Did We Love Each Other ✔️

Chapter 25

The three of them came with Jeon, while Yoongi broke away, running ahead to find his husband. Jeon only laughed at the sight of the restless man’s desperate behavior. Yoongi didn’t spare a glance at anyone in the corridor—as he shoved them aside. His legs refused to stop, each step driven by a madness that could have burned down the world if he didn’t reach his husband in time. His breath grew heavier, uneven, his heart hammering louder than the chaos around him.

At last, his feet halted before the heavy doors of a large, dimly lit room. He stumbled inside, legs trembling as though they might give out beneath him. The air was thick, suffocating, but his gaze locked instantly on the figure in the center. There—his baby. Sitting on a chair, wrists bound cruelly, yet his voice is rising in defiance, shouting at the woman before him. The lady’s face twisted in fury, but Yoongi could hardly see her. His vision blurred as tears slid uncontrollably down his cheeks, his chest aching with a mix of relief and terror.

Slowly, his knees weakened, wanting to collapse just to feel the ground beneath him—because the sight of his love, alive yet suffering, was enough to shake his entire soul.

“B–baby…” Yoongi’s voice thundered through the room, startling everyone into silence. Heads turned, all eyes locking on the man stumbling toward them. His face was unreadable—blank, yet terrifyingly broken.

Jimin’s breath caught. Tears that he had stubbornly held back slipped free the moment he saw his husband. His chest ached as he choked on his sobs. Never in his life had he seen Yoongi like this. His husband had always been a rock—silent, cold, burying every wound behind a mask of stone. No pain ever escaped him, no sadness ever reached the surface. But now—now his voice cracked the air like thunder, raw and bleeding.

But the next instant shattered everything. Yn’s hand struck across his cheek, sharp and loud. She stood smirking, eyes locked with his, as though mocking the man who finally faltered.

That's it. Before anyone could move, Yoongi’s body surged forward. In a blur, Yn’s back slammed against the wall, breath stolen from her chest. His hand wrapped around her throat, tightening, tightening—until her feet barely scraped the floor, her legs kicking in desperation. His eyes were wild, unrecognizable, every ounce of sanity drowned in rage. His grip crushed without hesitation, without thought.

The men around them rushed in, pulling at his arms, shouting him to let go—but Yoongi didn’t hear them. He didn’t see them. All he saw was her. And still, she gave no response. No struggle. No fear. Only silence—while his fingers pressed harder, his body trembling like a man possessed.

While Taehyung and Jungkook arrived with Jeon—who couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before them—Taehyung immediately moved forward, ready to reach Jimin and set him free. But before he could, a man stepped in and swung his fist at him. The hit landed, yet Taehyung didn’t falter. Another tried to silence his struggle with another blow, but instead of backing down, Taehyung fought back. His fists flew with precision, landing on every man who dared to block his path. Their strikes connected against him, but he showed no sign of pain—his face calm, almost detached, as though their blows meant nothing.

And then—suddenly—it all stilled. Every sound, every struggle, seemed to pause when a voice cut through the chaos, echoing with a weight that made even the bravest freeze.

“Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi—if you two don’t stop this fight, the consequences will be far worse than you can imagine. You’ll lose the ones most precious to you. Leave my daughter, you bastards!” Mr. Kim’s furious roar echoed through the room, freezing everyone in place. Taehyung halted mid-step, fists tightening at his sides, while Yoongi roughly released Yn, letting her fall to the floor with a thud.