𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 (𝓙𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴)✔

Chapter 45. Final

Author's pov

"So," Jimin tilted his head, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. "Let's start, shall we?"
Jimin sprang to his feet, twisting mid-air, and landed a brutal kick straight into the short man's jaw. The sickening crack of bone sent the others into shock, but he had no time to waste.

The two men nearest to him lunged, but Jimin moved like liquid fire-swift, precise, unstoppable. He ducked low, spinning on his heel, and slammed his elbow into the ribs of the first man, sending him stumbling back. The second man grabbed his wrist, but Jimin twisted his arm, flipping the attacker over his shoulder and straight into the metal table behind them.

The boss-a burly man-watched, unimpressed. "Tch. Handle him properly," he barked, and the remaining three men rushed forward.

Jimin's pulse thrummed, his body surging with adrenaline. He knew he had to be careful-his baby was his priority-but that didn't mean he would let these bastards touch him.

One man swung a crowbar at him. Jimin sidestepped at the last moment, grabbing the attacker's wrist and using his own momentum to slam his face into the wall. Blood splattered. Another enemy charged from behind, but Jimin anticipated it, ducking low and sweeping his leg, sending the man crashing onto his back. Without hesitation, Jimin struck his knee into the guy's stomach, knocking the air out of him.

That left only one-and the boss.

The last lackey hesitated, realizing this wasn't an ordinary victim. But fear made him reckless. He lunged wildly. Jimin dodged with ease, grabbed his outstretched arm, and in one swift motion, twisted it back until a sickening pop echoed through the warehouse. The man howled in agony, collapsing.

Now, it was just Jimin and the boss.

The scarred man clapped slowly, stepping forward. "Impressive," he mused. "But let's see how you fight when you're exhausted."

Jimin clenched his fists, breathing heavily but standing firm. His baby was safe. He had made sure to avoid any blows near his stomach. Now, he just had to end this.

The boss threw a powerful punch, but Jimin blocked it with ease. The strength difference was there, but skill would always overpower brute force. He landed a series of rapid strikes-one to the throat, two to the ribs, and a final, devastating kick to the side of the man's head.

The boss staggered, eyes unfocused. Jimin took his chance. He lunged forward, grabbed the man's head, and drove his knee up-hard.

The boss collapsed. Silence followed.

Jimin stood amidst the fallen bodies, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. His limbs ached, his vision swayed slightly. The scent of sweat, blood, and damp concrete clung to him, a reminder of the battle he had just fought. His fingers instinctively pressed against his stomach, a protective gesture that soothed the frantic beating of his heart.

His baby was okay.

That was all that mattered.

But he needed to leave. Now.

Jimin took a shaky step toward the door, but his body protested. His muscles burned with exhaustion, the remnants of the drug still clouding his system. His head pulsed with a dull ache, and his legs wobbled beneath him. He forced himself to sit, sinking into a chair with a sharp exhale. He needed just a moment. A moment to breathe, to gather himself, to let the adrenaline settle before it consumed him entirely.

His fingers curled against the rough fabric of his pants, knuckles white. He couldn't afford to be weak now. He was so close to getting back to Jungkook-to safety.