AUTHOR POV :
The spy moved through the bustling club, his sharp gaze darting from one corner to another, as though committing every detail to memory. His movements were subtle, but there was an unmistakable air of purpose. Eventually, he made his way to the bar and sank into a plush sofa directly in front of Yoongi. Little did he know, he had unknowingly positioned himself face-to-face with the Mafia King, a man whose identity was shrouded in mystery, as no one had ever seen his face.
Moments later, the spy’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening, before abruptly standing up. Yoongi, ever watchful, caught the movement and signaled his men to stay alert.
The spy disappeared into the washroom, but as the minutes ticked by, he didn’t reappear. Twenty long minutes passed, and Yoongi’s patience finally snapped. Rising from his seat with quiet fury, he entered the washroom. Without hesitation, he grabbed the man by the neck from behind, his grip firm and unyielding.
“What the hell are you doing?” the man sputtered, his voice filled with confusion.
Yoongi’s tone was icy and commanding as he growled, “Cut the crap. Who sent you here?”
The man blinked in bewilderment, his voice trembling as he replied, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m just here for a deal, nothing else. Calm down, man!”
But Yoongi wasn’t buying it. His fist connected with the man’s face in a brutal punch, sending a sharp jolt of pain through him. Grabbing him by the collar, Yoongi snarled, “SHUT THE HELL UP! I’VE HEARD ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES. IF YOU’RE NOT A SPY, THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING THIS RIDICULOUS OUTFIT AND THAT DAMN MASK? START TALKING!”
Shaking like a leaf, the man stammered, “I swear, I’m telling the truth! I just came into the washroom to pee, but then some guy walked in and offered me three thousand bucks to switch clothes with him. He told me to wait here for half an hour. I thought it was an easy deal, money doesn’t bite, right?”
Before Yoongi could press further, the tension in the air thickened. Members of the Yoshinori Watanabe group stormed in, their presence instantly filling the room with authority. Namjoon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Yoongi’s shoulder to pull him back.
After a thorough investigation, the truth came to light, the man wasn’t lying. He was just an unwitting pawn in someone else’s scheme.
Though they let him go, it wasn’t without a warning. “Don’t even think about telling anyone about this,” Yoongi’s men threatened. “And if we call, you show up. No excuses.”
The man nodded frantically, fear etched into his face, before stumbling out of the club. The incident was over, but the lingering tension made it clear, this was far from the end of the story.
TIME SKIP :- at the dorm room of Yoongi and Jimin
Jimin POV:-
Every part of my body hurts, as if I'm being torn apart from the inside. I always tell myself to stay strong, that I can handle anything. But even the strongest people get tired sometimes, right?
I miss Mom and Dad so much. They once loved me with all their hearts, but everything changed after that one night.
Mingyu hyung, you didn’t even stand up for me. You all moved on with your lives, leaving me to pick up the broken pieces.
Mom, your son is falling apart. I’m so tired of all this. Please, just come to me once. Hyung, can’t you check on me too? I feel like I’m drowning in pain, and no one sees it.
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