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"And this is your room for now" Uncle park says and the door opens—

I step inside, The 40th floor luxury suite is a stunning sight.

A king sized bed sits against one wall with a wide window beside it—the city skyline stretching out into the horizon in a never-ending sea of glass and steel.A long, elegant couch on the left. Beside it, an oak desk complete with lamp, pens, paper...

And through a half-open door in the corner, a glimpse of a large, luxurious bathroom.

I place my laptop and files on the soft comforter, and turn to the window— the city slowly stirs below. Sun is just beginning to set out over the clouds, bathing everything in a warm evening light.

The floor-to-ceiling windows stretch almost the entire wall, a view of the city  stretches for miles under.

The space spreads out, luxurious and expansive. Everything is polished, spotless, it should be in a museum instead of a hotel room in the first place; the plush carpet underfoot, lustrous red in color; the curtains thick, gold-trimmed, and embroidered with symbols of status and wealth…

This is what my life should have been.Like something out of a magazine..

"Your clothes and other accessories are in the cupboard."

I stare over the city—How long has it been since I got to see a view like this?

Since I got to breathe in air that doesn't reek of damp stone or metal?

The hell I endured for so, so long…

Just to have this moment of liberty.A tear runs down my cheek"

Does he... can find me here?"

silence.

A long pause.

"Maybe not"

Relief floods through me—

"But we have to change this hotel in two days."

My heart sinks— i turn to him "Why?"

Silence fills in room.

He doesn't look at me—just stares out the window "Because we can’t take a risk staying here longer than necessary."

A pause.

"Jeon has connections everywhere in Seoul. Police? Mafia? Even some underground hackers work for him"

His eyes finally meet mine — cold but kind beneath their steel. He sighs "You're safe for now. But freedom isn't found by hiding forever… it's built by moving before they catch up.”

I gulp— tears still drying on my cheeks —This isn't an ending.

It’s the beginning of war?

I sink onto a chair near the balcony—soft hum of city streets far below like a distant lullaby.

Uncle Park is right.For now, this is the best we can do.

I hold around the armrests.

The sky is soft now—sunset bleeding into gold and pink, painting Seoul in quiet beauty. Birds glide past; traffic hums below like a distant heartbeat. Everything feels… peaceful.

But in my chest?

Tight.

Like something’s missing—or worse—someone’s watching.

I glance at Uncle Park— he is standing by the door, silent as always—but maybe he can’t shake this feeling off.

"It's too calm."

No alarms.No footsteps outside.

Not even a flicker of movement through that pristine window…

And that? That absence of danger?

That scares me more than anything else ever has before...

Because Jeon doesn’t hide well when he wants to be found…

He waits until you think you're safe —

until your guard drops —

until one breath becomes two... then three...

Then strikes with precision so brutal it rewrites your fate forever...

So no matter how peaceful this room feels, no matter how far we are from his reach—my fingers still tremble under his silence.

Because freedom isn't just escaping chains.

It's learning to breathe without fearing what comes next every single second after.

Minutes go quietly by—just birdsong through the window and the low hum of traffic in the street.I lean back—room is quiet except for the soft clinks of ice in his whiskey glass—his movements slow, deliberate—

Finally, I break the silence with the one question that's still burning a hole inside me "Why...why did you help me?"

Uncle Park's hand freezes mid-sip, the amber liquid glinting under the dim bar light.

Then—slowly—he turns to me. His expression calm, but there’s something deeper in his eyes. Something old.

"You’ve already asked that" he says quiet—not annoyed, just… tired. Like this conversation weighs on him too.

"But i want to know-"

He sets the glass down "...I told you already: it's a family matter." His face serious, devoid of any cockiness or sly grins.

I wait for more.But none comes?

"Just… because of family?"

He exhales sharply—"No."

A pause stretches—the city humming beyond these walls. "It wasn't just about blood ties being broken..." His gaze locks on mine—harder than steel “It was about what kind of man I want my nephew growing up around”

"What do you mean?"

His eyes narrow a bit, Judging me across the room-

The air feels heavier now—thick with unspoken history. His words hang like smoke from a dying fire: cold… bitter…

He turns and lean against the wall, fingers tighten around the glass—knuckles whitening for a split second before he exhales.

I wait for his reply-

City lights flicker across his face as he stares out the window. A long silence stretches between—Maybe its too serious, maybe i shouldn't have ask him this—

"Jungkook’s grandma adopted me when I was two."

A pause.

His voice is steady—but colder now."Me and Jungkook's dad grew up together, Studied side by side in school like brothers should."

Another sip of whiskey.Ice clinks softly against crystal.

"But after years... when my stepmom died—" He lets out a humorless chuckle — "He took everything from me under one excuse—that I wasn't blood.”

His jaw tenses briefly before relaxing again— “Said I didn’t belong. That no matter how many years passed or what kind of man I became...It would never change who raised you versus who gave birth to someone else.”

Quiet hums of traffic from the city below.

His shoulders rise and fall with a sigh.

"Sometimes blood relationships aren't always the strongest"

I sit frozen—And then it hits me.

This wasn’t just about helping me escape Jeon’s world...

It was personal all along."So you helped me because of Jungkook's dad?"

But he doesn't look at me—just stares out that floor-to-ceiling window where Seoul burns gold under sunset light…

"No."

A pause.

“You were just… another one left behind.”

I frown— He sets his glass down without finishing the drink —and turns slightly toward me—His eyes aren't cold or calculating anymore…

They're pained.

Not by anger... but by memory."And after everything....after surviving through hell itself to get here...i couldn't let another innocent life be crushed under feet like mine was."

The room falls so quiet again all I hear is my own heart beating faster—racing faster like it's trying to break through my chest.

I never thought his back story is this traumatic.I can't stop staring at him. The fire burning in his eyes when he talks about the Jeon families past...

"They're too proud of their bloodline" He grits "Too arrogant—From that day... all I wanted was to ruin their bloodline."Cold.Sharp.Unforgiving.

He turns at me—his gaze drops to my lower belly—Breath catches in my throat—i clutch my belly.

And something dark and unreadable flickers in his eyes. Not lust. Not malice.

Recognition.

He scoffs— “Don’t worry, i won't kill this one.”

I freeze—stunned in silence."W-Why?"

He smirks , takes another small sip. "Cause i know you're gonna to kill it by yourself"

My heart sinks-  How does he know about this?

Not “him” or “her.”Just… "It."

As if acknowledging Jungkook’s child growing inside me isn't just survival anymore...It's warfare disguised as life itself.

Because this baby isn’t just hope now…

it’s also proof.Jeon can be broken.

His legacy can burn.

A thousand questions rise up my throat—but I can't find words for any of them.

I just sit there, Frozen in shock.

The city hums beyond that window, a cold contrast to everything inside this room.

My breath still catches in chest—a tangle of emotions, I can’t fully untangle: Shock. Grief. Hope. Disbelief.

But mostly… fear.

A fear I can no longer hide.

He scoffs "But seriously… how could you be so careless that you let him impregnate you?"

A pause.

My eyes burn—tears threatening in the corners—the golden sunset that slowly turning the city into a blur of colors, now feels like a mockery—

"I... I didn't..." My voice cracks "It wasn't—I didn’t have a choice."

"I know you didn't."

I turn at him, His eyes gleam under the last bits of evening light.

Silence falls again—not awkward,but heavy with understanding neither iof us needs say out loud.

Tears stream down my face—hot, silent.

"I want to leave for the U.K."

He snorts in his glass—sharp bitter "Then what about your plan to kill him, huh?"

My blood boils.

"I…I will do it" I snap back "But first—I need this child—to gone before everything else."

A long pause.

City hums beyond—the sound of life moving on while we stand here drowning in consequences no one asked for…

“Alright” he finally speaks, Just that word.No judgment.No coldness either— "I'll manage everything within a few days.”

I nod slowly—

"But first file a case against him."

I glance at him.

He takes a long swig "Then… everything else"

Room feels heavier now.

I stare at him through blurring tears, my fingers instinctively tightening around my stomach. The baby isn’t just a secret anymore—it's leverage. A weapon I never asked for but can't afford to ignore either way...

"C-Case?—" i swallow "You want me to expose him? In court? A-After everything he’s done?" Even as I say it, my mind races back to Jeon's threat—the gun in Jeon's hand while Lucas cried silently in my arms.

Uncle Park doesn't flinch;  something colder flickers behind his eyes "No."He sets down his glass slowly—ice clinking sharply against crystal  "I want you to bury him.”

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