WHISPERED PROMISE || MIN YOONGI X OC

The Devil's Playground

The mansion echoed with a deafening silence. Yoongi stood in the room Alia had fled from, its disarray a stark contrast to the pristine order she usually maintained.

The broken door, hanging limply on its hinges,  was a gaping wound in the once-secure space.

Guilt gnawed at his insides. He hadn't protected her, and hadn't been able to fight off the demons that had taken root in her mind.

The accusations, raw and fresh in his memory, echoed in his head – a constant reminder of the love he'd failed to defend.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, the scent of her lavender perfume a faint reminder of her presence. He desperately needed to find her, to explain, to clear his name. But where would she go?

His mind raced, piecing together the events of the past few days. Her withdrawn behavior, the unanswered calls… 

Thinking quickly, Yoongi decided to track Alia's phone.  He knew it was a long shot, a violation of her privacy, but in this desperate situation, he had no choice.  Using his hacking skills, honed during his years as the Ghost, he managed to bypass the security and locate her phone.

The location pinged on his screen – an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.  A cold dread settled in his stomach.  This wasn't a place Alia would go on her own. Someone had taken her.

Yoongi didn't waste another moment.  He grabbed his jacket, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.  He needed to get to her, to fight for her, to prove his innocence.  He wouldn't let Viper, or anyone else, take her away from him.

With a steely determination in his eyes, Yoongi stormed out of the mansion, his car roaring to life as he sped off towards the abandoned warehouse, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

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The silence in the locked room pressed down on Alia, heavy and suffocating. Fear gnawed at her, a cold serpent coiling around her heart. 

Viper's words echoed in her mind, his lies painting a horrifying picture of Yoongi, the man she loved.  But somewhere, a tiny spark flickered, a doubt she couldn't ignore. 

The memory of Yoongi's tear-filled face, his pain mirroring her own, kept resurfacing.

Suddenly, a muffled voice broke through the silence.  Alia's head snapped towards the door, straining to hear the faint words.  It was Mark.

"Alia!" he whispered urgently.  "It's me, Mark. Listen carefully."

His voice, shaky with fear and desperate urgency, pierced through the fog of her emotions.  A sliver of hope flickered to life.

"Yoongi didn't kill your parents," Mark continued, his voice barely a whisper.  "It was Viper. He lied to you, manipulated you.  I… I helped him, but I didn't know the truth.  Please, you have to escape."

Alia's mind reeled.  Viper's carefully constructed web of lies began to unravel.  Betrayal, sharp and raw, pierced through her. 

She had condemned Yoongi, the man who cared for her, based on lies.  Shame flooded her cheeks, a burning tide of regret.

"There's a hole in the back of the restroom," Mark continued, his voice laced with desperation.  "It's small, but you can fit through.  Please, Alia, get out of here.  Go to Yoongi, he's looking for you."

Tears welled up in Alia's eyes, blurring her vision.  Yoongi.  The love in his eyes, the warmth of his touch, all came flooding back. 

She remembered his tear-streaked face, the echo of his pain mirroring her own.  A sob escaped her lips, a torrent of guilt and a desperate plea for forgiveness.