Someone who is loved,
   Never gets lost....

Kai's confident grin vanished instantly. "What?!"

Jungkook's smile deepened. "Surprised? Hiding your father in the dungeon wasn't your smartest move, Jongin." He twisted Kai's arm sharply and delivered a crushing punch to his cheek, sending him stumbling. "But Jimin outsmarted you. And let me tell you—it felt amazing to put a bullet through his skull with my favorite gun." Jungkook chuckled darkly, the memory flickering across his mind like a twisted prize.

Kai's breath hitched in disbelief. Blood trickled down his chin, and the sting of betrayal filled his chest like poison. Before he could recover, a cold, feminine voice interrupted the moment.

"So... now do you see why I was smiling earlier?"

Both men turned their heads toward the sound. There, in the throne-like chair that once belonged to Kai, sat the Queen of Titans—S—in all her victorious glory.

Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, slightly ruffled by the cool midnight breeze drifting through the shattered window. The flickering, broken lights cast eerie shadows across her face, making her look like a ghostly specter of death. She sat with her legs draped lazily over the desk, spinning a reloaded revolver on her finger, every movement deliberate and terrifyingly calm. The blood stains on her face only added to her dangerous allure, making her look more like a devil than a woman.

"I knew I'd already won," she whispered, her voice as cold as the night wind. "The moment Jungkook confirmed the death of Goojung, it was over."

Kai's stomach dropped at her words. He knew the rules of the underworld all too well—if the leader of a gang died, his rivals had every right to take over.

"Then why did you fight?" Kai rasped, his voice thick with regret. "Why risk your life when you could've claimed victory without a fight? You almost died... If Jungkook had been even a minute late—"

S leaned forward slightly, her eyes glittering with sadistic amusement. "Because it's fun," she said, her laugh dry and devoid of warmth. "Winning without a fight is boring. Life is all about taking risks, bud."

Her smile turned sharp and sinister. "And as for you... I'm not just here to win. I'm here to make you suffer—for what you did to Arin." She leaned back with a satisfied grin. "I won't kill you just yet. No... I'll make sure you beg me to end your miserable life."

Her words slithered through the air like a curse, sending a cold shiver down Kai's spine. For the first time, he understood just how badly he had miscalculated. Greed had driven him to challenge the Titans, but now he stood at the edge of his own ruin, staring into the abyss he had foolishly provoked.

"Kneel."

Kai blinked, stunned by the command. "What?"

Jungkook's smile widened, as if savoring the moment. "Do it, Jongin. If you're lucky, she might go easy on you... by about half a percent."

Humiliated and with no way out, Kai hesitated, but the sharp edge of survival urged him forward. Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered himself to his knees, his pride shattered.

Just as he knelt, salvation seemed to appear—several Dark Squad members burst into the room, their swords gleaming in the dim light. For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in Kai's eyes.

But it was crushed as quickly as it arrived.

S didn't hesitate. Bang! A bullet tore through Kai's shoulder, making him scream in agony. Before he could even process the pain, Jungkook delivered a swift, brutal strike to his neck, knocking him unconscious. Kai crumpled to the ground.

Jungkook drew his revolver, his back pressed firmly against S's. Both siblings now stood shoulder to shoulder, facing down the armed men before them. Sri's patience snapped. "Enough of this." She raised her weapon.

The gunfire erupted, fast and relentless. S and Jk fired in perfect sync, their bullets finding their marks with deadly precision. Jungkook's shots were eerily precise—every bullet hit vital points, dropping their targets instantly. The room filled with deafening blasts, screams, and the metallic tang of blood.

When their revolvers finally clicked empty, three enemies still remained, swords drawn.

Without missing a beat, the two Titans sprang into action. One man lunged at Jungkook, but he caught the attacker's wrist mid-swing and smashed his fist into the man's face. Sri was quicker—she delivered a swift kick to the attacker's groin, dropping him like a stone.

The siblings moved as one—fluid and deadly. Every strike was perfectly timed. When one attacked, the other defended, their synergy flawless. It was a lethal dance that no enemy could match.

The remaining two enemies roared and charged. Sri leaped onto Jungkook's bent knee and launched herself into the air. Her fists connected with both enemies' heads with a sickening thud. Before they could recover, Jungkook disarmed them with a swift, practiced motion, flinging their swords across the room.

One enemy tried to retaliate, but Jungkook ducked just in time. S's blade was already flying through the air. It buried itself deep into the attacker's chest before he even realized what had happened.

The last surviving man, paralyzed with fear, made a desperate choice—he dragged his blade across his throat, ending his life to avoid a more agonizing death.

The room fell silent. Bodies littered the ground, and blood soaked the shattered glass beneath their feet. For the first time, the Dark Squads had witnessed the true terror of facing the Titan siblings in battle. Not even Kai, their best fighter, had stood a chance.

Sri and Jungkook exchanged a brief glance, their breathing heavy but victorious.

Moments later, S stood at the Dark Squad's reception desk, her revolver casually slung in her hand. The gang members still fighting each other froze at the sight of her—panting, blood-streaked, and triumphant.

"Your boss is dead!" her voice rang out, cold and commanding. "And as of now, the Titans officially take over the Dark Squads!"

The room fell eerily silent.

"My rule begins now," she continued, her tone laced with quiet menace. "If you remain loyal, you will be treated with respect. But cross me..." She let the implication hang in the air, her dark eyes daring anyone to challenge her. "And you'll face a nightmare worse than death."

Slowly, one by one, the remaining gang members lowered their heads in submission. No one dared to protest.

The Dark Squad was now theirs—body, soul, and blood.

.........

1-month latter.

"Oxygen level, normal."

Taehyung gave a quick nod to the anesthetist, his entire focus on the fragile, pulsating heart cradled between his palms. The patient's life now hung in delicate balance. The man's family—his wife and two small children—had pleaded desperately for Taehyung to save him. He could still hear the little girl's trembling voice: "Please, Doctor... Save my Appa."

Children were his weakness. How could he let them lose their father? Determined, Taehyung willed his hands steady and focused entirely on the delicate surgery, each move precise and methodical. For two grueling hours, the cardiothoracic team battled against time and death, their faces tight with concentration, sweat glistening under the bright surgical lights. And finally...It was done.

With a heavy sigh of relief, Taehyung stepped back from the operating table. The surgery was a success.

He exited the operating theater with Yoongi trailing behind him. As they approached the patient's family, Taehyung gave the wife a subtle but reassuring nod. Her tear-filled eyes widened with gratitude, and she clasped her hands in silent prayer.

Inside the doctor's washroom, Taehyung peeled off the bloodied gloves and green tunic, tossing them into the laundry bin. His hands trembled slightly, the weight of the surgery still lingering in his bones.

"I thought I forgot how to do this," he admitted quietly, glancing at Yoongi. "It's been almost eight months since I last performed surgery."

Yoongi snorted, shaking his head as he washed his hands. "You? Out of practice? You're the best surgeon I've ever known, Dr. Kim. No way you'd mess this up."

Taehyung chuckled softly, the sound dry but genuine. Despite his exhaustion, a flicker of joy sparked inside him. It felt good to be back in the operating room, back where he belonged. The Savior Hospital staff had missed him; it was clear in the way they greeted him with relief earlier.

Yet even as he reveled in the return to his temporarily chaotic life, a shadow loomed at the back of his mind—Sri.

She was always there, haunting the corners of his thoughts. He had left behind the life they once shared for this... but at what cost? His heart still ached for her, every beat a reminder of the woman who owned his soul. His hands might have saved one life today, but inside, he was still broken.

As if the universe mocked him, Taehyung's gaze fell upon the day's newspaper. On the front page, a silhouette of a woman's face—blacked out with a bold question mark—stared back at him. His heart clenched painfully. It was her.

He scanned the accompanying article. The police were still searching for the Titans, but S remained elusive. Hoseok's statement was published too, but the officer had chosen not to reveal her identity. Why hadn't he exposed her? Hoseok had met her face-to-face.

Taehyung felt a deep, familiar ache stirring in his chest.

He exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the emotions threatening to pull him under. Focus. Focus on the present. But just as he glanced away from the newspaper, a voice from the television caught his attention.

"Breaking News: The Titans have been spotted on the Hangang Bridge. Police are surrounding S and her group. The situation remains tense. TVC News reporting live."

Taehyung froze. The world around him blurred into nothingness. His heart slammed against his ribcage.

Sri...

She was alive. She was back.

The camera zoomed in on her, standing defiantly on the bridge, her gaze locked on the lens as if she could see right through it—see him. It felt as if her fiery eyes were burning into his soul, calling him back to her.

"TAEHYUNG!" The sudden shout shattered his trance. He turned abruptly to find Yoongi standing beside him, his face a mix of confusion and concern. "Tae, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's her..." Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible. "She's back."

Yoongi frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean—"

Before Yoongi could finish, a nurse burst into the room, panic etched across her face. "Doctor! The patient's condition is deteriorating! His heartbeat is fluctuating rapidly!" It was the same patient Taehyung had just operated on.

"Dr. Kim, we need to move!" Yoongi urged, tugging on Taehyung's sleeve.

But Taehyung stood frozen, his mind spinning. Sri is back. The thought consumed him, leaving no room for rationality. "I need to go to her. I have to go. She's waiting for me."

Yoongi's expression darkened. "You can't be serious right now. That man is dying! We need to get to him—now! S is a fugitive, Tae. Why do you even care?!"

"She's not a criminal!" Taehyung's voice erupted, louder than he intended, startling everyone nearby. Heads turned, and the hospital's reception area fell into stunned silence.

"I need to see her... I need to ask for her forgiveness. I have to go." His words were desperate, each syllable laced with a heartache too deep to ignore.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, mortified by the scene unfolding before him. "Taehyung," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Everyone is watching. Pull yourself together!"

But Tae was beyond reason. "I don't care what anyone thinks. She's all that matters. To me... she's my world."

Yoongi stared at him, stunned into silence. It took him a few seconds to process what he had just heard. The brilliant, compassionate Dr. Kim Taehyung had fallen for the most wanted criminal in the world.

Before Tae could bolt, Yoongi's instincts kicked in. He grabbed the younger man's arm firmly. "I understand. But right now, we have a job to do. That man's life is in our hands, Tae. You made a promise to his wife and children—remember? If we don't save him now, he'll die. We prioritize our patients above everything else. That's what it means to be a doctor."

Taehyung's chest heaved as he fought the storm of emotions within him. His eyes shut tightly, and for a moment, he stood on the precipice between love and duty, teetering dangerously close to the edge.

Then, with a sharp inhale, he forced himself to let go. "Let's go," he whispered, his voice heavy with reluctant acceptance. Together, he and Yoongi sprinted back into the heart of Savior Hospital determined to perserved the life they had just saved.

The book is going to end very soon. I am sad. :( I kinda loved writing this ff.

Ps. I am thinking to write a Super hero jjk book next.
Drop a ❤ if u are liking the idea.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG.