𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 │𝗸𝘁𝗵 ✅

63│ She Won

Present

The room was heavy with silence, each second stretching unbearably. Eunwoo had finished recounting the horrors of the past, leaving the three of them shaken. Taehyung's chest heaved, eyes bloodshot, jaw tight. Rage and fear warred within him, a storm ready to erupt.

Jimin stood close, his expression tense but controlled. "Taehyung... I know you want to run in there right now, but we need to think. Yn's life is at stake. You can't rush blindly."

Taehyung's hands curled into fists at his sides, his knuckles white. "Think? Think?" His voice was low, dangerous, a tremor of fury and panic underlining every word.

"She's out there. She's in danger. And if I don't act..." His voice broke, choking on the raw terror he refused to show. "I won't forgive myself if anything happens to her."

Daeyoon's hands trembled as she stepped closer, voice quiet but firm. "Taehyung... I know you love her. We all do. But you have to stay calm. Think clearly. We'll find her. We have to."

Taehyung's eyes darted to her, fiery, desperate. "Think clearly? Daeyoon... you don't understand. She's my life. If anything... anything... happens to her now..." His voice faltered, a flash of vulnerability breaking through his rage.

He shook his head, trying to regain control, but his breath came in sharp, uneven bursts.

Jimin placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Listen to me. I know what's at stake. I know what she means to you. But you're her strength now - not a weapon against yourself. Calm down, focus. That's how you save her."

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly, the room spinning around him. His hands twitched, wanting to grab the nearest weapon, to tear through anything standing in her way. Fear, anger, and desperation made him tremble with barely contained fury.

Daeyoon's voice softened, a small anchor in the storm. "We'll get her back. I promise, Taehyung. But we need a plan. You can't lose yourself."

Taehyung clenched his jaw, his eyes dark and burning. "I don't care about a plan. I just... I need her. Alive. Now."

Before another word could be spoken, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. Krish burst into the room, face flushed with urgency. "Boss! I've located her. She's at a warehouse on the outskirts. Jongsuk and Seojun are both there!"

Taehyung's heart leapt, rage and relief coiling into one tight ball inside him. His focus snapped entirely to Krish. "Where exactly? Tell me. Now."

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Yn's eyes fluttered open. Pain seared through her wrists where the ropes bit into her skin. The chair pressed into her aching back. Darkness pressed against the edges of her vision.

Then she saw him. Jongsuk, stepping forward, shadow swallowing the dim light, his smirk cruel and deliberate.

"Well, well... awake at last." His voice purred, predatory. "Did you sleep well, little babygirl?"

Yn's throat tightened. Fear clawed at her chest. "Wh-what... what do you want?!" she stammered.

Jongsuk's laughter echoed, low and venomous. "Children, babygirl... oh, you really don't know, do you?"

Her heart froze. Pain flared as he slapped her sharply across the face. She gasped, knees nearly giving way. Jongsuk leaned close, lips brushing her cheek mockingly.

From the shadows, Seojun appeared, calm and deadly, eyes flicking toward Yn with measured menace. "I wanted to kill you myself... but tonight, Jongsuk will have that pleasure "