"The Kim Dynasty: Secrets of the Heart"

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Chapter 41: Retribution and Love

Namjoon sat at the grand desk in his office, fingers steepled, his eyes cold and calculating. The university had always been his domain, with a fifty-percent stake, but after what had transpired with Jimin today, he was done playing half-owner. He wanted it all. The other universities, including the one Taehyung and Jungkook attended, would now fall completely under his control.

"Jackson," Namjoon said, his voice hard, "prepare the documents. I want all the universities under my wing by the end of this week."

Jackson, sitting opposite Namjoon, nodded, already typing furiously on his laptop. "Consider it done," he replied, his usual playful demeanor replaced by professional focus.

The legalities were straightforward, and Jackson had already begun drafting the paperwork. His best friend wanted complete control over the university system, and Jackson knew better than to delay. With Namjoon’s reputation, nobody would dare stand in his way.

As Jackson continued his work, Namjoon leaned back in his chair. His mind drifted back to Jimin, his brother’s lover, drenched in water, humiliated in front of the entire university. The mere thought of someone touching Jimin, let alone disrespecting him, sent a wave of fury through Namjoon’s veins.

He picked up his phone, dialing the head of his mafia operations. The line barely rang before it was answered.

“I want every detail on that girl. I want to know who she is, where she’s from, and everything about her family.”

It didn’t take long for the information to come back. Namjoon’s contact was efficient, and within the hour, Namjoon knew everything. The girl was the spoiled daughter of a wealthy businessman—a man who was known for his immoral lifestyle and unsavory business dealings. A man-whore, Namjoon thought with disgust.

His jaw clenched as he read through the report. The girl’s actions were a reflection of her upbringing, but that didn’t excuse what she had done to Jimin. Namjoon was not the type to let things slide, especially when it came to his family.

His patience was gone. “Bring the girl to the basement,” Namjoon ordered, his voice like steel. “I want her there by the time I leave.”

As the call ended, Namjoon turned to Jackson, who was finishing the last of the legal documentation. “You’re coming with me to America. We have important work to do,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Jackson simply nodded. He knew Namjoon too well to question him when he was in this mood.

Before leaving, Namjoon called Taehyung and Jungkook. The two had just finished their football match, victorious and riding high on their win.

“Tae, Jungkook,” Namjoon’s voice was calm but laced with anger. “Something happened today with Jimin.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Jungkook’s voice came through, tight with tension. “What happened, Hyung?”

Namjoon quickly explained the events—how Jimin had been humiliated in front of the entire university, how a girl had dared to disrespect him, and how Namjoon had already taken steps to ensure the girl was punished.

On the other end, Taehyung and Jungkook were fuming. Their victory on the field was forgotten, replaced by a burning rage at the thought of someone hurting their lover.

“Where is she?” Taehyung asked, his voice cold and sharp.

“In the basement,” Namjoon replied. “But I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Jungkook’s voice came through next, low and dangerous. “Don’t worry, Hyung. We’ll take care of it. You and Jackson go to America. We’ll handle things here.”

Namjoon was satisfied with their response. He knew his brothers could be trusted to deal with the situation in their own way. With that reassurance, he and Jackson left for the airport, leaving the matter in the capable hands of Taehyung and Jungkook.

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At the stadium, Taehyung and Jungkook paced around in anger. The thought of someone laying a finger on Jimin was unbearable. Jungkook clenched his fists, his knuckles white, while Taehyung’s jaw was set in a hard line.

Unable to stay still any longer, they called their private jet. The pilot was instructed to fly to the stadium where their football match had taken place, and within minutes, the powerful aircraft landed, drawing the attention of everyone present. Teachers, students, and even the audience stared in awe and disbelief.

Everyone knew the influence and power that the Kims held, but it wasn’t every day that they saw it on full display. The sight of the private jet arriving at the stadium was a testament to the sheer wealth and power of the family.

Taehyung and Jungkook paid no mind to the onlookers. Their minds were focused solely on one thing—revenge. They quickly informed their coach of the urgent business they needed to attend to, and the coach, well aware of who they were, gave them his blessing without hesitation.

Without another word, the two brothers boarded their jet and flew directly to the basement where the girl was being held.

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The basement was cold, dimly lit, and eerie. The girl was there, shackled to a large pole, fear evident in her wide eyes. She had heard stories about the Kims—about how ruthless they could be when provoked—and now she was face to face with the consequences of her actions.

Taehyung and Jungkook entered the room, their faces expressionless, but the intensity in their eyes was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The guards stood at attention, watching as the two brothers approached the girl.

“We don’t hit women,” Jungkook said, his voice cold and detached. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t suffer.”

The girl whimpered, her bravado gone. She tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but Taehyung silenced her with a sharp look.

“You humiliated Jimin,” Taehyung said, his voice low and menacing. “Now it’s your turn.”

The brothers didn’t need to lay a hand on her to exact their punishment. Instead, they had something far more terrifying planned.

A large, transparent glass container had been set up in the center of the room. It was filled with water, and as the girl watched in horror, Taehyung and Jungkook ordered the guards to place her inside. She was suspended by a strong stick, her body submerged in the water with only her face above the surface.

Then, without a word, the guards released several dangerous, carnivorous fish into the tank. The water churned as the fish swam around her, their sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. The girl screamed, thrashing in the water as the fish circled her, but the brothers remained unmoved.

Satisfied with their work, Taehyung and Jungkook turned to leave. As they exited the room, they could hear the girl’s screams echoing through the basement, but it didn’t bother them. They had seen worse, and the guards—hardened by years of serving the Kims—didn’t even flinch.

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Back at the Kim mansion, Jimin was sitting in the living room, talking to Mrs. Kim and J-Hope. The warmth of their company was a stark contrast to the cold cruelty that had unfolded in the basement. Mrs. Kim, ever the doting mother, had already heard about what had happened at the university.

“Jimin-ah,” she said, her voice gentle but firm, “it’s better if you go see Tae and Jungkook. They need you right now.”

Jimin hesitated but nodded. Mrs. Kim always knew best, and deep down, he wanted to see his lovers, to make sure they were okay.

With Mrs. Kim’s blessing, Jimin made his way towards their rooms, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what the future held, but whatever it was, he would face it together with Taehyung and Jungkook.