My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 34: Into the Unknown|

JK's POV:

Returning home felt different this time. The house was enveloped in an eerie quietness, the kind that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Namjoon had dropped me off with a curt nod, his demeanor uncharacteristically tense.

As I made my way upstairs, my thoughts drifted back to Y/N. Her cautious concern had struck a chord with me. It was a side of her I hadn't fully appreciated before—the protective, thoughtful part that worried about me. I wanted to show her I could be someone she could trust, someone she could lean on.

But when I opened the door to our room, my heart sank. The room was empty.

"Y/N?" I called out, my voice echoing in the silent space. There was no response, only the oppressive quiet of the house.

Panic started to set in. I checked the bathroom, the closet, even the balcony, but there was no sign of her. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. Where could she be?

I hurried downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. The need to find her, to make sure she was safe, consumed me.

In the living room, I spotted one of my bodyguards, a look of concern etched on his face. He stepped forward as soon as he saw me.

"Sir, I saw Ms. Y/N leaving in a car," he said, his voice steady but urgent.

"What?" I asked, my anxiety spiking. "Where was she going?"

"She said she was going to the hospital," he explained. "I offered to accompany her and told her to wait while I fetched the car, but by the time I returned, she had already left."

My heart skipped a beat. Why would she go to the hospital without telling me? And why would she leave so abruptly? I felt a surge of frustration and worry.

"Did she say anything else?" I pressed, hoping for more clues.

The bodyguard shook his head. "No, sir. She was in a hurry and seemed worried and anxious."

Anxious. The word echoed in my mind, amplifying my worry. Something must have happened for her to act this way. I needed to find her, to understand what was going on.

"Get the car ready," I ordered. "We're going to the hospital."

The bodyguard nodded and quickly moved to comply. As I waited, my mind raced with possibilities. What could have prompted Y/N to leave so suddenly? Was she in trouble?

We sped towards the hospital, my anxiety mounting with each passing second. Upon arrival, I rushed inside, scanning the waiting area for any sign of Y/N. But she was nowhere to be found.

I approached the reception desk, my heart pounding. "Excuse me, has a woman named Y/N checked in here recently?"

The receptionist shook her head after checking the records. "I'm sorry, but we don't have anyone by that name registered today."

Panic clawed at my chest. "Check again. She might have come in without registering."

But after a thorough check, it was clear. Y/N wasn't there.

We searched every floor, checked every room, even questioned the staff, but there was no trace of her. Desperation set in as we moved from one hospital to another, each visit ending with the same disappointing answer: Y/N was nowhere to be found.

As the hours dragged on, a terrifying realization began to settle in. Y/N hadn't simply left on her own. She was missing. Someone had taken her.

The thought made my blood run cold. Who would do this? And why? I thought back to Namjoon's cryptic conversation, the tension in his voice. Could it be connected?

I had to find her. There was no other option. I pulled out my phone to call Namjoon, my hand paused mid-air as the screen lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number. A chill ran down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I hesitated before answering.

"JK, how's it going?" The voice on the other end was smooth, almost unnervingly so, sending a wave of apprehension washing over me.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice betraying a hint of urgency and unease.

There was a pause, followed by a low chuckle that set my nerves on edge. "Oh, just checking in on an old acquaintance. Heard you've been keeping busy lately. Playing house with your pretty little wife, aren't you?"

My jaw clenched in frustration at the taunting tone, but I forced myself to stay composed. "What do you mean? Who is this?"

Another chuckle echoed through the line, dripping with sly amusement. "Nothing much, JK. Just thought I'd say hello. After all, it's been too long since we last spoke."

I felt a surge of anger rising within me, fueled by the cryptic nature of the conversation. "Enough with the games. Tell me who you are and what you want, or don't bother calling at all."

The voice on the other end chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Time is short, JK. You'd do well to remember that."

With that ominous warning, the line went dead, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling realization that someone out there was watching, waiting, and playing a dangerous game with us.

Frustration boiled within me as I stared at the silent phone in my hand, the cryptic call leaving me more confused and agitated than ever. The chilling words lingered in my mind, a stark reminder of the danger lurking in the shadows.

With a clenched jaw, I made a swift decision. Y/N was in trouble, and I couldn't afford to waste another moment. "Get me every detail you can," I barked at my bodyguards, my voice laced with urgency. "Her phone records, recent contacts, anything that might give us a lead. We need to find her, now."

My orders were met with swift nods as my team sprang into action, their efficiency a testament to their training and dedication. But despite their efforts, a nagging sense of helplessness gnawed at me, the uncertainty of Y/N's whereabouts weighing heavily on my mind.

As my bodyguards worked tirelessly to gather information, I paced the room, my mind racing with a million questions and fears. Who was behind this? Why had they taken Y/N? And most importantly, where was she now?

With each passing moment, my frustration grew, fueled by the realization that Y/N was out there, alone and in danger. I couldn't afford to lose her, not now, not ever.

The second call hit me like a punch to the gut, the sound of Y/N's voice sending a shiver down my spine. But the words she spoke were like a dagger to the heart, each syllable driving deeper into my soul.

"JK, don't look for me. I don't want to be with you anymore."

The line went dead before I could respond, leaving me stunned and reeling in disbelief. I tried to call back, to hear her voice again, to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me, but the number remained stubbornly unresponsive.

Confusion mingled with the ache in my chest as I grappled with Y/N's words. It didn't make sense. It couldn't be true. I knew her, knew us, and this wasn't how it was supposed to end.

But as I replayed the conversation in my mind, a niggling doubt began to take root. There was something off about her tone, a subtle undercurrent of hesitation that belied the finality of her words. It was as if she was being forced to say them, as if someone else was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Y/N wasn't leaving me of her own volition. She was being coerced, manipulated into saying things she didn't mean. And whoever was behind it, they had her in their clutches, their influence casting a dark shadow over our once bright future.

Anger bubbled up within me, fueling my determination to find Y/N and bring her back to safety. No matter the obstacles, no matter the risks, I would stop at nothing to rescue her from the clutches of whoever dared to threaten our love.

Determined to leave no stone unturned, I urged my team to redouble their efforts, to scour every lead and follow every clue until we had answers. Y/N's safety depended on it, and I would stop at nothing to ensure her return, no matter the cost.