CLOSER ll Jikook ll🔞 [Complete ✅]

CHAPTER 14

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Warning

Blood
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PARK MANSION - JIMIN'S OFFICE - 6:10 PM

There isn't much light in front of Jimin, who is sitting at his sleek desk, except for the desk lamp, giving dim light and making long shadows across the dark wood panels inside his office.

His jaw clenches, and his fingers tap impatiently as he dials one of his men. The man answers hardly a ring later. He barks, "Where the hell is Jungkook?"

On the other end, the operative's voice is nervous and static-laced. "Sir, we have a rough idea as to his location, but it's not in any way pinpointed. We had been monitoring his movements before, but-"

"Rough idea?" Jimin's voice falls a few degrees, cooling the room. "What the fuck I am supposed to do with that? I don't want half-baked guesses; I want the right information. What kind of man-tracking are you doing if you can't nail down one guy's location?"

The operative stutters, scrambling for an explanation. "W-We're doing our best, but there's interference, and-"

"Interference?" Jimin's voice cuts through his excuses. "Enough. If you can't do your job, then stay out of my way. I'll handle this myself."

He slams the phone down; the sharp click echoes through the tense silence. His office feels all of a sudden oppressive, the rich, polished surfaces squeezing in like the ticking of a time bomb.

Every second wasted is one more opportunity for something or someone to strike at Jungkook.

Jimin doesn't waste another moment and strides to the door, his mind already racing into what lies ahead. He isn't one to sit back and wait. If his men can't provide answers, he'll get them himself.

The moment he steps into the hallway his driver is already moving, opening the door of the sleek black Mercedes. The car purrs like a predator ready to spring. Jimin slides into the back, expression hard and focused.

Updates ping on his phone, but he brushes them aside with a sharp flick of his thumb. All of his attention narrows down to a single command.

"Sunshine Hotel. Now."

The driver just nods, the tyres screeching as they launch from the iron gates of the mansion. Breakneck speed through the darkened streets, with neon lights streaking past, the mind of Jimin a storm of strategies and worst-case scenarios: every corner a possible trap, every minute critical. He drums his fingers against his thigh.

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SUNSHINE HOTEL - 6:53 PM

The Mercedes pulls up in front of the Sunshine Hotel, and the glossy black peels away to reveal the dazzling light of the towering building. Its elegant facade is decorated with sleek glass and polished steel, but the air reverberates with an undercurrent of something ominous. Jimin gets out, hard eyes taking in the scene with a calculating sweep.

He ignores the doormen's polite greetings and jerks towards the entrance again, the sharp suit cutting through the luxurious, affluent sea like a blade. The sparkling chandeliers, the marble floors, and the opulence of the hotel seem mocking in comparison to the urgency seething inside him.

He reached the front desk, eyes cold and fixed on the trembling receptionist.
"I need to know if Jeon Jungkook is here. Now."

The receptionist blinks, the look in his eyes momentarily paralyzed by Jimin's intensity before he fumbles with words. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but-"