You Never Know [JIKOOK]

59. End This Shit.

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Nathalie leaned back, a cruel smile curling on her lips as she watched Jimin break. His shoulders trembled, and his quiet sobs echoed in the dimly lit room.

Pathetic.

But before she could fully savor her victory, the door slammed open with a loud BANG!

The sudden noise made her jolt, her amusement flickering.

She turned, her brows furrowing as two of her men entered, struggling to keep a thrashing figure under control. The man's hands were tied behind his back, and a rough sack covered his head. His muffled screams filled the air, but one thing was clear—he was furious.

"LET ME FUCKING GO!" the man roared, his voice raw with rage.

Nathalie stiffened. That voice—she knew that voice.

"Vincent?" she muttered, disbelief flashing across her face.

The two men dragged him to the empty chair across from them and shoved him down forcefully. The chair scraped against the floor, the sound grating against her nerves.

"N-Nathalie?" Vincent's voice was laced with confusion, his breathing heavy through the cover on his head. "Are YOU the reason why I'm here?!" he snapped, his tone shifting to anger.

Nathalie's frown deepened. "What the fuck?" She turned sharply to Mingyu, her frustration bubbling. "Why is he here? He should be doing his job, not—" she gestured at Vincent's bound form, her voice growing tense, "this!"

Mingyu, who had been comfortably seated, merely smirked. He leaned back, stretching lazily like he had all the time in the world. "That fucker had other plans, Nathalie," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Turns out, he was never planning to kill Jimin's family."

Nathalie's blood ran cold.

Mingyu's smirk widened as he continued, watching her reaction with dark amusement. "He was planning to hide Jimin from you instead."

A dangerous silence filled the room.

Then, in a flash, Nathalie marched toward Vincent and slapped him—hard. The impact echoed through the basement.

"HOW DARE YOU TRIED TO RUIN MY PLAN?!" She screamed, her chest heaving with rage.

Vincent's head snapped to the side from the force of the hit, he wanted to glare at Nathalie, but he was covered. "You are sick, Nathalie," he spat, his voice trembling with fury. "You're evil!"

Nathalie raised her hand again, ready to strike, but—

"That's enough."

Mingyu's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Nathalie stopped mid-motion, her body stiffening. She turned to look at him, but his expression was unreadable.

Mingyu stood up, his usual relaxed demeanor slipping into something much darker. "Sit," he ordered.

Nathalie clenched her jaw but obeyed, her hands curled into fists at her sides. She glared again at Vincent but said nothing.

Mingyu turned to his men. "Uncover him."

With a swift motion, the sack was yanked off Vincent's head. He gasped, sucking in fresh air before his eyes darted around the room.

"WHY AM I HERE—" His words stopped instantly when he saw Jimin.

His love. Bound. Crying.

Vincent chest tightened. "J-Jimin?!" So this was why Jimin hadn't been answering him. He had been here—suffering. He thought.