Kim Taehyung, also known as V, was one of the biggest mafia bosses in South Korea. He was ruthless, cunning, and feared by all who crossed his path. But there was one person who he would do anything for, who he was completely obsessed with, and that...
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Jimin's fist fell against the door again, the pain in his knuckles echoing the ache in his chest. "Taehyung, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. But the only reply was the muffled sound of sobs and the occasional thud from within the room. He knew he couldn't change what was happening on the other side, but he had to try.
Jimin's thoughts raced as he tried to piece together what had led to this horrific moment. He had never seen this side of Taehyung. The side of Taehyung which was capable of doing such a vile act. He felt sick to his stomach, his insides twisting with regret and anger. If only he had stabbed him deeply, maybe Jungkook wouldn't be in this position.
The sobs grew louder, and Jimin's heart sank. His mind swirled with possible scenarios, each one worse than the last. He took a deep, shaky breath and wiped the tears.
Determined to help Jungkook, Jimin stepped back and He took a moment to gather his strength, his muscles tensing as he braced himself. With a roar of anger and despair, he threw his shoulder into the wood hoping it would break the lock, but nothing happened, it didn't work.
He stumbled back, the shock of his failure reverberating through his body. His eyes searched the living room, looking for something, anything, that could help him save Jungkook. But there wasn't anything which would help him break the door.
He stood there frozen, everything was too much for him to digest. He doesn't know how long he stood there before the door creaked open. Jimin turned around and saw Jungkook curled up on the bed, his clothes torn and his chest filled with hickeys. Taehyung came out of the room buttoning his shirt.
"I was mad at you but I took out my anger on him. I'll give you 24 hours. You should willingly come and live with me, or else you'll face the same fate as him" Taehyung said, his eyes dark.
Shiver ran down jimin's spine, unable to answer anything. "Don't you dare go to police, the consequences won't be good" He threatened jimin and walked out of the house.
Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's, they were filled with a mix of pain and fear. Jimin's gaze was filled with rage and helplessness. He couldn't believe what Taehyung had done. The room was suffocating.
Jimin rushed to Jungkook's side. He gently touched Jungkook's arm, trying to offer comfort. Jungkook flinched at the contact, his whole body trembling. "I'm sorry," Jimin murmured, his voice shaking. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook. Let's go to the police station, he must be punished." Jimin said, his voice filled with anger.
Without waiting for Jungkook's answer, Jimin took his wrist and lead him out of the house. Just when they were about to get into Jungkook's car, Mr. Park came running towards them.
"Yeonjun is missing," he panted, "I've looked everywhere, but he's nowhere to be found."
Jimin felt the world spin around him. The weight of the situation grew heavier, and he had to lean against the car to stay upright. Jungkook stared at him, his eyes wide with shock.
