UNLOVED WIFE

64. A HEARTBROKEN SEARCH

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I want him alive, Yoongi," Jungkook growled, his voice heavy with rage as his sharp eyes burned with intensity. His clenched fists trembled, and his jaw tightened as if trying to contain the storm within him.

Yoongi, unwavering in his loyalty, bowed in obedience. "Understood, sir," he replied before turning to leave. Thus, the hunt began.

Park Bogum was a celebrated actor, his fame matched only by the layers of security guarding him. It wasn't a simple task to infiltrate his world, let alone abduct him without attracting media attention.

Jungkook's reputation as a powerful business tycoon demanded precision and subtlety-one wrong move, and the headlines would label him a murderer.

Yoongi, however, was a master of his craft. Patient and calculated, he executed every step of Jungkook's meticulous plan. Bogum's fortress-like security was breached.

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Now, Yoongi drove silently, steering through deserted roads with Jungkook beside him.

The air inside the car was thick with tension, the faint hum of the engine doing little to ease the suffocating silence, he has captured Bogum now he is taking Jungkook to where he held Bogum captive.

Finally, Yoongi broke the quiet. "Sir, this is the footage from Bogum's apartment," he said, handing over a USB drive.

Jungkook snatched it quickly, his hands almost trembling with anticipation. He pulled out his laptop and inserted the drive without hesitation. The screen lit up, and the video began to play.

What Jungkook saw made his heart shatter and ignite with fury at the same time. His Taehyung, the person he cherished above all, was in the footage. Tormented. Bound like an animal. Helpless.

Jungkook's breathing grew uneven, his chest heaving with raw emotion. Every vile act Bogum committed was on full display-every cruel moment captured on film.

His hand tightened into a fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. His vision blurred with unshed tears, but his anger burned brighter than any sadness.

His voice was low, venomous, as he muttered under his breath, "He's going to die by my hands for sure in the most cruelest way one could ever."

Tears of aggression streamed down Jungkook's face as he stared at the screen, the images etching themselves into his memory.

The pain, the humiliation Taehyung endured-it was unforgivable. Bogum had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

Amid the chaos in his head, a singular thought cut through the haze. He needed to see Taehyung. Now.

"Change of plans," Jungkook said, his voice low but edged with urgency. His sharp gaze locked onto Yoongi, who glanced at him from the driver's seat.

"Sir?" Yoongi asked cautiously, sensing the shift in his tone.

"Take me to Bogum's apartment," Jungkook commanded, his voice steadier now but no less chilling. "Not to the other location."

Yoongi frowned for a moment, processing the order. "But, sir... Bogum-"

"Forget Bogum, Taehyung is at his apartment," Jungkook snapped, his voice suddenly sharp like a whip. "I need to see Taehyung first. Drive."

"Yes, sir," Yoongi replied, immediately adjusting their route.

Yoongi didn't watch the footage out of respect. Who knew what he might see in it?

It would be disrespectful to view Taehyung in such a vulnerable state, especially if he were naked.