chapter 7

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A Warning

Taehyung’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he followed Mina’s car down the empty road. His knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. The memory of her touching Jungkook, daring to lay her hands on what belonged to him, replayed in his mind like a broken record. He had to make sure she understood—Jungkook was his. Only his.

When Mina slowed at a traffic light, Taehyung seized the moment, accelerating until he cut her off, forcing her to a screeching halt. The silence of the deserted street was broken only by the sound of her panicked breathing as he stepped out of his car.

Mina barely had time to react before he was at her door, yanking it open with a force that sent shivers down her spine.

Mina barely had time to react before he was at her door, yanking it open with a force that sent shivers down her spine

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"You shouldn’t have touched him," Taehyung whispered, his voice chillingly soft, yet filled with venom.

Mina's eyes widened in fear as Taehyung pulled out a small knife, the blade gleaming under the streetlight. Before she could beg or scream, he grabbed her hand and pressed the sharp edge against her palm. A deep, precise cut. Just enough to leave a scar, to make sure she never forgot.

A strangled gasp escaped her lips as blood dripped onto her lap.

"Stay away from Jungkook," Taehyung murmured, his gaze dark, unwavering. "Next time, I won’t be so merciful. Next time, I’ll take the whole hand."

Mina nodded frantically, her tears mixing with the blood on her fingers. "O-Okay! I swear—I won’t go near him again!"

Satisfied, Taehyung released her, his lips curling into a slight smile as he took a final, lingering glance at his work. Then, with terrifying calmness, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote:

"Dear Jungkook,

You're mine. Mine alone. Don’t ever shake hands with anyone again. Next time, I’ll cut off their whole hand.

Yours,
Secret Admirer."

With calculated precision, he dipped his finger into Mina’s blood and smeared it across the letter—proof of his warning.

He slipped the letter into an envelope and had it delivered directly to Jungkook’s office the next morning.

Jungkook’s Reaction

Jungkook sat at his desk, flipping through contracts, when his secretary entered with the letter. "Sir, this was left at the front desk for you. No return address."

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