Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 68 ⚠️

Warning ⚠️
(This chapter includes intense violence, blood and uncomfortable stuffs..read on your own risk)

LEENA'S POV 💍

"JIMIN!" Yoongi's voice cut through the tense silence, cold and authoritative. Jimin stepped in quickly, holding a small bag, his expression unreadable as always.

"Did you bring what I wanted?" He spoke loud, clear.

Jimin nodded, pulling out the bag of salt. He raised an eyebrow, though the confusion in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

"Yes, boss... But what will you do with salt?"

Yoongi's focus shifted to Minjae, standing frozen, fear plastered across her face.

"Take Minjae from here first... I want her to rot behind bars."

Minjae's eyes widened in horror, and she stepped back, her voice trembling.

"No... no, please! I didn't do anything wrong! I was just loving him!"

Yoongi's anger flared again, and he snapped at her, his voice like a whip.

"ARE YOU SICK OR WHAT? LOVING A SICK BASTARD LIKE THIS?!"

Tears spilled from Minjae's eyes as she dropped to her knees, shaking.

"I'M REALLY SORRY... I realize now I was wrong... please, don't turn me in to the police..."

Yoongi's gaze hardened as he watched her, his expression cold and unmoved.

"FINE. Get out of here. But if you dare open your mouth about this bastard ever again... I'll make sure you rot behind the bars."

Minjae sobbed in relief, scrambling to her feet. She hesitated for a moment, then rushed toward me, her eyes pleading.

"I'm so sorry, Leena... Forgive me if you can... I was sick to love him, but he wasn't like this in high school, I swear."

I felt a strange pity for her-seeing how twisted her love had turned. I looked at her, softening just a little.

"I know... Please go. Go from here."

She nodded, wiping her tears before stumbling out of the room, leaving us alone with Chanwoo, who was still sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain.

"JIMIN... SALT."

Jimin looked at Yoongi with a flicker of hesitation, clearly uncomfortable with what was about to happen.

"But, boss... what will you do with salt?"

Yoongi's eyes gleamed darkly as he turned back toward Chanwoo, the cold smirk playing on his lips.

"Marinate this bastard before sending him to hell."

There was a brief moment where Jimin and I exchanged glances. I could feel the discomfort growing inside me, but I knew it was nothing compared to the justice Yoongi had in mind for Chanwoo. The man deserved no mercy, not after what he'd done.

Yoongi turned to me, his voice softer but firm.

"Leena, go home... I'll be back."

I shook my head quickly, refusing to leave his side, fear gripping me at the thought of being apart from him again.

"No... no, I won't leave you... I can't."

Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to remain calm despite the storm raging inside him.

"Leena, you won't be able to see what's going to happen next"

I stood my ground, determination in my voice.