, watching Il-Seong's car disappear into the darkness.

And now... a week later...

Peace was a fragile illusion.

Because today...

YN got her period.

--

"Ughh why is this world so annoying!!" she groaned, dragging her feet across the hallway of the mansion like an angry little goblin.

She had one sock on, a baggy sky-blue hoodie that nearly reached her knees, and a messy top bun that was falling apart with every stomp of her feet.

Her face was red.

Her brows furrowed.

And her glare could melt steel.

Jungkook, standing casually in the living room by the window in his signature black outfit-black joggers, black tee, black everything-looked up just in time to see her march toward him like a furious little hurricane.

"What now?" he asked flatly, taking a sip of water.

She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you wearing black?"

He blinked. "Because it's my uniform."

"Well, change it! It's making me mad!"

"...What?"

"Change it!" she shouted, throwing a couch pillow at him.

He caught it mid-air, utterly confused.

"Your black aura is irritating," she added dramatically, now pacing in circles. "And your face is annoying too. You always look so... calm. Like nothing affects you. How is that even possible?"

Jungkook slowly lowered the pillow, watching her spiral.

She suddenly plopped onto the couch and let out a deep, wounded sigh.

"I want ice cream."

"You just had ice cream."

"WELL NOW I WANT WAFFLES!"

"You also just had waffles."

She turned her head and glared at him like he'd just insulted her entire bloodline.

"Jeon Jungkook," she growled, "stop judging me and go get me something sweet. Something chocolatey. Or I swear I will cry."

He opened his mouth to respond.

She held up a hand. "And if you say no, I will cry right here and tell everyone you bullied me."

Jungkook stared blankly at her.

What in the actual hell was going on?

She curled up on the couch like a fetus. "And my back hurts. And my stomach feels like it's twisting into noodles. And you're breathing too loud."

"I haven't even spoken in ten minutes."

"TOO. LOUD."

He sighed deeply, then finally asked in the most neutral tone ever:

"...Is it that time of the month?"

She turned her head slowly. "Did you just say that?"

"Should I not have?"

"Do not say that like it's a weather report, Jeon!"

He sighed again and walked toward the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"To get you chocolate," he muttered, grabbing the emergency dark-chocolate stash from the high shelf she couldn't reach.

"...Okay," she whispered, now softer.

She sat up when he returned, her mood visibly shifting like a weather vane.

"Thanks..."

He handed it to her without a word.

She took a bite, curled up into the corner of the couch, and sighed with relief.

After a few minutes of silence, she looked at him again and said softly, "I'm sorry I yelled. You... you didn't do anything."

"I know."

"I just... hate this. It sucks."

"I know."

"You do?"

"I've been around women before.

Sisters. Teammates. Mafia informants. All types."

"...That's oddly comforting."

He didn't reply. He just leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded, watching her with quiet patience as she devoured the chocolate bar like it was the key to eternal happiness.

She stared at him again, this time with gentler eyes.

"You're always so... steady."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"I mean," she continued, "even when I'm losing my mind over cramps and chocolate cravings, you're just... there."

He shrugged. "That's my job."

She smiled faintly. "Still. Thanks."

He nodded once. "Don't throw any more pillows."

"No promises," she mumbled, yawning.

And within a few minutes, the sugar crash hit, and she fell asleep right there on the couch.

Jungkook watched her sleep-face relaxed now, lips slightly parted, fingers curled gently near her cheek.

And he wondered-yet again-why he couldn't say no to her.

And why, despite everything...

He didn't want to.

---

The night was thick with silence.

A sharp contrast to the chaos that had already begun echoing in the corners of power.

Jeon Jungkook stood on the rooftop of the Choi Mansion, the moonlight painting cold silver across his jawline as he held the phone to his ear.

The air was calm-but his voice wasn't.

"Hyung," he said in a low tone, "it's time."

On the other end of the call, Park Jimin leaned back in a dark leather chair, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers, monitors flashing codes and data before him. He was somewhere far-probably Seoul-but his voice was crisp, ready, dangerous.

"You're sure?" Jimin asked.

"Yes," Jungkook said, eyes narrowed toward the distant lights of the Choi Corporation Tower. "Hack every server. Everything Sejin owns-personal files, transaction records, offshore accounts, deleted CCTV footage... and those

recordings I gave you two years ago."

Jimin's lips curved into a smirk.

"Finally playing the tapes, huh?"

"Let him hear his own sins," Jungkook said coldly. "Loud. And public."

"You got it, boss."

The call ended.

Jungkook slid his phone back into his pocket.

And down below-in the world that Sejin believed he ruled-hell began to break loose.

--

Next Morning - Choi Corporation Headquarters, 8:02 AM

It started small.

A few staff members unable to access internal systems. Files missing from drives. Servers restarting.

Then-screens across all 36 floors lit up simultaneously.

And Sejin's sins came to life.

Video 1:

Grainy surveillance footage of a hidden office space. Sejin speaking to a masked man.

"The Jeons are becoming a problem. I want it done clean. Make it look like a robbery."

Video 2:

A distorted voice from an audio recording. Sejin again.

"She's getting too curious. My wife. She has documents. If she hands them over-I'm finished."

Video 3:

Footage of Sejin meeting a foreign investor.

"Move the dirty money through the dummy tech firm. We'll dissolve it before audits hit. No one will trace it back."

Every screen.

Every department.

His entire empire now watching him confess.

Some stared in horror. Others in disbelief. HR, security, finance-everyone frozen.

Phones rang. Alarms sounded. Internal servers crashed. Share prices plummeted.

Everything he had built with lies, blood, and fear-collapsing, moment by moment.

--

Sejin's Office - 8:23 AM

"What the f*ck is happening!" Sejin roared, throwing his tablet across the desk. "SHUT IT DOWN! ALL OF IT!"

His assistant was pale, trembling.

"S-sir... we can't. It's everywhere. The videos-no one knows how they got in. Not even the IT team. And now... it's on social media..."

Sejin's blood ran cold.

"WHAT?!"

"Yes, sir... your face is trending #1... Twitter, Instagram, even the news sites are-"

"I SAID SHUT IT DOWN!" he shouted, slamming his fist so hard the desk cracked beneath it.

But it was too late.

The entire corporate empire he'd built-the one he murdered and manipulated for-was falling apart like sand in the wind.

And yet...

Despite all the security cameras, all the people he'd bribed, threatened, or crushed-he had no clue who was behind it.

No clue...

That the man who watched his daughter sleep from the hallway...

The man who served cake on her grandfather's birthday...

The man who smiled faintly at her stubborn tantrums...

...was the very ghost of his past, now orchestrating his downfall from inside his own walls.

Jeon Jungkook.

And he didn't need to fire a gun.

Just play the truth.

Because sometimes... truth is the sharpest weapon.

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