Seokjin's heart leaped with joy as he spotted Taehyung standing amidst the chaos, his familiar face a beacon of hope in the darkness. He couldn't believe his eyes. After five long years, he was finally seeing his friend again.

A wave of emotions washed over Seokjin, a mix of relief, gratitude, and a hint of disbelief. He couldn't fathom how Taehyung had found him, how he had managed to infiltrate Jungkook's stronghold. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that Taehyung was here, and they were finally reunited.

Seokjin tightened his grip on Jung-eon, his son nestled safely in his arms. The sight of Taehyung filled him with renewed strength, a determination to protect his son and escape this nightmare.

As he approached Taehyung, Seokjin couldn't help but notice the changes in his friend. Taehyung was still the same kind and compassionate person he always was, but there was a new edge to him, a hardened determination that reflected the trials he had endured.

"Taehyung, what?" Taehyung held his hand to stop.

"I'm fine, don't worry. You're looking for Hoseok. He was in my hotel room. Don't worry about Jungkook's men. They return to their station." Taehyung smiled, giving the assurance that, Jungkook wouldn't bother them.

Seokjin's heart swelled with relief as he watched Hoseok, his dear friend, slowly regaining his strength. The sight of Hoseok lying there, his body battered and bruised but his spirit undimmed, filled Seokjin with gratitude.

He turned to Taehyung, his eyes shining with admiration. "Thank you, Taehyung," Seokjin said, his voice filled with emotion. "You saved Hoseok's life."

Taehyung smiled humbly. "I just did what I had to do," he said. "Hoseok is my friend, and I would do anything for him."

Seokjin nodded, his heart overflowing with gratitude for his two loyal friends. They had been through so much together, and their bond had only grown stronger with each passing trial.

He knew that they would face many more challenges in the future, but he also knew that they would face them together, their friendship a beacon of light guiding them through the darkness.

As he watched Hoseok rest peacefully, Seokjin couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. With his friends by his side, he knew that they could overcome anything.

A wave of fatigue washed over Jungkook as he approached his mother's office. The day had been long and arduous, filled with conflict and turmoil. He had seen the darkest depths of human nature, and it had left him feeling weary and disillusioned.

With a heavy heart, he pushed open the door, the scent of his mother's perfume enveloping him like a comforting embrace. His mother, Boram, was sitting at her desk, her eyes filled with concern as she noticed the pain etched on his face.

"Jungkook," she said, her voice filled with tenderness. "What's wrong?"

Jungkook collapsed into the chair opposite his mother, his head falling into her lap. She gently stroked his hair, her touch soothing his troubled soul.

"I'm tired, Mother," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm tired of fighting, tired of the pain, tired of the darkness."

Boram's heart ached for her son. She had witnessed the transformation he had undergone, the way the darkness had consumed his once kind and compassionate spirit.

She began to sing his favorite lullaby, her voice soft and melodious, weaving a web of comfort around him. As he listened to her soothing voice, Jungkook felt a sense of peace wash over him.

The familiar words of the lullaby transported him back to his childhood, a time of innocence and joy, a time when the world was a place of wonder and beauty.

In his mother's lap, he felt safe and secure, the weight of his troubles lifting from his shoulders. For a moment, he forgot the pain and darkness that had consumed him, allowing himself to be enveloped by the love and compassion that radiated from his mother's heart.

As the last notes of the lullaby faded away, Jungkook felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that the battle was far from over, but he also knew that he was not alone. He had his mother's love and support, a beacon of light that would guide him through the darkness.

With a deep breath, Jungkook rose from his mother's lap, his eyes filled with newfound resolve. He would face the challenges that lay ahead, but he would do so with his mother's love in his heart, a source of strength and resilience that would never be extinguished.

Boram's eyes welled up with tears as she watched her son, Jungkook, struggle with the turmoil within him. She had seen the darkness that had consumed him, the pain and anger that had transformed him into a stranger.

"Jungkook," she said, her voice trembling with emotion, "you don't have to do this. You can still leave, you can still escape from this life."

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes filled with a grim determination. "No, Mother," he said, his voice resolute. "I can't leave. I have to face my demons, I have to confront the mistakes I've made."

Boram knew that Jungkook was right, that he could not run from his past forever. But she also knew that the path he had chosen would be fraught with danger, a journey into the darkest depths of his own soul.

"I'll be with you, Jungkook," she said, her voice filled with unwavering support. "I'll be there every step of the way."

Jungkook nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He knew that he needed his mother's love and support, that he could not face this alone.

That night, Jungkook proved himself to be a man of action, a leader who could command respect and loyalty. But he also proved to be a man haunted by his past, a man who still carried the wounds of his father's abandonment.

The memory of Seokjin and Jung-eon weighed heavily on his heart, a constant reminder of the family he had lost. He knew that his actions had driven them away, that he had failed in his role as a father.

As he stood alone in the darkness, Jungkook felt a pang of regret, a longing for the life he had once had. But he knew that he could not dwell on the past, that he had to focus on the future, on making amends for his mistakes.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Jungkook set out on a path of redemption, determined to reclaim his honor and rebuild the life he had shattered. He knew that the journey would be long and arduous, but he was no longer afraid. He had his mother's love, his newfound determination, and the promise of a brighter future to guide him through the darkness.

He lift his phone and call his secretary

"Hello Lisa, can you book me a flight back to Korea."