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 entered the basement with a smirk seconds after Mr. Kim shouted his name. He leaned on the door with his hands in his pocket, "How was the surprise, Dad?" he asked
Mr. Kim turned to him furiously, " How dare you Jin!! How dare you burn down my factory!! Do you even know how much money I lost because of your stupid stunt!!"
Namjoon and Yoongi's eyes widened hearing Mr. Kim's words. They both looked at each other. Did Jin really burnt a whole damn factory in order to save them?
"Well, I told you. Free them or even I don't know what I would do. You didn't listen to me, so now bear with it," Jin said with casual tone as if burning down a factory was normal thing for him.
Mr. Kim’s hands slammed against the desk, his nostrils flaring. “You reckless brat! Do you think this is a game? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”
Jin shrugged, his smirk never fading. “Oh, I know exactly what I’ve done. I’ve made sure you understand that I don’t make empty threats.” He took a step closer, his gaze dark and unyielding. “You took my brothers, so I took something from you. Seems fair, don’t you think?”
Namjoon and Yoongi were still in shock, their eyes darting between their furious father and their unfazed eldest brother. Jin had always protected them, but this? This was on another level.
Mr. Kim gritted his teeth. “You’ve crossed the line, Seokjin.”
Jin chuckled, shaking his head. “No, Dad. You crossed the line the moment you tied them up. I just made sure you regretted it.” He turned his head slightly toward Namjoon and Yoongi. “Untie them or else I'll burn down your whole property," he said again looking back at Mr. Kim.
Mr. Kim’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. His whole body shook with rage, but Jin didn’t flinch. He had expected this reaction.
“You think you can threaten me, boy?” Mr. Kim spat, his voice low and menacing. “You may have burned one factory, but you won’t dare touch anything else. You don’t have it in you.”
Jin let out a humorless laugh. “Try me,” he said, taking a step closer. “You know I never bluff, Dad. I told you once—I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my brothers. And if that means reducing everything you own to ashes, then so be it.”
Namjoon and Yoongi watched silently, their hearts pounding. They had never seen Jin like this before—so fearless, so cold.
Mr. Kim glared at Jin for a long moment before finally exhaling sharply. He turned to his men. “Untie them.”
The guards hesitated, looking between their boss and Jin, before finally stepping forward to cut the ropes binding Namjoon and Yoongi.
The moment they were free, Jin grabbed their wrists and pulled them toward the door. “We’re leaving,” he stated firmly.
