DON'T LET ME GO | PJM

Chapter 93

Jimin answered a call from Taehyung. "Watch over him, I will arrive soon." Jimin's heart raced as he sped through the city streets, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Jimin's entrance into the private club filled the room with a palpable tension, like a storm brewing on the horizon. He fixed his gaze on the man who knelt before him, his eyes a turbulent mix of anger and frustration, though his exterior remained composed. Reaching for a cigarette, he lit it with a trembling hand, the tendrils of smoke mirroring the tumultuous emotions that churned within him.

Taehyung's presence offered a steadying influence, providing a fragile sense of normalcy in the midst of chaos. With a silent nod, Jimin accepted the phone, well aware that the situation demanded his full attention.

Jimin's gaze bore into the man, a silent but potent threat lurking beneath the surface. "Password," he demanded in a voice that betrayed no emotion, his eyes revealing a simmering danger.

Without hesitation, the man provided the necessary code, granting access to the damning photographs. As the images flickered on the screen, Jimin's calm facade shattered, replaced by a seething rage that coursed through him. He clenched his cigarette, the smoldering tip searing his palm as he scrolled through the incriminating evidence, his anger and frustration mounting with each passing moment.

The room hung heavy with tension, an oppressive atmosphere that left everyone present struggling for breath, a palpable sense of foreboding filling the air.

Jimin's penetrating stare bore into the man, his voice low and laden with menace. "Did you see these photos?" he demanded, his patience wearing thin as he scrutinized the man's reaction.

The man's countenance shifted, a clear display of fear washing over him. He stammered incoherently, a sense of impending doom settling upon him. The intensity of Jimin's presence left him little room to maneuver, and he was well aware that his life hung in the balance.

Jimin's frustration mounted, and he hurled the phone onto the table with a forceful thud. "Did you see them or not?" he pressed, his jaw clenched in a simmering fury that brooked no evasion.

The man found himself trapped between two perilous options, neither offering any respite from the impending danger. He knew that any decision he made would carry severe consequences.

"Fucking answer me!" Jimin's wrath surged, and he unleashed a thunderous shout, his voice reverberating in the room.

The man quivered in fear, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He was a mere pawn in Taemin's sinister game. Taemin had entrusted him with those damning photos and ordered him to unleash them upon the digital realm. But before he could carry out the reprehensible act, Jimin's henchmen had apprehended him and delivered him to this ominous place.

In the sprawling metropolis of Seoul, the importance of Y/N in Park Jimin's life was no secret. For her sake, Jimin was capable of unspeakable acts.

"I did."

"You know what to do, right?"

The man held his tears but failed miserably. He cried loudly. "Yes, Mr Park."

"Then do it."

The man's admission hung heavily in the room, like a looming storm cloud about to unleash its torrential rain. The weight of his involvement in this sordid affair pressed upon him, rendering him unable to contain his tears. They flowed freely, and his sobs filled the room.

Desperation etched across his trembling face as he pleaded with Jimin, begging for mercy. His voice quivered as he recounted his forced involvement. "Mr. Park, please, spare me. I didn't have a choice. President Lee... he compelled me. I couldn't defy him. Who am I to oppose him?"