Forced to be his ♡✔️

2. Finally, I've found you ♡

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Jimin's POV

I heard the panicked footsteps of Kai and his men rushing towards me.

Kai : "Boss! What happened?! Who did this to you?"

Kai's voice was laced with worry, his gaze frantic as he scanned my face.

Jimin : "Yoongi,"

I rasped, my voice cracking with pain.

Jimin : "That Yoongi."

Confused, Kai frowned.

Kai : "Yoongi? Who's Yoongi?"

Jimin : "I told you to find out about him, Kai! He is Yoongi!"

My voice rose an octave, desperation fueling my words. Why hadn't they gotten any information on him yet?

Kai's laughter rang out, echoing the pain in my chest. Yoongi had fooled me, so easily. My eyes narrowed, flashing a warning glare at Kai. He quickly stopped, his amusement replaced by a sheepish expression.

Kai : "But, boss, why do you even want to know him?"

he asked, his tone dropping to a whisper.

Jimin : "I'll tell you later, just track him down. Quickly!"

My voice was strained, a new wave of pain rolling through me.

Kai started typing furiously on his laptop, searching for Yoongi. I knew he would find him. He wouldn't leave a trace, he wouldn't let me down.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was my uncle .

Shin : "Jimin, I need you to get the money back. You need to find the one who took it from us."

His words echoed in my ears as I watched Kai, his fingers flying across the keyboard. I needed to find Yoongi. I needed to find him.

Yoongi's Pov

The weight of the door slamming shut behind me echoed in the cramped apartment, heavy with the stench of stale cigarettes and simmering resentment.

I fumbled through my pockets, pulling out a tattered wad of bills and shoving it into my aunt Yong's outstretched hand.

Yoongi : "Here,"

my voice rasped, dry and strained.

Yoongi : "Everything I got."

It wasn't much, not nearly enough to satisfy their insatiable greed. I'd gotten it from the rich person I'd threatened in club.But it wasn't enough for them.

Ki-jong : "You think we're stupid, Yoongi?"

My uncle Ki-jong, his face a mask of cold fury, leaned over me, his hand tightening around my collar.

Ki-jong : "We know you're hiding more. Where is it?"

My aunt, her eyes blazing like burning embers, snatched my meager earnings from my uncle and tossed them on a table, a contemptuous smirk plastered on her face.

Yong : "Worthless little thief,"

she spat, kicking me hard in the stomach. The air was knocked out of me, the pain sharp and piercing. I doubled over, gasping for air.

Yoongi : "I... I don't have anything more, I swear!"

I choked out, my words barely audible over the pounding in my head, the ache in my gut.