Separation

Safe House – 3:14 a.m.

The room was dim.

The only light came from a flickering lamp and the soft glow of a fireplace.

Jaewook stirred.

The first thing he felt wasn't pain.

It was absence.

He jolted upright, eyes wild—until Hyun Soo placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Boss. You're safe. Calm down."

Jaewook's breath was ragged.

"Minah—Where is she? Where is she?!"

Hyun Soo didn't flinch.

"She's with your father. He sent someone. Dojin was closing in."

"We had to separate you two."

Jaewook stared at him.

That aching pause stretched... until Hyun Soo added, gently:

"I gave her the bracelet."

"She knew it was from you. She nodded. She understood."

Jaewook's shoulders dropped slightly, but the tension never left his face.

That's when Kang Ho stepped in from the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea like peace offerings.

"I know you're angry."

"I knocked you out to save your life."

Jaewook didn't speak.

Kang Ho set the tea down, then looked him straight in the eye.

"But I did something else too."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tablet and tapping into a secure feed.

"The bracelet you gave her?"

"I embedded a micro tracker."

Jaewook's eyes locked onto his.

"You what?"

"A tracker. Discreet. Untraceable. I wasn't about to let her out of our reach."

He turned the screen around.

A blinking red dot.

Alive. Moving. Safe—for now.

"We can find her when the time is right."

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Jaewook closed his eyes.

Relief warred with guilt.

But one thing was clear—

The next move wasn't defense.

It was retaliation.

"Get some rest," Jaewook murmured.

"Tomorrow… we make our plan."

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Remote Situation Room – 3:47 a.m.

The room was cold.

Not physically—but in tone, in precision, in power.

Minah sat quietly in a minimalist space with frosted glass walls, blinking monitors, and men in uniform posted like statues.

Across from her: Han Jaemin.

Not loud. Not cruel.

But powerful in a way that made the entire room obey when he merely nodded.

He looked at her like she was both a daughter-in-law… and a national asset.

"You must be tired," he said calmly.

"Sit down. Drink some water. We'll talk once you're ready."

Minah sat slowly.

He turned to the two men who escorted her in.

"You did well."

They bowed and stepped back.

Within moments, Minah realized something chilling—

She wasn't alone.

She was surrounded.

Jaemin's people weren't just guards.

They were military. Police. Intelligence.

And every one of them stood ready on his command.

He turned back to her.

"Minah… I know my son cares deeply for you."

"But I'm also a father."

He paused—voice steady but unyielding.

"Jaewook can't protect you from Park Dojin. Not in his current condition. Not while he's being hunted."

Minah's throat tightened, but she didn't speak.

"That's why you're here. My men will protect you."

"And we're tracking your father—down to the wire."

"But from this point on…"

"You listen to me. Not Jaewook. Not anyone else."

"You give us everything you know."

There was no threat in his tone.

Just the weight of command.

Minah stared for a long moment.

Then she slowly reached into her bag.

Pulled out her notebook.

And handed it over.

No tears. No hesitation.

Just a quiet surrender—strategic, not weak.

Because if this was war…

Minah was done playing pawn.