The love story of Their Angel's Jin. If you plan on reading their Angel, don't read this first. It will ruin your full suspense
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In the bustling streets of Seoul, where wealth and privilege reign supreme, Kim Seokjin stands as the epitome of s...
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Jin reached his Dad's house and stormed inside. He opened the door with a push and went towards the basement stairs cause he very well know his Dad must be there along with his brothers.
He opened the door and as expected, Mr. Kim was there. He looked around and saw Yoongi and Namjoon sitting on two chairs.
"I was expecting you Jin," Mr. Kim said with a smug expression
"When we talked about my brother's living with me, why the hell did you brought them here?" He asked with a no nonsense tone.
Mr. Kim just shrugged, "you are already out of control. I didn't wanted this brats to be same as their stupid elder brother."
Jin clenched his fist, "Say all you want about me, but don't you dare say anything about my brothers! And the last time I checked, I am the legal guardian of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi not you!! So you have no right to take their life decisions!!"
He walked towards his brothers, "Go and wait in the car," he said and expected Yoongi and Namjoon to stand up but they didn't.
"Yoongs, Joon, I told you something. Go and wait in the car!" Namjoon looked at Yoongi, who sighed and signaled something to Jin.
Jin’s heart dropped when he noticed the ropes binding Yoongi and Namjoon’s hands to the wooden pillars behind their chairs. His father’s smug expression only made his blood boil.
“What the hell is this?” Jin snapped, stepping closer.
“They wouldn’t listen,” Mr. Kim said casually, as if tying up his own sons was a normal occurrence. “I had to teach them their place.”
Jin clenched his fists, the urge to punch the man growing stronger with each passing second. “Untie them. Now.”
Mr. Kim laughed darkly. “Do you really think you can order me around? I’m still your father.”
“You lost the right to call yourself that the moment you hurt them!” Jin roared, his voice echoing in the basement. He moved toward Yoongi and Namjoon, but Mr. Kim stepped in his way.
“They stay here until you learn to respect me,” Mr. Kim said coldly. “You’ve let your brothers run wild, Seokjin. This is the only way to fix them.”
Jin glared at him, his voice sharp as a blade. “They don’t need fixing. They’re perfect the way they are—better than you’ll ever be.”
Ignoring his father’s scoff, Jin pushed past him and knelt beside Yoongi. “Are you okay, Yoongs? Joon?”
Namjoon nodded weakly, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “We’re fine, Hyung. Don’t let him get to you.”
Yoongi, on the other hand, looked furious. “Don’t argue with him, Hyung. Just get us out of here.”
Jin nodded and grabbed the ropes, tugging at them with all his strength. But they were tight—too tight.
Mr. Kim smirked. “You’re wasting your time. Those knots won’t come loose without the key.”
