"you are only mine babygirl you can't escape from me you are mine to love mine to fuck mine to destroy all your body and soul mind and heart is mine little girl got it " the male said
Jeon jungkook is a rich billionaire in the country and under gro...
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The cool evening breeze sliced through the open windows of the speeding car as Yoongi gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension. The sound of the tires screeching as the car took a sharp turn echoed through the empty streets, matching the storm brewing in the dark sky above. Thick clouds clustered ominously, their heavy presence adding to the weight pressing down on their chests.
Hoseok sat in the passenger seat, his eyes darting nervously between the road and his phone. His fingers tapped frantically, trying to trace any possible lead from the brief, fragmented call they had received. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his pale face, the furrowed lines of worry etched deep into his features.
“Drive faster, hyung,” Hoseok muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. His knee bounced uncontrollably, a physical manifestation of his impatience.
Yoongi’s jaw tightened as he pressed harder on the accelerator, the car roaring to life as it surged forward. "I’m going as fast as I can without flipping this thing over," he gritted through clenched teeth, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit roads ahead.
The clouds above began to rumble, and droplets of rain splattered against the windshield, blurring their already frantic view. It was as if nature itself was mirroring the chaos inside them.
"She's out there somewhere, Hoseok," Yoongi said, his voice low but filled with unrelenting determination. "We’ll find her. No matter what."
Hoseok nodded silently, clutching the phone in his hands as if it were the only lifeline to Y/n. His mind raced with images of her—lost, hurt, scared, and calling for them. He clenched his fists, vowing to tear apart anyone who dared to harm her.
The car sped on through the darkened streets, their desperation fueling every twist and turn, every beat of their racing hearts. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm within them—because failure wasn’t an option. Not when Y/n was counting on them.
Yoongi's knuckles turned bone white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, veins bulging from the sheer force of his hold. His flexed muscles rippled under his fitted shirt, emphasizing his strength and control as he maneuvered the car with sharp precision. The engine roared loudly, the car weaving through the winding paths at an almost reckless speed, every second feeling like a lifetime.
Behind him, a convoy of sleek black vehicles followed in disciplined formation, their headlights piercing through the dense rain and darkness. His men, loyal to their leader, mirrored his urgency, pushing their vehicles to match Yoongi's relentless pace. The sound of tires screeching against wet pavement and the low growl of engines filled the air, creating an atmosphere of tense determination.
Hoseok braced himself against the passenger door, gripping the handle as Yoongi took another sharp turn, narrowly missing the edge of the road. His heart pounded in sync with the chaos around them, but he dared not speak, knowing Yoongi’s fury and focus were razor-sharp.
