Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

5.7

Jimin's face twisted with fury as he pressed the phone to his ear, his grip so tight it was as if he might crush the device. The air around him seemed to grow heavier, thick with the storm of anger brewing inside him.

"What did you just say?" he hissed, his voice low and menacing, though it barely masked the explosive rage that was simmering beneath the surface.

The man on the other end of the line was audibly panicking, his words coming out in a frantic rush. "Boss, everything's gone. He burned it all-every last bit of it! The stuff, the weapons, the shipments... they're nothing but ashes now!"

Jimin's breath quickened, the words slicing through his composure like a knife. His free hand clenched into a fist, the knuckles turning white as he processed the gravity of the situation. The empire he had meticulously built, the tools of his power, reduced to nothing in a single, devastating blow. Taehyung. It had to be him.

"You mean to tell me," Jimin began, his voice eerily calm, "that all the shipments, the weapons, everything... are gone?"

The man on the other end was practically shaking now, his fear palpable through the phone. "Yes, boss! We-we tried to stop it, but he was too fast, too prepared. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late. The fire-it spread so quickly, and-"

"Enough!" Jimin roared, his voice echoing through the room like a thunderclap. He couldn't believe this. How had Taehyung managed to outmaneuver him so completely? How had he gotten the drop on him, burning everything Jimin had painstakingly amassed?

He could almost see the smirk on Taehyung's face as the flames consumed everything, that smug satisfaction of a man who had just turned the tables in this deadly game. The thought only fueled Jimin's fury, a white-hot rage that threatened to consume him.

"Do you have any idea what you've just allowed to happen?" he snarled into the phone, his teeth grinding together. "Years of work, connections, everything-gone! Because of your incompetence!"

The man on the other end could only stammer, knowing full well that nothing he could say would placate Jimin now. "Boss, I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Sorry won't bring it back!" Jimin snapped, his eyes blazing with a cold, unforgiving fire. "You let him do this. You stood there and let him destroy everything!"

He could feel the walls closing in around him, the carefully constructed web of power he had woven unraveling strand by strand. And all because of that bastard, Taehyung. The very thought of him, the man who had the audacity to strike at him like this, made Jimin's blood boil.

"Find him," Jimin ordered, his voice deadly quiet now, every word dripping with malice. "I want him found, and when you do, you bring him to me. Alive. Do you understand?"

The man on the other end quickly agreed, his fear evident. "Yes, boss. We'll find him, I promise."

Jimin ended the call with a sharp click, his hand trembling as he lowered the phone. His eyes burned with a vengeful fury, and his mind raced with thoughts of retribution. Taehyung had crossed a line, and for that, he would pay. Dearly.

"Burned it all..." Jimin muttered to himself, his voice a mix of disbelief and wrath. "You think you've won, Taehyung? You think you can just take everything from me and walk away?"

His chest heaved as he paced the room, the tension in his muscles begging for release. "You've seen my love for her, but now... now you'll see the monster I can become."

The words hung in the air, a dark promise that Jimin was all too ready to fulfill.

~~~~~

Taehyung's patience was wearing thin, frayed to the point of snapping. His normally calm and calculating demeanor had been replaced by a storm of rage and desperation that boiled just beneath the surface. Grabbing the man by his collar, he jerked him forward, their faces inches apart. His eyes, usually so cold and composed, were now blazing with an intensity that made the man tremble.