SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

Chapter 25

Yoongi drove in silence, but his mind was anything but quiet. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as the same thoughts circled over and over again, refusing to settle. The image wouldn't leave him—Naomi smiling, leaning into another man, her arms wrapped around him so naturally. His jaw clenched.

Why would she be hanging out with another man like that?

The question burned hotter the more he thought about it. It didn't make sense. It didn't fit her. Naomi wasn't careless with affection—she was intentional, soft, loving... but theirs. Their princess. Their soulmate.

"She wouldn't do that..." he muttered under his breath, though the words didn't sound as convincing as they should have.

Because something still felt off.

He trusted Naomi completely. That wasn't the problem. It was him he didn't trust. And Min? He definitely didn't trust her. Yoongi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "Aish..." he groaned. He knew what this was—jealousy. Ugly, possessive, suffocating jealousy. The kind he usually kept buried so deep no one ever saw it. But today, it clawed its way to the surface.

Still, beneath all of that, something else lingered—instinct. A warning. Something wasn't right.

That was why he was here.

Not because he doubted Naomi—but because he needed answers.

The abandoned building came into view, its broken windows and worn structure making it look lifeless. The moment Yoongi pulled up, something about the place felt wrong. Too quiet. Too empty.

He parked slowly, scanning the area.

That's when he saw them.

Min... and a man.

The man stood in front of her—tall, broad, his face hidden under a hat. Their body language was tense, sharp, like they weren't having a friendly conversation. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, watching closely.

The man turned slightly, then abruptly walked away, getting into his car and driving off without a word.

Yoongi stepped out of his car, shutting the door harder than necessary. His gaze stayed locked on Min as he walked toward her.

"So," he said calmly, though his voice carried an edge, "who's the new boy toy?"

Min turned slowly, a smirk spreading across her face. "That's none of your concern, Mr. Min," she replied mockingly, stepping closer.

Yoongi's jaw tightened. Being near her irritated him in a way he couldn't explain. It wasn't her looks—she was beautiful—but something about her felt... wrong.

"Cut the bullshit," he snapped. "Who the hell was that? And why are you involving yourself with my girlfriend?"

"My girlfriend?" Min repeated, amused.

Yoongi stepped closer, his patience wearing thin. "Min, I don't know what you're trying to do, but you better stop. Now."

Something shifted in the air.

Min tilted her head, studying him. "Do you really want to know who he is?" she asked softly.

Yoongi frowned slightly. Something about her tone felt off. Dangerous.

He took a small step back without realizing it until his back hit the car behind him. Min kept moving forward, slow and deliberate.

"Of course I want to kn—"

Before he could finish, she grabbed his collar and smashed her lips onto his.

Yoongi froze.

His entire body locked up, shock hitting him first, followed immediately by disgust and anger. His mind went blank for a split second before one thought crashed through everything else.