𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• EPISODE:- 25

The mansion was silent. Too silent.

Him, Jungkook was sitting on the couch, his hands resting on his knees, his head tilted slightly downward. But his eyes—his eyes were locked on the girl lying in front of him.

Unconscious.

Breathing, but lifeless.

His fingers twitched, a muscle in his jaw flexing as he exhaled slowly. He could still hear the ringing in his ears from earlier— the sound of breaking bones, the last gasps of dying men. The blood on his hands had dried, but the rage burning inside him hadn’t faded.

Jimin stood by the door, hesitant. “Jungkook…”

No response.

“Jungkook, you should—”

“If you have nothing useful to say, get out.”

The cold, sharp tone left no room for argument. Jimin hesitated for a second before sighing and walking out, leaving him alone with her.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving her face.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, his mind replaying the past few hours like a broken record.

Losing his breath? Losing her?

His tongue clicked in irritation as he shook his head slightly. No. That’s not it. It was about control. About power.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his intense gaze traced over her unconscious form. A lock of her hair had fallen over her face, and without thinking, his fingers twitched, almost reaching out.

Almost.

Instead, he clenched his fist.

“Wake up already,” he muttered under his breath, his voice edged with frustration.

But there was no response making him to pressed his lips together before he stood up and rushed out of the room,

He passed through living hall as he stepped out of the house with his slow, precise, deadly movement, his presence alone was sending a wave of tension through the air.

His gaze—dark, unreadable—landed on the guards standing in formation.

The Guards lined up in front of him, their bodies stiff, heads lowered, afraid to even breathe too loudly. They had been waiting. They knew what was coming.

His eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze as sharp as a knife, taking in every single face.

No one met his eyes.

𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

His hands twitched at his sides. His rage was boiling over, his mind running through every possible punishment. He wanted blood.

His voice was quiet when he spoke.

"Tell me how they got in."

No one answered.

Not a single fucking sound.

He let out a slow exhale, dragging his tongue across his teeth. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips—but there was no humor in it.

"Nothing?" His voice was calm. Too calm.

Still, no answer.

His body moved before his mind did.

A fist swung. A jaw snapped. A body hit the ground. "You're all quiet now, huh?" His eyes scanned their faces, cold and merciless. "But I bet when they took her, you were running around like headless chickens."