Warning ⚠️ This FF is 🔞
"You are mine, Jimin, just mine... no one can take you from me, not even you," whispers Yoongi.
"You are obsessed, Yoongi," Jimin retorts.
"If my love is an obsession to you, I don't care," Yoongi declares.
In a world where...
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A blindingly bright light burned Jimin's eyes as he entered a room with walls so white they seemed to glow. The light was so intense that he nearly went blind, its harsh glare making his eyes water. He was then compelled to sit down in a cold metal chair, his hands cuffed to the table with tight steel handcuffs that dug into his wrists.
Jimin felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to hold back tears, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. The images of his father and grandmother's lifeless bodies replayed in his mind like a broken record, the memories still fresh and raw, their faces etched in his mind like a scar.
An officer sat across from him, Namjoon humming a soft tune as he studied the pink-haired boy with a keen gaze and curiosity, his eyes squinting slightly as he wrote notes on a pad of paper.
"Alright, Mr. Park. Do you know why you're here?" Jimin swallowed hard, tears welling up in his eyes, on the brink of falling, and lowered his head, his sobs audible, his body shaking with grief.
He was well aware of the reason for his presence, the weight of his family's death was heavy on his shoulders. Namjoon sighed, feeling compassion for the young man, his eyes softening.
"Have you seen the face of the perpetrator by any chance?" Jimin nodded sharply, his head jerking up, his eyes locking onto Namjoon's.
"If so, can you describe their appearance?"
"H-he is from t-that mafia," he stuttered, his voice barely audible.
Jimin slowly lifted his head, meeting Namjoon's gaze behind his thick glasses, the lenses reflecting the light. The sound of a pen dropping reverberated throughout the room, causing Jimin to flinch, his body tensing.
"That mafia?"
"Yes, that mafia," Namjoon affirmed, jotting something down in his notebook, the pen scratching against the paper. So, a member of that mafia was responsible for the deaths, huh? The thought sent a chill down Jimin's spine.
"And what connection does he have to your family that led to their demise?" Jimin looked down once more, uncertainty etched on his face like a scar, his eyes clouding over. He knew his grandmother and father would never harm a member of the mafia, let alone a mafia leader. So why would this enigmatic man have taken their lives? The question echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain.
"H-he-, the man with the mysterious mask said something about my g-grandma," Jimin slowly breathed, his voice barely audible, his words hanging in the air like a whisper.
"He said he finally killed her and my father. Detective, my granny and my father were good people! They didn't do anything wrong, please." Jimin cried silently again, his body shaking with grief, his tears falling like rain onto the cold metal table.
Namjoon looked at him with shock, his eyes widening in disbelief, his face pale.
"Did you just say he was wearing a mask?" Oh man, this is getting serious. Everyone knows that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in the country wears a mask when he's out causing trouble. All the members wear masks, but the leader always has a full face mask on, like a phantom.
