🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

64.

In a dimly lit room filled with shadows, Jack leaned back in his chair, a predatory glint in his eyes. The air around him was thick with tension as he stared at the images of Jimin on his phone, memories of the past swirling in his mind. A sinister smile spread across his face, revealing his intentions. The taste of power and control lingered on his tongue, and he wasn’t about to let Jimin slip away so easily.

Jack had been seething since Jimin's abrupt departure from their home. The moment he learned that Jimin had run off to be with Yoongi, anger surged through him like a wildfire. How dare he think he could escape? Jack was determined to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

“Find him!” he barked at his henchmen, who hovered nearby, uneasy under his intense gaze. “I want to know where Jimin is, and I want to know now!”

One of the men shifted nervously. “But sir, we’ve already checked his usual haunts. No one has seen him since he left.”

Jack’s eyes darkened. “Then check again! I don’t care what it takes. I want that little brat back, and if anyone gets in my way, I’ll make sure they regret it.” The threat was chilling, laced with an undercurrent of violence that made his henchmen flinch.

Days turned into restless nights as Jack tirelessly sought Jimin, his obsession intensifying with each passing moment. His anger morphed into a twisted desire to exert control, to show Jimin that he would always be a part of his life, whether he wanted it or not.

Jack took a moment to regain his composure and turned his attention to Jimin's parents. They had dared to stand against him, and now they would pay the price. He dialed their number, his heart racing with anticipation.

“Hello?” Jimin’s father answered, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“Mr. Park,” Jack drawled, his tone dripping with malice. “I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to discuss your son.”

“What do you want with Jimin?” his father snapped, voice trembling. “He’s no longer your concern!”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Jack replied, his voice smooth as silk. “You see, Jimin is very much my concern, especially since he decided to run away. I can’t have him spreading lies about our marriage, can I? It would ruin my reputation. And trust me, I’m not above making this very… inconvenient for you.”

Jimin’s father felt a chill run down his spine, but he refused to back down. “You will not threaten my family, Jack. We’re done with you!”

Jack’s laughter echoed ominously through the phone. “You don’t understand, do you? I have the means to make your life a living hell. I could ruin your business, destroy your name. You wouldn’t want that, would you? All I need is for you to help me find Jimin. If you don’t cooperate… well, let’s just say it could get very ugly for you.”

“Leave us alone!” his father shouted, but the fear in his voice was unmistakable.

Jack hung up, satisfaction curling his lips as he savored the power he wielded over Jimin’s family. He relished the thought of sowing discord, knowing that their fear would force them to comply. If they wouldn’t help him willingly, he would make them desperate enough to do so.

As the days turned into weeks, Jack’s search became increasingly frantic. He tapped into his network, employing private investigators and informants, searching for even the faintest trace of Jimin. Every failed attempt only fueled his rage, and he felt the walls closing in around him.

Jimin’s absence was like a gaping hole in his life, and he refused to let it remain empty. He needed Jimin back, needed to reclaim the control he had lost. Jack began to stalk the streets, haunting the places they used to visit together, the memories tormenting him.

Each face that passed by felt like a potential lead, and he was relentless. He stopped by cafes, parks, and shopping districts, asking questions and gathering information. “Have you seen this boy?” he would demand, brandishing photos of Jimin, his demeanor volatile and intimidating.

One evening, as he paced in his dimly lit apartment, he received a call from one of his informants. “I think I found him. He’s been seen at a mansion near the park, with someone named Yoongi.”

Jack’s pulse quickened, a dangerous grin spreading across his face. “Finally,” he whispered, his voice laced with venom. “I’ll make sure Jimin understands the consequences of his actions. No one leaves me.”

With renewed determination, Jack plotted his next move. He would find Jimin, and he would make him understand that their connection could never be severed. He was done playing games. It was time to show Jimin just how far he was willing to go to reclaim what he believed was his.

And so, the hunt for Jimin continued, the lines of danger and desire intertwining as Jack spiraled deeper into his obsession, hell-bent on reasserting his control over the boy who had dared to escape his grasp.

" Just wait , jimin ! Your body , your every inch of body belongs to me ! Let me come , and give you the same pleasure !! "

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