A new event was announced across dark web music forums: "The Min Brothers: Final Performance."
It would be hosted underground — in an abandoned subway station turned acoustic chamber, known only to the city's elite and criminal circles.
Y/N would be there. She insisted.
Yoongi didn't argue. He just taught her everything he could in the days that followed — from harmonics to instinctive improvisation to how to feel the opponent's tempo like reading a breath before a blow.
The night came.
Jihoon was already at the keys when they arrived. He wore all white. No expression. Only fire in his eyes.
Yoongi approached. Sat at the twin piano.
Jihoon: "You still play like a ghost."
Yoongi: "And you still play like a gun."
They played.
Y/N watched from the shadows, heart in her throat. The performance was electric — a storm of memory, betrayal, fury. Each key was a confession, each silence a scar.
Until Jihoon played a chord Yoongi didn't expect — the last lullaby their mother ever sang.
Yoongi faltered.
Jihoon: "You left me."
Yoongi: "You chose this."
Jihoon: "I chose to survive."
Then he stood. And beneath his seat, Y/N spotted it — a detonator.
Y/N (screaming): "No!"
She raced forward.
Jihoon pressed it—
But nothing happened.
Yoongi: "I rewrote your finale."
A hidden USB had replaced the original wire system — Yoongi had predicted this move. Trapped the trap.
Jihoon laughed.
Jihoon: "Clever… Always clever…"
He raised his hands in surrender as the brothers swarmed in. Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook — everyone had come. They took Jihoon in chains, but he never stopped smiling.
Jihoon (to Y/N): "You really are something else. The only melody he ever let in."