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"We follow the plan," a voice came from the shadows. Namjoon stepped forward, looking stressed, holding a file. "Taehyung and Jimin are securing the perimeter. Ira is taking care of the last of the paperwork."

"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. reshmi_BTS_luciferzip

Reshmi knew what that meant. Their enemy was close. The seven members—the seven deadly sins they often jokingly, yet darkly, referred to themselves—were in danger, and they had been trying to protect her from the fallout. "We follow the plan," a voice came from the shadows

"Run?" She recalled Namjoon asking earlier, followed by her own shaky reply. "How? He would just shoot us as soon as we leave the house." Ira is taking care of the last of the paperwork

The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick with tension, smelling of expensive cologne and gun oil. Reshmi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the Seoul skyline, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here—she was supposed to be safe. But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with a terrifyingly calm stare, had told her about their blood pact.