Mr. Jeon's Baby Girl ( Jeon Jungkook FF 🔞)

46 - " Belong to me "

Author's POV :

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Jungkook's black car pulled up to the warehouse-his warehouse. From the outside, it looked abandoned, a forgotten structure in the middle of nowhere, but inside, it was anything but. This was where secrets were buried, where silence was bought with blood.

As soon as Jungkook stepped out, his bodyguards bowed at him . They had been expecting him. Taehyung followed closely behind, adjusting his watch, while Jimin leaned against a steel table, arms crossed, waiting.

"You're late," Jimin remarked, his gaze shifting toward the center of the room.

"I had business to handle," Jungkook replied coolly, rolling up his sleeves. His dark eyes flickered to the man tied to the chair. The bastard who had been watching Y/N.

The captive was slumped forward, his wrists bound behind his back with thick rope, his face already bruised from the night before. A single overhead light cast a harsh glow over him, making his swollen eyes squeeze shut.

Jungkook took slow, deliberate steps toward him, the sound of his expensive shoes echoing off the concrete walls. He pulled up a chair, flipping it around before sitting down, resting his arms on the backrest.

"Had a good night?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

The man barely lifted his head. His breath came in ragged gasps. "P-Please..."

Jungkook chuckled darkly, exchanging a glance with Taehyung. "Please? You were bold enough to follow my wife for days. Now you're begging?"

He let the silence stretch before leaning in. "Who sent you?"

The man flinched. "I-I was just following orders! I swear, I don't know-"

Jungkook sighed, as if disappointed, then suddenly grabbed the man's hair, yanking his head back. The captive let out a strangled cry, but Jungkook wasn't feeling generous today.

"Wrong answer."

In one swift motion, he pulled out a knife from his pocket, the sharp edge glinting under the light. He trailed it along the man's arm, slow and deliberate. Not enough to cut-yet.

Jimin exhaled, pushing off the table. "We don't have all day. Either he talks, or we make him talk."

The man trembled. "I-I was paid to watch her! That's all I know! They left money, instructions-nothing else!"

Jungkook hummed as if considering it. Then, without warning, he drove the knife into the man's thigh. A scream ripped through the warehouse. Blood seeped through his pants, pooling beneath the chair.

"I'm running out of patience," Jungkook murmured, his grip tightening on the handle. "Who. Sent. You?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" the man sobbed, his body shaking. "I never saw their face! Just a note and cash, I swear!"

Jungkook tilted his head, studying him, then slowly pulled the knife out. The man gasped, convulsing from the pain.

"Patch him up," Jungkook ordered his men, wiping the blade clean on the captive's shirt. "He's not dying yet."

As the bodyguards moved in, Jungkook turned to Jimin. "Whoever sent him is careful. We need to dig deeper."

Jimin nodded, eyes dark with understanding. "We'll find them."

Jungkook took one last glance at the trembling man, his lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, I know we will."

And with that, he walked away, already planning his next move.