He owned Me [Completed]

Book 3: 20

My boy is just so fine 

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The heavy door creaked open as Taehyung stepped into the room where Jimin was being kept temporarily, the soft glow of light casting long shadows across the walls. Jimin sat on a leather couch by the window, ignoring the presence of his half-brother. Jimin took a long drag from the cigarette held between his fingers, the ember glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. A small table beside him held a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as it swirled gently in the glass.

Taehyung's gaze flickered briefly to the table, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his lips before his expression shifted into one of detached indifference. Crossing the room with measured steps, he stopped a few feet from Jimin, his presence finally registering in the room.

His unwavering gaze met Jimin's, which looked void of any emotion. The sight he witnessed earlier must have shocked him, as the spirit with which Jimin had first faced him before could no longer be seen.

"Enjoying yourself?" Taehyung's voice was calm, his tone betraying none of the frustration that simmered beneath the surface finding him back into his life. He watched as Jimin took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the air.

Jimin's response was a nonchalant shrug, his gaze still fixed on the darkness outside. "Just passing the time," he replied casually, his voice tinged with boredom. "Figured I might as well make myself comfortable while I'm here."

"I hope you're not getting too comfortable," Taehyung remarked casually, "This arrangement is only temporary."

Jimin chuckled softly, the sound devoid of any real amusement as he flicked the ashes from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "Don't worry, Taehyung," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm not exactly planning on redecorating."

Taehyung pulled a chair from the corner of the room and took his seat facing his half-brother. This time while facing the man he held responsible for half a lifetime of misery, Taehyung didnt feel an ounce of jealousy. In fact, he was dying in excitement, eager to meet Jimin's gaze and confess how he was mistaken all along. Ultimately, it was the boy who wrote the letters. It had always been the boy who wrote the letter.

Taehyung simply stated, 'She loves me,'" and in an instant, the arrogant smirk on Jimin's face vanished. Taehyung savored the sight of Jimin's jaw tightening, his forehead veins pulsing with anger at the declaration.

It took Jimin a moment to regain his composure, and he retorted with a taunt, "You mean she's suffering from Stockholm syndrome."

Taehyung had expected the reply. Jimin was so obvious that it never failed to amuse him.

"No my brother, " he chuckled, "she loves me in a way that's a constant battle between desire and resistance. My touch sets her ablaze, leaving her torn between wanting to resist me and surrendering to the overwhelming affection she feels. She wishes to hate me but she can't, I rule her heart, body, and her soul"

"You truly believe that?" Jimin countered, a hint of skepticism coloring his tone.

Taehyung simply grinned, his confidence unshaken as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Jimin.

"I've seen it in her eyes, felt it in the way she responds to me every time we make love," Taehyung asserted, his voice carrying an air of certainty. 

"She is my wife, mother of my daughter." He declared with sense of pride he felt being married to the love of his life,  "I've accomplished something you could never dream of. I rewrote the stars, reclaimed my destiny that you tried to steal"

Jimin scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips at his half-brother's proclamation. "So, you finally succeeded in becoming Jungkook's replacement?" The mere mention of Jungkook's name cast a shadow over Taehyung's features. "It's ironic how you accuse me of trying to steal your destiny when you've taken everything from Jungkook, even the love of his own daughter. Count yourself fortunate that the boy is dead. Otherwise, we both know whose side she would choose...The boy who wrote the letter? Don't make me laugh" Jimin chuckled throwing his head back as if Taehyung's confidence in Saya's affection for him was nothing but the biggest joke of the century.

"Your wife wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through both of our heads if it meant she could bring back the one she truly loves."

Taehyung's fist collided with the table, the impact reverberating through the room as he surged to his feet, sending his chair crashing to the ground.

"Why does the truth sting so much?" Jimin quirked an eyebrow basking in the warmth after torching his half-brother's ego.

"Why are you here Jimin? How did you get into the country? Who helped you?"  Taehyung interrogated.

Jimin folded his arms, refusing to answer Taehyung's questions. Instead, he offered a mocking smile, fully aware of Taehyung's predicament. Taehyung couldn't afford to antagonize him if he wanted to maintain the fragile peace and trust with Saya. Moreover, Jimin knew that Yoongi had been notified of his arrival, and any altercation with him meant risking losing Yoongi's crucial support given that a significant portion of their men remained fiercely loyal to Yoongi.  Considering how he had utilized Yoongi's backing in the past to defeat his father and gain the authority of the country, he simply couldn't harm Jimin.

"Why the fuck are you here?"Taehyung's voice thundered, his composure slipping away like sand through his fingers. Jimin was the only one who could provoke such a reaction from him. He despised the man with every fiber of his being, resenting his very existence he hated that he got to live while Jungkook and his father had to be sacrificed.  

"Chill, Tae Tae, that's not how you behave in front of your elder brother. And can't I drop by and see my sister-in-law and niece? No ulterior motives, I swear." Jimin raised his palms in a gesture of innocence, though his mischievous grin hinted otherwise.

"And didnt you say, Diva loves you? So why does my presence bother you so much? Don't forget, she rejected me years ago" Jimin's tone remained teasing and he enjoyed how he made Taehyung lose his nerves.

."You had to worry only if I could do some voodoo and bring Jungkook back to life," he ridiculed, leaning back in his chair. "But since I can't work that kind of magic, you are safe. Diva is all yours." Jimin chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his anger simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano. Taehyung resisted the urge to lash out, his fingers curling into fists at his sides as he fought to maintain his outward calm. Suppressing a ripple of frustration, Taehyung turned to the guard stationed at the door, his voice calm but firm. "Make sure no one enters or exits this room," he instructed, to the guards stationed outside the doorway.

Turning back to Jimin, Taehyung forced a tight smile, his anger carefully concealed beneath a mask of indifference. "Enjoy your stay, Jimin," he said coolly before turning on his heel and exiting the room, leaving Jimin alone 

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