As Jimin left Rosalia’s apartment, the weight of the world pressed heavily on his shoulders. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He had always been good at compartmentalizing his emotions, but leaving Rosalia behind felt different. It was like a part of him was being pulled away, and the thought of danger looming over her made his heart race with anxiety.

His car ride to the meeting point was filled with silence, each mile adding to the tension building inside him. He gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, trying to focus on the mission ahead. They had received intel about a rival gang moving into their territory, and Jimin had been tasked with gathering information on their operations.

As he arrived at the designated location, a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town, his heart raced. He stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. The warehouse was bustling with activity, and he could hear the low hum of voices and machinery as he approached.

“Jimin!” Namjoon called out, waving him over. His friend stood with a group of their associates, each one looking equally serious. “You’re right on time. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“Yeah, I just hope we can keep this clean,” Jimin replied, a hint of worry lacing his voice. “The last thing I want is for Rosalia to get caught up in any of this.”

Namjoon nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “We’ll make sure to keep it under wraps. Your priority is to gather intel and get back safely. We’ve got your back.”

As they settled into their meeting, Jimin did his best to focus on the plans laid out in front of them. They discussed the rival gang’s movements, strategizing ways to counter their influence and ensure their own operations remained secure. But even amidst the urgency, his mind kept drifting back to Rosalia—the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, the warmth of her laughter, and the softness of her touch.

Hours passed, but it felt like an eternity. They reviewed maps, analyzed patterns, and shared intel, yet all Jimin could think about was how he wished he could be with her, reassuring her that everything was okay. As the meeting wrapped up, he felt a sense of urgency to get back to her, to check in and make sure she was alright.

“Jimin, we’re heading out in a few,” Namjoon said, noticing Jimin’s distracted demeanor. “Are you good to go?”

“Yeah, I just—” Jimin hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I need to check on someone first. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Alright, just be careful,” Namjoon said, concern evident in his voice.

Jimin nodded and quickly made his way back to his car, dialing Rosalia’s number as he drove. It rang a few times before she finally picked up.

“Jimin?” Her voice was soft and a little scratchy, sending a wave of concern crashing over him.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just wanted to check in.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, though he could hear the hint of exhaustion in her tone. “I just…missed you. I was hoping you’d call.”

“I miss you too,” he admitted, his heart aching with each word. “I’m just at a meeting right now, but I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her tone shifting to one of concern.

“Yeah, just a little busy,” he said, not wanting to worry her further. “How about you? Did you eat anything?”

“I had some soup,” she replied. “But I think I’ll make myself something a little more filling later. Just watching some TV and trying not to think about you being away.”

“Good. Keep your mind busy,” he said, trying to sound upbeat. “I’ll be home soon, I promise. Just hang tight for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she said softly. “I just wish you were here. It’s lonely without you.”

“I know,” he said, feeling the ache in his chest deepen. “But I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I have a surprise planned, just for you.”

“Really? What is it?” she asked, her voice brightening.

“Not telling,” he teased, trying to lift her spirits. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Ugh, you’re such a tease,” she laughed lightly.

Jimin felt a warmth spread through him at the sound of her laughter. “I’ll talk to you soon, alright? Stay safe, and text me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” she said, her voice softening. “Be careful, Jimin. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, a sense of determination washing over him.

As he hung up, Jimin’s resolve strengthened. He had to finish this mission quickly and get back to her. The thought of her waiting for him made him feel like he was fighting for something greater than himself.

Later that evening, after a long day of surveillance, Jimin and his team gathered their findings. They had learned critical information about the rival gang’s operations, including their supply routes and distribution points. Jimin felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of finally putting their plans into action.

“Alright, let’s regroup and formulate our strategy,” Namjoon said, rallying the group. “Jimin, you’ll take point on the operation since you know the layout best.”

“Got it,” Jimin replied, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. They had a solid plan in place, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread creeping in. The stakes were high, and he couldn’t let anything happen to Rosalia while he was out there.

As they finalized the details, Jimin’s phone buzzed with a text from Rosalia. He glanced at it, a smile creeping onto his face as he read her message.

*Just finished making dinner. Can’t wait for you to come back and eat with me!*

His heart swelled at the thought of sharing a meal with her again, the simple act of eating together feeling like a treasured moment. He quickly typed back.

*I’ll be home soon. Save some for me!*

As the night wore on, Jimin felt the adrenaline of the mission pulsing through him. They prepared for the operation, double-checking their gear and ensuring everything was in place. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Rosalia and the life they were building together.

Finally, it was time to head out. Jimin took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He knew this mission was essential for their safety, but the anxiety of being away from Rosalia clawed at his insides.

They arrived at the target location, a run-down warehouse similar to the one where they had held their meeting earlier. The atmosphere was tense, and Jimin could feel the electricity in the air as they made their way inside.

“Stick to the plan, and we’ll get in and out,” Namjoon instructed, his tone firm. “Jimin, you’re with me. Let’s find out what we can.”

Jimin nodded, his heart racing as they entered the building. The interior was dimly lit, shadows lurking in every corner. They moved stealthily, listening for any signs of life as they navigated through the narrow hallways.

As they split up, Jimin felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. The rush of the mission invigorated him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability creeping back in.

“Remember, we’re only here to gather intel,” Namjoon reminded him. “If things go south, we pull back.”

“Understood,” Jimin replied, keeping his focus sharp.

They moved deeper into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Jimin’s senses heightened, alert for any signs of danger. As they rounded a corner, they spotted a group of men gathered around a table, discussing plans for a shipment.

Jimin exchanged a glance with Namjoon, and they crept closer, straining to catch snippets of their conversation.

“Once we get this shipment in, we’ll be set for the next few months,” one man said, rubbing his hands together greedily.

“Yeah, but we need to watch out for the Kim gang,” another warned. “They’ve been sniffing around, trying to take over our territory.”

Jimin’s heart raced at the mention of their rivals. This was the information they needed—this was why they were here.

“Let’s record this,” Jimin whispered to Namjoon, pulling out his phone and capturing the conversation discreetly.

They continued to listen, the tension mounting as the men outlined their plans. Just as they were about to pull back, Jimin’s phone buzzed in his pocket, startling him. He cursed under his breath, hoping it wouldn’t give them away.

“Stay quiet,” Namjoon hissed, glancing back at him.

Jimin quickly silenced his phone, but the damage was done. The men at the table perked up, their conversation halting as they exchanged wary glances.

“Did you hear that?” one of them asked, his voice tense.

Jimin and Namjoon exchanged a panicked look, and without thinking, they turned to retreat. But it was too late. The men were on alert, rising from their seats as they spotted the two intruders.

“Get them!” one shouted, and chaos erupted.