𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓

Chapter 26 |Secrets|

Y/n was drowning in grief, sorrow, and fear. Her body felt weightless, as if she were being dragged through a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

Her mind screamed for her to fight back, to run, to ask where Jimin was taking her—but no words left her lips. She simply followed, her feet moving lifelessly as he pulled her forward.

Finally, they reached the basement.

Jimin pushed open the heavy door, and the creaking sound sent shivers down her spine. The air inside was thick with the scent of blood, metal, and something unidentifiable—a smell that sent an ominous chill down her back.

Before she could react, Jimin shoved her inside. She stumbled forward, barely managing to catch herself against the cold, stone wall. Her breath hitched as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

There, in the center of the room, tied to a chair, was Taehyung.

His eyes widened in shock the moment he saw her—then flickered toward Jimin.

Torture instruments lay scattered across the room. Rusted chains dangled from the ceiling, sharp knives and pliers lay on a metal tray, and dried blood stained the concrete floor. It was a place of nightmares, a place where Jimin made people beg for death before granting them release.

"Turn around, Y/n. Look at your lover!" Jimin’s voice was sharp, commanding.

Taehyung stiffened in his seat. He knew. The way Jimin spat those words, the rage in his tone—it meant he knew everything.

Y/n didn’t move.

She couldn’t.

She stood frozen, her entire body trembling.

Jimin's patience snapped. He stormed toward her, grabbing a fistful of her hair before shoving her forward. Y/n gasped as her knees hit the hard floor, just a short distance away from Taehyung.

"Y-Y/n…" Taehyung’s voice was hoarse, filled with worry as he took in her appearance—her messy hair, her tear-streaked face, her red, swollen eyes.

"Look at him the way you used to in those pictures!" Jimin barked.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, fresh tears streaming down her face. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs, but they wouldn’t stop.

Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he turned to Jimin. "What the hell is this?! Why am I tied up here?"

SMACK!

Jimin’s fist collided with Taehyung’s face, jerking his head to the side. Blood dripped from his split lip.

Jimin grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to face him. His voice was venomous. "I didn’t bring you here for pointless questions. If you wanted to destroy me, you should have come for me directly. What was the need to use my wife as a pawn?"

Taehyung didn’t respond, breathing heavily.

Jimin’s grip tightened. "What was the need to involve that whore Lucia? To plant spies in my home? To send detectives to track my every move? To play with Y/n’s heart?!" His voice rose with each accusation, his fury boiling over.

And then—another punch. Harder this time.

Taehyung groaned as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Jimin wiped his own knuckles against his shirt, his eyes filled with pure, unfiltered hatred. "You did all of this because you wanted to expose me, didn’t you? To show the world that Park Jimin, the successful businessman, is actually a mafia."