Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

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In silence, they hold a fierce, unyielding air,

Strong and commanding, with a piercing stare.

They move through shadows, always knowing the way,

Making the world bend to what they say.

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Tw: Mentions of violence and blood

The gym hummed with quiet admiration as a shirtless man executed flawless pull-ups, his back rippling with defined muscles. The steady beats of "SexyBack" played through the speakers, but the real show was him. Sweat glistened down his tanned skin, and with every grunt of effort, a subtle ripple of whispers spread among the women glancing shyly in his direction.

As he pulled himself up for the last time, his phone buzzed from the bench nearby. Dropping to his feet, he grabbed a towel, casually wiping his sweat while checking the screen. The caller ID read "Wooshik."

With a sigh, he answered, "Lieutenant Wooshik, didn't I make it clear we don't call on off days? Or did you forget I actually have one today?"

A sharp crack of gunfire and muffled shouts echoed from the other side of the line. The man's expression hardened immediately.

"Lieutenant Seojoon!" Wooshik's voice was frantic, breathing ragged. "I'm sorry, Captain, but we're in deep! It's an ambush—gone south fast! Backup's delayed, and we're pinned down—hostages too. You're the only one I could think to call!"

"Dammit," the man growled, grabbing his jacket while pulling up his location app. His thumb hovered as the app zeroed in on Wooshik's signal—several miles out. "What's the count?"

"Twelve hostiles. Lieutenant Seojoon's hit but stable—for now. Captain... we need you."

The man flung his towel aside, slinging on his jacket and striding out of the gym. His boots hit the ground with purpose. "Hang tight. I'm en route," he said, voice steely, gripping his phone tighter. "Tracker's up. I'll be there in ten. Phantom's on the way."

Mounting his motorcycle, he jammed on his helmet and revved the engine, cutting through the gasps and glances of those still lingering inside. The bike roared as he raced out of the parking lot, weaving through traffic with laser focus.

On the other end of the call, Wooshik's shaky exhale was barely audible over the chaos. "Thanks, Taehyung... I knew you wouldn't leave us."

Taehyung smirked grimly as he sped through the city streets. "You can owe me one later. Right now, just stay alive till I get there."

The streets buzzed with life as Taehyung navigated his motorbike through the chaos, weaving between cars, street vendors, and the occasional startled pedestrian. His hands gripped the handlebars tightly, his heart pounding not just from the speed but from the urgency. Each turn was precise, cutting through tight alleyways and bustling markets, his focus razor-sharp. The rumble of the engine echoed in narrow lanes as he avoided red lights by finding creative shortcuts.

At one corner, just outside a cozy coffee shop, Taehyung almost collided with a man stepping out with a steaming cup. He swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the man, but the sudden movement caused the man to jolt, spilling coffee all over himself. Taehyung skidded to a stop, glancing back at the scene with wide eyes. He quickly bowed deeply from the seat of his bike, shouting, "I'm so sorry!" before speeding off, too pressed for time to stay longer.