Why So Serious?✅ Yoongi X Reader (Feat. Jimin)

Chapter 12

I grabbed Jimin's car keys and was about to turn the doorknob when a strong hand gripped my shoulder, forcing me to spin around. It was Yoongi, confusion etched all over his face. "Are you out of your mind?! Where do you think you're going at this hour?" he demanded, his voice sharp with worry.

"They're going to kill  him!" I cried, my breath coming in panicked gasps.

"Calm down, Jill. Who will kill whom? What are you even talking about?"

Without wasting time, I shoved my phone into his hands, showing him the text message. "We can't waste any more time!"

His eyes widened, then he rubbed his temples in frustration. "But going now is too risky..." he muttered, clearly torn.

Blood pounded in my ears, every second that passed only making me more desperate. "No man on this earth can stop me from going to save my brother! Did you hear me?!"

"Fine, then. I'm coming with you," he said, sighing in resignation.

"I'll be waiting in the car." I dashed outside.

I slid into the driver's seat, my heart racing as I waited for Yoongi. The clock on the dashboard read 11:30 PM. The street outside was eerily quiet, save for the occasional buzzing of insects and the distant whoosh of passing cars. The moon hung bright in the sky, casting shadows across the road.

I wasn't an experienced driver, but I had gotten my license last year, and at this moment, that was all that mattered.

"Hurry up!" I barked when I saw Yoongi approaching. He shot me a surprised glance when he saw I was in the driver's seat but didn't argue, sliding into the passenger seat without a word.

I started the engine, my foot pressing hard on the gas pedal. The car roared to life, and I tore down the road, the fear of losing Jimin pushing me to drive recklessly fast. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel.

"Slow down! You're going to get us killed before we even get there!" Yoongi shouted, but I barely heard him. My only focus was on getting to Jimin.

Finally, we reached the location—the kidnappers had sent me the address to an old, decaying godown on the outskirts of the city. The rusted walls creaked in the wind, and the air reeked of oil and decay. The dim light barely pierced through the cracked windows, casting eerie shadows on the graffiti-covered walls.

We crept inside, moving quietly. Every step I took felt heavy with dread, my senses heightened as I scanned the building. Faint voices reached my ears from a distance, and I motioned for Yoongi to follow. His shallow breathing mirrored my own fear.

Abandoned barrels littered the floor, slick with grime. Puddles of stagnant water reflected the faint moonlight, and the occasional drip echoed in the eerie silence. The place felt abandoned, yet it buzzed with a sense of looming danger.

We approached the source of the voices, and my heart nearly stopped. Through the dim light, I saw Jimin. He was tied to a chair, just like in the video. His condition was worse than I had imagined—his face was swollen, bloodied, and pale. Rage boiled inside me, and I was about to rush toward him when Yoongi grabbed my wrist.

"Do you want us both to get killed?" he whispered harshly.

I forced myself to stop and surveyed the room. Jimin was surrounded by several thugs, all armed and alert. It wasn't just him I had to worry about—there was also a masked woman standing near him. She exuded authority; she was clearly the leader. Then, she took off her mask, revealing a face that made my blood run cold.

It was indeed Kasumi.

The question of why raced through my mind, but the answer seemed almost irrelevant compared to the situation unfolding before me.