𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 (𝓙𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴)✔

chapter 40

Author's POV

"Aish, it was such a long flight! My body feels like it's been run over by a truck!" Mrs. Park groaned dramatically, stretching her stiff arms as she stepped out of the terminal.

"Oh god, I can't even feel my legs anymore! Why do flights have to be this miserable?" Mrs. Jeon added, rolling her neck with a sigh. Both women strutted ahead confidently like diva, their heels clicking against the airport floor as if they were models on a runway, leaving their husbands dragging behind, weighed down by the luggage.

The Parks and Jeons had finally landed in Canada to visit their beloved children. The anticipation of seeing Jimin and Jungkook had kept them energized through the grueling journey.

"Honestly, do they ever consider our backs?" Mr. Park muttered under his breath, glancing at Mr. Jeon, who chuckled softly and shook his head.

"They never do," Mr. Jeon replied, adjusting the strap of a heavy duffel bag on his shoulder. "Let's rest here for a moment. I'll call Jungkook and find out where they are."

The group paused in the bustling arrivals hall, standing near the large glass windows that overlooked the busy streets. Mr. Jeon pulled out his phone, dialing Jungkook's number with practiced ease. The phone rang once, twice, thrice-no answer.

"That's strange," Mr. Jeon muttered, his brows furrowing. "He always picks up."

"Maybe they're busy" Mrs. Park suggested, though her smile was beginning to falter.

Mrs. Jeon tried to lighten the mood. "You know how kids are-they probably lost track of time."

But when Mrs. Park dialed Jimin, only to be met with the same silence, a cold weight began to settle in her chest.

"Why aren't they answering?" Mrs. Park whispered, gripping her phone tighter, her fingers trembling slightly.

Mr. Jeon redialed, his frustration growing with each unanswered ring. Finally, on the sixth attempt, the call connected.

"Appa..."

The single word wasn't the cheerful greeting they'd been expecting. Jungkook's voice was cracked, hollow, trembling with something far more alarming.

"Jungkook-ah! What's wrong? Why do you sound like this?" Mr. Jeon's voice sharpened, the worry etched into every syllable.

"Appa..." Jungkook's voice broke entirely, and the sound of a sob echoed through the line. "Jimin... Jimin..."

"Jungkook, what's going on? What happened to Jimin?" Mr. Park barked, his deep voice snapping like a whip.

"I failed him, Dad... I failed to protect him..." Jungkook's sobs grew louder, his words suffocating under the weight of his guilt.

"Jungkook, focus!" Mr. Park growled, his tone commanding. "Tell us what happened, and tell us now!"

"They took him," Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling. "Two men pretending to be police officers... they... they took him, Dad."

The weight of Jungkook's words hit them like a freight train. Mrs. Park let out a sharp gasp, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Her legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving airport floor.

"No... no, not my Jimin..." she whispered, her voice cracking as tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

Mrs. Jeon knelt beside her, holding her shoulders as her own tears began to spill. "We'll get him back. We will," she said, though her shaking voice betrayed her own fear.

Meanwhile, the two men stood frozen, their expressions dark and foreboding. Mr. Park's face was a storm of fury, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. His hands, balled into trembling fists, looked ready to strike something. Beside him, Mr. Jeon's expression was even more terrifying-a cold, deadly calm that would make anyone's blood run cold.