𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕 || 𝑽𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒇 || 18+

"𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆!"

"Welcome to my sweet home, both of my little enemies," Jimin’s voice dripped with malicious glee as it echoed through the darkened halls. You felt his presence before you saw him, a chill running down your spine as his words sank in.

But then, a jarring realization hit you: Taehyung... where is Taehyung?

Your eyes darted around the room, but he was gone, vanished into the shadows. A cold hand wrapped around your throat, not physically, but with the sheer weight of terror.

"Did you think that by hacking my cameras, you’d be safe to walk into my home so freely, my little bunny?" Jimin’s mocking voice sent shivers through you, and before you could move, you felt the warmth of his breath on your neck. He was behind you, so close that you could feel his fingers grazing your hair, playing with it as if you were a doll. His touch was both taunting and possessive.

"Don't call me that," you snapped, but before you could finish, a deafening explosion rocked the mansion. The ground beneath your feet shook, and the windows rattled in their frames. The bombs! The ten minutes were up!

Jimin’s soft laughter rose over the chaos, a sound so cold and unbothered, it made your skin crawl. He wasn’t surprised. He knew. He had known all along.

"Oh my, oh my..." he chuckled darkly. "My little bunny set a trap for me? But let me give you a little reality check—you’re the one trapped now.*" His fingers curled around your hair, tugging slightly as he leaned in closer. "Taehyung’s busy handling my men, and it’s just you and me now. But I’ll make you an offer..."

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, where is Jungkook?"

The mention of his name set off a wave of fury in you, hotter than the explosion itself. You whipped around, glaring at Jimin with raw, unfiltered anger. "I’ll never tell you where he is," you spat, your voice trembling with rage. "He deserves to rot! Let him starve! I hope he dies suffering!"

Jimin smiled, a sickening, amused smile, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Innocent..." he muttered, his voice a quiet taunt.

"Who the hell will believe anything you say?! What makes you think I’ll ever trust you?!*" you screamed, the raw grief and pain of losing your family boiling over inside you. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "You killed my whole family! What do you want from me now? Why didn’t you just kill me too? Why spare me?!"

Your voice broke as the weight of everything pressed down on you—the betrayal, the lies, the loss. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down your face, silent but fierce, as you stood trembling in front of the man who had ruined everything.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your sobs. Jimin’s mocking expression softened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you crumble.

"Oh my, my..." Jimin’s tone shifted. His voice became soft, almost gentle, like a lover’s whisper. "Don’t cry, my little bunny. I think you’ve misunderstood things..."

You froze. Misunderstood? What was he talking about?

"I’ll give you a hint," he continued, his words slow and deliberate. "The person who loves you... is the one you hate. And the person who hates you... is the one you love." He paused, watching the confusion and hesitation flash across your tear-streaked face.

Your heart raced as you tried to process his words. What was he saying? Jungkook... Jungkook killed your family, didn’t he? He admitted it. He told you everything. But Jimin’s next words sent a chill through you.

"Yes, Jungkook killed your family," Jimin confirmed, his voice calm and smooth. "But he was following orders, and not mine. He was just... one of my detectives." His lips twisted into a small smile. "I never gave any such order. Trust me..."

Trust him? You blinked through your tears, staring at him in disbelief. This couldn’t be true. But Jimin wasn’t done.

"I didn’t order the massacre of your family," he continued, his voice steady. "In fact, I don’t even know who gave the order. I wasn’t involved. I’m ranked second in the mafia hierarchy. But Jungkook’s employer... the one who wanted your family dead? He’s ranked higher than me." His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Think about it, Y/n. Who outranks me? Who would have the power to command someone like Jungkook?"

Your mind raced. Rank 1. Whoever was at the top of the mafia food chain was the one responsible. But... who? Your family’s company had climbed the ranks of power, starting at Rank 6 when you were a child. But now, you were in charge, and the company had risen to Rank 4. Who held Rank 3? Were they involved?

Jimin... he’s Rank 2... But if he wasn’t behind it, then who?

Jimin’s voice pulled you back to the present. "Or..." he said softly, stepping closer, his fingers brushing your cheek, "you could forget about all of that. Forget the past. Forget the pain." His eyes darkened with something intense as he whispered, "Be mine."

Your breath hitched. "Yours?" you asked, unsure of what he was implying.

Jimin smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes. I’ll give you everything."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Like what?" you whispered, unsure whether to be afraid or intrigued.

Jimin’s smile widened. "Love," he murmured, leaning closer. "Money..." His voice was velvet, laced with promises. "Vacations, trust, loyalty..." His eyes burned into yours. "Everything. I’ll give you the world, Y/n. All you have to do... is choose me.*"

Your mind swirled with doubt and confusion. Was he manipulating you? Or was he really offering you salvation from this endless nightmare? You didn’t know what to believe anymore. Jungkook had betrayed you. Taehyung... he wasn’t here. But Jimin... could you trust him?

Flashback.

A voice echoed from deep within your mind, from a time long ago. Your father’s voice.

"I raised you to be mine and mine only, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy..."

"Listen to me carefully, sweetheart," your father had said, his voice deep and serious. "I’m the top-ranked mafia boss. The whole world answers to me, even if they don’t know it. You’re my wife, Y/n. You’re destined to be powerful. I have a plan for you."

You remembered his instructions clearly. He had sent you to be taken by Jungkook, to hide your true identity. You were always meant to be a pawn in a larger game. And now... it all came crashing down.

End of flashback.

Your father—the top-ranked mafia king. Taehyung—he had been the one to take you after your family was killed. But why? And what was his role in all of this? He wasn’t just your protector. He was something more.

You sobbed quietly, overwhelmed by the revelations and the confusion swirling in your head. "I... I don’t know what to do," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Jimin leaned down, his voice soft as he tried to comfort you. "Shh, it’s okay, Y/n. I know it’s hard to believe everything that’s happened. But for now... trust me. Be mine."

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue, too broken to think clearly. "Okay," you whispered.

Jimin smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good. Come with me. Let’s get you some rest." He scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you in his arms like a bride. You were too tired to resist as he carried you upstairs, through the dark halls of his mansion.

"This is your home now," he whispered as he laid you gently on his bed. "Rest, my little bunny. We’ll figure it all out in time."

You stared out the window, watching the moonlight spill over the trees outside. Everything was so confusing, so overwhelming. But for now, all you could do was trust him. Trust Jimin, and pray that you hadn’t made a mistake.

"I’ll trust him for now," you whispered to yourself. "But there’s still one person I can’t trust..."

To be continued.