I may not be the perfect lover, but I love you with all my heart...

Sorry chimes, it took me sometime but I finally completed designing the official logo of the Titans.

Jongin, known as Kai, sat in his dimly lit office, leaning back in his chair when one of his men burst through the door, limping and bleeding. Kai's expression shifted from calm to alarm the moment he noticed the man's injuries—deep gunshot wounds to his thigh and shoulder.

"How the hell did you get shot?" Kai demanded, standing up abruptly, anger flickering in his eyes. "Don't tell me you failed..."

The injured man's face twisted in pain as he clutched his bleeding thigh. "I'm sorry, boss... but she defeated all of us. I'm the only one who made it out alive." His voice wavered, trembling under both fear and agony.

Kai's expression darkened like a storm cloud. "There were thirty of you, and only two of them! How the hell did you lose?!"

"The doctor helped her, boss!" the man stammered, his voice desperate. "He was a skilled fighter!"

Kai's eyes narrowed dangerously, disbelief contorting his face. "Am I a joke to you? How can a doctor fight trained gangsters?" His voice was sharp with skepticism. "Where would a doctor learn to fight like that? You dare lie to me!"

Without warning, Kai drew his gun and aimed it at the injured man.

"I swear, boss!" the man cried, panic etched across his pale face. "If it weren't for him, S would be dead by now—AAAAAH!" The wounded man howled in agony, falling to the ground as Kai shot the man's other thigh. Blood spread across the cold floor, but he knew his fate was already sealed. 

With Kai's gun still trained on him, the man let out a bitter laugh, his voice hoarse from pain. "She told me to give you a message," he coughed. "Stop hiding in the shadows and confront her. Otherwise..." He smiled through gritted teeth, relishing his final act of defiance. "She said she'll hunt you down herself."

Kai's face twitched with barely restrained fury, but the man kept going. "S... she's inevitable. I'll pray for your peaceful death, boss. See you in hell."

Another gunshot cracked through the room, and the man fell lifeless to the floor. Blood pooled beneath his still body, but the eerie grin on his lips remained—mocking his former boss, even in death. He had served the Dark Squads faithfully for over ten years, and this was how he was rewarded. The gang's lack of diplomacy would cost them dearly in the future.

The words hung in the air, taunting Kai. he exhaled slowly, spinning the gun once in his hand before tucking it away. "Sanky!" he shouted, his voice cold and commanding.

Within seconds, a tall, wiry man rushed into the room. Kai tossed a file toward him, which Sanky caught with quick reflexes, though his puzzled expression lingered.

"Take this file," Kai ordered, "and make sure it reaches Officer Jung. Do not fail."

Sanky gave a low bow before hurrying out of the room without another word.

Kai's lips curled into a sinister smirk as he leaned back in his chair, tapping the gun lightly against the armrest. "Now it's gonna get interesting... Let's see what you do, S." He chuckled to himself. "The police are coming for you, sweetheart, and while you're busy playing cat-and-mouse..." He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the thought, "I'll take the Titans for myself."

.........

It was noon. Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi sat together at a corner table in a quiet restaurant. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as steam curled upward from their cups, while outside, the bustling street unfolded before them through the transparent glass window.

Seokjin took a sip of his coffee, his brow furrowed with worry. "Any good news about my brother?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Hoseok set his cup down, exhaling through his nose. "We've found several clues. It's confirmed—he's with the Titans."

Both Seokjin and Yoongi stiffened at the officer's words, sharing a grim look. They knew what the Titans were capable of. The thought of Taehyung being mistreated, or worse, kept them on edge. In their minds, the worst-case scenarios played out—Taehyung, chained in some dark place, with no way to escape.

"He was spotted on a few street CCTVs," Hoseok continued, "always surrounded by their men."

Seokjin's tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. "At least he's alive..." He whispered, a fleeting sense of relief washing over him. For days, the thought of never seeing Taehyung again had haunted him. Knowing that his brother was alive gave him a flicker of hope, though it came with the knowledge that the situation was still dire.

"How long do you think it'll take to get him back?" Yoongi asked quietly, tapping his fingers against the table. His voice carried a hint of impatience. He missed Taehyung—not just as a superior but as a friend. Everyone at Savior Hospital felt the void Taehyung's absence had left behind.

Hoseok lowered his gaze, struggling to offer any concrete answer. "I... I'm doing everything I can. We'll get him back. And we'll arrest S along the way."

"Please, bring him back safe and sound," Seokjin murmured, his eyes full of silent desperation.

Hoseok gave a firm nod, acknowledging the weight of Seokjin's request. "I will. I promise."

Yoongi checked his watch and sighed. "We should get going, Uijangnim. I have an OT in an hour."

Seokjin pressed his lips into a tight line, nodding reluctantly. "Thank you for meeting us, Officer Hoseok. We'll take our leave now."

As the doctors stood, Hoseok followed suit. Before they turned to leave, he gave them a parting warning. "Since you're close to Taehyung, you might become targets. Be cautious. Call me immediately if anything feels off."

"We will," Seokjin assured him, placing a reassuring hand on Hoseok's shoulder before he and Yoongi headed out of the restaurant.

Hoseok lingered behind, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His gaze landed on a masked man dressed in all black, seated a few tables away. The man had been glancing at them furtively throughout the conversation, and Hoseok's instincts screamed trouble.

Their eyes met briefly—just long enough for Hoseok to confirm his suspicion. The man's presence wasn't a coincidence. He had a reason for being there. A spy from the Titans, Hoseok guessed. The timing was too perfect for it to be otherwise.

The stranger held Hoseok's gaze for a few seconds before abruptly standing and walking out of the restaurant. Hoseok watched him leave, eyes locked on his retreating figure until the door swung shut behind him. Something about the encounter didn't sit right.

Just as Hoseok turned back, his gaze fell on a brown file lying on the man's table. His brows furrowed. Did he leave that behind intentionally? He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before picking it up.

Opening the file, Hoseok's heart skipped a beat. Inside were high-quality, full-color photographs—clear images of the Titans' core members: S, Jimin, Jungkook, Arin, and... Taehyung. Each picture was tagged with notes indicating locations they had frequented.

But what made Hoseok's pulse race was the fact that all of their faces were fully revealed. It was everything he needed to take the investigation to the next level. No longer would they be chasing ghosts—now, they had solid evidence.

On the final page, a message was scrawled in black ink:
"I want to see the end of the Titans."

Hoseok stared at the ominous words for a moment, gripping the file tightly in his hands. This wasn't just a tip-off—someone wanted revenge. Someone had intentionally handed him a weapon against the Titans.

Without wasting another second, Hoseok sprinted toward the door, pushing past tables and chairs. He rushed outside, scanning the street for the masked man, but the stranger was already gone—disappeared into the crowded city. Hoseok clicked his tongue in frustration.

Who was that man? The question gnawed at him. What was his motive for helping the investigation?

As the officer clutched the file against his chest, a thought crossed his mind. "Maybe..." he muttered under his breath, "...one of their victims."

A small chuckle escaped Hoseok's lips as he glanced down at the file again, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. It won't be long now. The Titans will fall... and I'll be there to see it happen.

............

Sri's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering into the room. For a brief moment, she froze, startled to find herself lying beside Taehyung.

(A/N: Yah! Byuntae readers! Don't get any ideas—this isn't what you're thinking! Of course, they didn't... not yet, at least 😉)

She lay still, taking in the unfamiliar sensation of waking up next to someone. It was so different from her usual mornings, where the bed always felt cold, lifeless, and empty. But today, Tae's presence gave the morning an unusual warmth. His face was half-buried in the pillow, soft brown hair sticking out wildly in all directions, and his slightly parted lips released soft, rhythmic snores.

A small smile formed on Sri's lips as she watched him sleep. How can a 27-year-old man look this innocent? she wondered. His arm draped lazily around her waist, pulling her close even in his dreams. For the first time in years, she felt something she hadn't realized she was missing—comfort. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine that they were a normal couple, that she was just a wife waking up beside her husband after a peaceful night's sleep.

But reality crashed back in—she knew their lives were anything but normal. They were entangled in a chaotic world where softness like this was a rare luxury.

Taehyung stirred slightly under her gaze. His eyelashes fluttered before his sleepy brown eyes slowly opened. A drowsy smile stretched across his lips, forming his signature boxy grin that never failed to make hearts skip a beat. His voice came out soft and hoarse, dripping with warmth. "Why are you so far?" he murmured, his hand tugging at her waist. "Come here."

Before she could react, he pulled her closer, wrapping her tightly in his arms as if she were a teddy bear.

Sri's heart betrayed her—thumping erratically at the unexpected intimacy. Damn it, how does he do this to me? His deep, husky morning voice made her cheeks flush with heat. She cursed herself for blushing like some inexperienced schoolgirl. Yet, despite herself, she melted into his warmth, surrendering to the rare comfort she felt in his embrace.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his chest, burying her face against him. His scent—fresh and soothing—wrapped around her like a cocoon. Snuggling closer, she closed her eyes again, savoring the rare peace they shared, even though she knew it couldn't last forever. But in this fleeting moment, she let herself forget everything—just for him.

Arin and Jimin sat stiffly at the table, their expressions tense and troubled. Something had happened—something neither of them could ignore.

"Hyung, this is bad... she's getting distracted by that doctor," Arin muttered, frustration lacing his voice.

Jimin sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "As much as I hate to admit it, Taehyung is her only weak point."

"Our men have noticed the change in her behavior around him," Arin continued grimly. "They're growing restless. Some are starting to rebel—they think she's prioritizing the doctor over the gang. They're demanding justice. They want Taehyung dead."

Jimin's jaw clenched tightly in anger. "I know. I've been worried about the same thing. If she falters, we'll fracture from the inside. Titans will fall if the queen becomes weak."

Before they could delve further, a commanding voice interrupted their thoughts. "What's the matter? You both look tense."

Both men snapped their heads toward the source. Sri was sitting casually on the single couch, a coffee mug in hand. They hadn't noticed her enter, so absorbed were they in their conversation.

Arin scanned the room, relieved to find that Taehyung wasn't around. The doctor always seemed to cling to Sri like a shadow, and Arin despised it. He envied the way she let Tae get close to her—something no one else was allowed to do.

"Sri," Arin began urgently, "you have to do something about Taehyung. The men want him dead. They think if S is a woman of her word, she needs to act accordingly."

Sri's fingers tightened around the mug, and her eyes darkened ominously. "And why is that? Did I fail on a mission? Or did I not pay their salaries on time?"

"Boss, they believe you're distracted because of him," Arin admitted hesitantly.

"Shall I show them my power?" Her voice was low, cold, and laced with menace.

Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to rein her in. "Sri... we can't kill our own men. That will only weaken us from the inside. Our strength lies in their loyalty, and that loyalty is built on respect."

Sri bit her lip in frustration, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. "I understand," she muttered. "Don't worry about it for now. I'll figure out a way to handle this. Titans will always be my first priority." She stood, signaling that the conversation was over.

Jimin watched her leave, tension still knotting in his chest. He liked Taehyung and wanted him to survive, but his hands were tied. Titans came first. "I wish Jungkook was here..." he whispered, missing his friend's steady presence. Jungkook had a way of solving problems—his solutions were always practical and effective. Even Sri valued his decisions above all others.

In his absence, everyone in the gang began to understand how crucial Jungkook was. Sri might have elevated the Titans, but Jungkook had kept their foundation solid and grounded. 

Sri stood by the large window, lost in thought. The morning's conversation weighed heavily on her mind. How could she rein in the men without tearing the gang apart? She knew her feelings for Taehyung had distracted her, but she hadn't made any fatal mistakes—yet. Would she be able to keep her focus in the future? Had she made a mistake by letting Taehyung into her heart?

Her thoughts drifted to their late-night conversation, the promises they had exchanged. She had vowed to stay with him, no matter what. But now... the only viable solution seemed to be killing him. Could she really do that after everything they had shared?

The idea of silencing the rebellious men by sheer force tempted her. She could easily destroy them—rip out their tongues if she had to. But how many could she kill before it backfired? Eventually, Titans would suffer, and she couldn't let that happen.

The sky outside was painted with the fading hues of twilight as Sri massaged her temples, still unable to reach a solution. The logical answer was to eliminate Taehyung—but the thought made her chest ache. Could she sacrifice him for the sake of the gang?

Suddenly, a familiar voice snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts. "You look stressed. Is something bothering you?"

Sri turned abruptly to find Taehyung standing behind her, his eyes filled with quiet concern. "It's nothing you need to worry about," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Tae tilted his head, unconvinced. "You know you can talk to me. Whatever it is, I'll try to help."

His genuine kindness made her heart twist painfully. No one had ever spoken to her like that before—with such softness and care. Was she getting weaker? Had she allowed herself to grow too attached to him? She stared at him, her mind blank. How did this happen? When did I start needing him?

In that moment, Sri realized the depth of her feelings for Taehyung. If it ever came down to choosing between him and the Titans, it would tear her apart. She loved him deeply, perhaps too deeply.

The story is going to get spicy... Ones who are reading this chapter have already completed half of this book....

The book will speed up from now. I intend to complete it within 40 to 45 chaps.

The suspense of this book isn't 'what will happen next'... its 'when will it happen.' Like some readers comment that the book was predictable.  It was intentionally made one....

A picture I took today...

Here is the image depicting Sri's character—dangerously beautiful yet dead from the inside.