"What the...?" she murmured. She had never even tried on something like that.
She reached deeper.
A pair of stilettos. Black. Brutal-looking. She blinked at them, confused. She hadn't packed these.
Her fingers wrapped around a hard metallic object tucked inside a sock. She pulled it out.
It was some kind of strange tech device-like a thick USB with no brand, no markings, nothing familiar. Cold. Weighted.
A shiver crawled down her spine.
She sat still.
Then quickly zipped the suitcase shut. Her mind tried to race, but all it could manage was: I got the wrong bag.
She turned on her phone to check if any airport staff had called. Nothing.
Nothing except a text from an unknown number.
Just five words.
"You took what was ours."
YN dropped the phone.
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In a city not too far from her, in a dimly lit concrete room, a man lay bleeding on the floor.
He was the one who should have retrieved the suitcase. The one who failed.
A gunshot rang out.
The body collapsed in silence.
Taehyung stood beside the fallen man, brushing blood from his sleeve with quiet annoyance. He didn't like being sent in after amateurs. But now the job was his.
His phone buzzed again.
"Your window is short. Find the girl. Retrieve the case. No unnecessary bodies unless required."
Taehyung smirked, cracking his knuckles.
"She already looks like trouble."
He pulled up her profile one last time. Studied her face.
There was something odd in the softness of her expression. Something strange in the way she didn't look scared in that photo-even though she should be.
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She stood in her bathroom, staring at her own reflection.
Something was wrong.
The world hadn't changed-but she had. In just hours, reality felt less like life and more like a maze she hadn't signed up to play.
She looked down at the device again, hidden now inside a drawer.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number
" GIVE THAT SUITCASE TO US , DONT CALL POLICE ."
And outside her house, beneath the shade of an old neem tree, someone lit a cigarette. A man in a dark coat, watching the warm glow of the window where she stood.
It was cold.
Not in temperature-but in the kind of way that crept beneath skin, anchored itself behind the ribs, and made the lungs ache just from breathing. Y-N sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers clenched around the hem of her oversized hoodie like it could ground her. Like she wouldn't float into chaos if she just held tight enough.
The suitcase sat open in front of her.
Not hers.
She didn't pack a graphite-black case with no branding, no tags, no smell of airports or people. And it definitely didn't carry what she'd found inside.
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CONDITION RED : Kim Taehyung FF
Fanfiction"To the girl who was marked to die- And the version of himself that did." Y/N didn't ask for this. It was supposed to be a girls' trip. A few days of laughter, beaches, and blurry memories. But somewhere between the airport terminal and the baggage...
CHAPTER 2 - THE UNTOUCHED STORM
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