𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

25. Blackmail

Jungkook stormed into his mansion, his mind still boiling with rage. The unsolved mystery of who was behind the interception of his shipment gnawed at him, making his blood boil even more. The grand entrance of his luxurious home did little to calm the storm inside him. His members-Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin-were already in the living room, but seeing Jungkook's dark aura, they didn't dare say a word. They exchanged silent glances as Jungkook marched past them and headed upstairs, the cold metal of the gun still clenched in his hand.

They knew better than to approach him in this state. Jimin exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair as they all settled on the couch, trying to make sense of what had happened at the auction.

"It was a massacre," Yoongi muttered, his voice low. "Whoever's behind this has a death wish. Jeon's not going to stop until he finds them."

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "Whoever dared to auction our goods is signing their own death warrant. I just hope we can get to them before Jeon loses it completely."

As they spoke, Hoseok entered the room, his face curious. "What the hell happened there? I saw all the security cameras go dark."

Yoongi leaned back, crossing his arms. "You don't even want to know. Let's just say... we need to track down whoever was behind it fast."

Meanwhile, Jungkook reached the top of the stairs, heading toward his room. His grip tightened on the gun, his knuckles turning white. He didn't care about anyone else at this moment. There was only one person he needed to see-Taehyung, his lover. Taehyung was the only one who could calm the storm inside him. The thought of his soft voice and calming presence was the only thing that kept Jungkook from going on a further rampage.

"Baby," Jungkook murmured to himself. He imagined Taehyung returning home from university, waiting to greet him with a smile. But as he pushed open the door to his room, it was empty. Taehyung hadn't arrived yet.

Jungkook sighed heavily, sinking onto the couch. His mood, already dark, seemed to grow even worse. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he took a deep drag, puffing out his frustration.

Then, a knock came at the door.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, already irritated by the interruption. "Who is it?" he snapped.

A voice came from the other side. "It's Yuna."

Jungkook sighed, clearly displeased. He didn't have the energy to deal with her right now. "Leave me alone."

"But it's urgent," Yuna insisted, her voice slightly trembling as if she knew she was stepping into dangerous territory.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, clearly irritated. "Fine. Come in."

The door creaked open, and Yuna walked in, a nervous smile plastered on her face. She had always been an unwanted presence around Jungkook, someone who had made her feelings for him all too obvious. But Jungkook didn't care for her-he only tolerated her because she was somewhat useful as a spy within his organization.

"What do you want?" Jungkook asked coldly, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he glared at her from the couch, his dark eyes reflecting the dim light of the room.

Yuna hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, trying to keep her voice steady. "I... I found out something important. About Taehyung."

At the mention of Taehyung's name, Jungkook's entire demeanor changed. His eyes sharpened, and he sat up straighter, his grip on the cigarette tightening. "What about him?"

Yuna swallowed, trying to mask her nervousness. "I know who he really is. Taehyung... he's the son of the Kims."

Jungkook's blood ran cold. The Kims-Taehyung's family, who had been brutally murdered in front of him. The trauma that Taehyung carried, the very reason Jungkook had gone to great lengths to keep that part of his past hidden. His hand slowly moved to the gun resting beside him, his jaw clenched in barely controlled rage.