Time Skips To 7 Years
Author’s POV
Seven years.
Enough time to rebuild an empire. Enough time for the world to forget scars. Enough time for enemies to become allies.
But not enough time to forget love.
Not for Min Yoongi.
Not for Park Jimin.
The underground had been reborn. No longer the chaos-fueled battleground it once was, the criminal world now bent under the rule of two iron crowns, Min Yoongi, the ice-cold Mafia , and Park Mingyu, the storm that once raged and now ruled.
Together, they commanded an empire no one dared cross.
They are now ruling the underworld.
Their operations were clean, global, and surgically efficient. Governments turned a blind eye. Corporations paid silent tribute. The streets whispered their names like myths.
But behind the throne,behind the wine, the power, the tailored suits, the grief lived quietly.
Yoongi wore his silence like a second skin now. He didn’t joke like before. Didn’t join the banter when Taehyung or Hoseok tried to lighten the atmosphere.
He worked. He ruled. He strategized.
But he didn’t feel.
He became distant, cold, emotionless, no one could read him.
Because he was still living in a world without Jimin.
No matter how hard he searched, he never found him.
Because Mingyu never gave the address.
Not even once.
And when Yoongi found out Jimin himself had asked for that secrecy...
Or maybe,
he didn’t have the strength to.
He told himself it was out of respect for Jimin’s decision.
That if Jimin didn’t want to be found, he wouldn't chase.
But the truth?
He felt betrayed.
Not by Mingyu.
Not even by fate.
By Jimin.
Because at the beginning, it wasn’t like this.
They used to talk. Slowly. Cautiously. Carefully.
Just short calls or midnight texts.
“Landed safely.”
“Don’t skip meals.”
“Still wearing the necklace?”
Yoongi treasured those. Re-read them more than he'd admit.
But then…
Jimin's replies started getting delayed.
The emojis disappeared.
The warmth faded.
It was subtle at first. A missing “good night,” a shift in tone.
Until, eventually, silence.
Yoongi still remembers that night vividly.
He was waiting on the rooftop of the Tokyo estate for a meeting, staring at the moon, fingers hovering over his phone. He had sent a message:
“Let me hear your voice, just for a minute.”
And it never delivered.
He tried calling. Once. Twice. A hundred times.
Nothing.
Until the screen flashed cold and final:
“This number is no longer in service.”
Jimin had changed his SIM.
And just like that
Yoongi was cut off from the only light he had been holding onto.
He didn’t scream.
He didn’t cry.
He didn’t even ask Mingyu.
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