𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕 || 𝑽𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒇 || 18+

"𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚.."

The blare of sirens filled the air, echoing off the walls of every building, weaving through the streets like a warning. Red and blue lights flashed across your face, casting long shadows as you stared out into the night. The town was in chaos. Helicopters roared overhead, police cars blocked intersections, and masked men-your men-moved with precision, scanning every corner, every dark alley, searching for one man: Park Jimin.

You felt like you were living in a movie. Or maybe you weren't. Maybe this was real. The boundaries between reality and the nightmare you found yourself trapped in blurred with every passing moment. You couldn't trust anything or anyone-not Jungkook, not even yourself. The only thing that remained was that one burning word in your mind: revenge.

Why had they killed your family? Why had they spared you? It made no sense. Why would a mafia king like Jimin order the massacre of an entire family and leave behind one small child? What message had he been sending? Was it personal? Or worse... did you know him?

Is it true? you asked yourself. Or is it another lie? You didn't know. Taehyung didn't know. No one knew, except perhaps Jeon Jungkook. He was the key, but for now, all you had was his broken whispers and half-truths. The rest would come from Jimin himself, when you finally caught him.

A sharp knock on the door broke you from your thoughts. The door creaked open and Taehyung strode in, his expression unreadable but his presence commanding. "We found his location," he said, his voice low but filled with a deadly seriousness. "We're going now. Everything's in place, just as you ordered, my lady." His eyes locked onto yours, flickering with concern. You'd been distant, lost in thought since Jungkook's confession, but there was no time to dwell on that now. This was it.

"Okay," you replied, your voice steady though the storm inside you raged. The time for doubt had passed. Now, only action remained.

You both left the room and headed toward the car-a sleek, bulletproof vehicle with tinted windows that reflected the dim light of the streetlamps. As you slid inside, you could feel the tension crackling in the air like electricity. The mission ahead of you was no ordinary task. This was a life-or-death confrontation, a final step toward uncovering the truth that had haunted you for years.

The road ahead was long and dark, a winding path lined with gnarled trees that reached toward the night sky like skeletal fingers. The air was cold, biting through your skin as if the world itself was warning you to turn back. But you couldn't. Not now.

Taehyung, sitting beside you, shifted uncomfortably. "I'm going to protect you at all costs, Y/n," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with worry. He handed you a small device-a button, smooth and round in your hand. "If anything goes wrong, if you're in danger, press this button. It'll send a signal to my bracelet, and I'll come for you as fast as I can. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. Taehyung had always been your protector, and even now, with the world unraveling around you, he wanted to keep you safe. But there was no room for safety in this game. Not anymore.

The driver pressed down on the accelerator, and the car sped up, tearing through the night like a bullet. You needed to reach Jimin's mansion within ten minutes. Time was running out. The bombs had been planted. His helicopter had been hijacked. Every escape route was blocked, and the countdown had begun. Ten minutes was all you had before the entire area went up in flames.

Your heart raced as the car flew down the road, faster and faster. The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing down on your chest with every second that ticked by. You glanced over at Taehyung, whose jaw was set in determination. He was ready. You both were.

After what felt like an eternity, the car skidded to a halt in front of Jimin's mansion-a sprawling estate that loomed over you like a sleeping beast. It was massive, with tall iron gates and a long, winding driveway that led to the main house. This was where he operated from, his stronghold, the heart of his empire.

The clock was ticking. You had only seven minutes left.

"We'll go through the basement," Taehyung said, his voice low and serious. "There aren't any cameras down there. Our men have hacked the security system, but we can't take any chances."

You nodded in agreement, already moving toward the side of the mansion where the entrance to the basement lay hidden. The night was eerily silent now, the only sound your quiet footsteps as you approached the door. Taehyung pulled it open, revealing a dark staircase that descended into the bowels of the house.

The two of you slipped inside, the air heavy with the smell of damp stone and old wood. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you crept through the narrow corridors, the weight of the mission pressing down on you. Every step brought you closer to Jimin, closer to the answers you sought, but also closer to the danger that lurked in the shadows.

The darkness swallowed you whole, the only light coming from the small flashlight Taehyung carried. The mansion was dead silent, as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable confrontation. You could feel it-the tension, the anticipation. Something was about to happen.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the darkness, smooth and calm but filled with malice. "Welcome to my mansion."

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The voice was unmistakable. Park Jimin. He was here, waiting for you, as if he had known you were coming all along.

Taehyung stiffened beside you, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun at his side. The tension in the air thickened as you both stepped deeper into the room, where a figure stood silhouetted against the faint light coming from the floor above.

"I must say," Jimin continued, his voice filled with dark amusement, "I didn't expect you to get this far. But here you are, standing in the belly of the beast. I hope you're ready for what comes next."

He stepped into the light, his face twisted into a smirk that sent a chill down your spine. He looked different now-no longer the sweet, innocent man the world saw. This was the real Park Jimin. Cold. Ruthless. A mafia king who had orchestrated the deaths of countless people, including your parents.

To be continued...