♡ Part ~ 9 ♡

The tires of the sleek black car crunched against the gravel driveway as it came to a slow stop in front of a grand farmhouse, nestled deep within an isolated stretch of land. The night was still, the only sound being the faint rustling of leaves as a soft breeze passed through. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the property, highlighting the towering structure that stood proudly against the dark sky.

With a quiet sigh, Suga pushed open the car door and stepped out, stretching his stiff limbs. His sharp eyes flickered toward the back seat, where Jimin lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths.

Hoseok, who had just stepped out from the driver’s side, closed the door behind him and walked around the car. “We’re finally here,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders. “What now?”

Suga didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved toward the backseat, his expression unreadable. He pulled open the door and, without hesitation, slid his arms beneath Jimin’s delicate frame, lifting him effortlessly.

Jimin’s body was warm against his chest, his head resting against Suga’s shoulder. His soft brown locks tickled Suga’s jaw as he adjusted his grip. For a moment, Suga simply stared at the sleeping boy in his arms, his gaze darkening with something possessive, something dangerous.

Hoseok raised a brow at the unusual tenderness in his friend’s expression but chose to keep his thoughts to himself.

Suga carried Jimin inside, his footsteps silent against the marble flooring. The farmhouse was vast, every inch of it exuding wealth and power. The interior was dimly lit, the soft glow of chandeliers casting shadows along the walls.

Hoseok followed behind, hands tucked in his pockets as he watched Suga ascend the stairs with Jimin in his arms. "You’re really serious about this, huh?" he murmured.

Suga didn’t respond, nor did he stop. He simply continued his way toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he stepped inside. The room was dark except for the moonlight spilling through the large windows. A massive bed sat in the center, its silk sheets inviting and soft.

With careful movements, Suga lowered Jimin onto the mattress, ensuring his head rested gently against the plush pillows. He took a step back, taking in the sight before him. Jimin looked almost ethereal—his lips slightly parted, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he breathed evenly.

A small smirk played at Suga’s lips as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s forehead before trailing down the bridge of his nose, over his cheek, and stopping at his chin.

His thumb grazed over Jimin’s lips, feeling their softness beneath his touch. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled in his throat.

"Doll…" Suga’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “You’re so beautiful. The prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” His eyes darkened as his thumb traced Jimin’s lower lip once more. "And from now on… you’re mine. Only mine."

His gaze lingered on Jimin’s serene face as a wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips. “I will never let you go away from me. I will always keep you close. No one will ever take you away from me.”

He leaned down slightly, his breath fanning over Jimin’s face as he whispered, “You’re made only for me, doll.”

With that, he stood up, casting one last glance at the sleeping boy before making his way toward the door. He stepped out, leaving Jimin behind in the quiet room, his words lingering in the air like a haunting promise.

Suga descended the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. His expression remained unreadable, his mind still lingering on the delicate boy he had just laid to rest upstairs. His fingers twitched slightly, recalling the warmth of Jimin’s skin beneath them.

As he stepped into the living room, his sharp gaze landed on Hoseok, who was lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest. A glass of whiskey rested in his other hand, the amber liquid catching the dim light.

Hoseok looked up as Suga approached and settled on the couch across from him, his body exuding a natural dominance even in the most casual posture.

“So,” Hoseok started, tilting his head slightly, “what’s next? What are you planning now?” His voice held a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

Suga leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. His expression darkened slightly as he recalled the earlier events of the night.

"Hyun-jun," he muttered, voice laced with venom. "That bastard’s behind this. He sent that man to spy on me."

Hoseok's brows furrowed at the name. "Hyun-jun? Tsk. That asshole just doesn't know when to quit, does he?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I thought we dealt with him last time."

Suga's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Apparently, he thinks he can crawl his way back into my business." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, deep in thought. "Find out everything he’s been up to—his location, his people, his plans. I want every fucking detail."

Hoseok gave a firm nod, pushing himself up from the couch. "Consider it done." He paused for a moment, glancing towards the staircase. "And what about him?" He motioned towards the bedroom where Jimin was still unconscious.

Suga’s eyes darkened slightly, a possessive glint flashing in them. "He's mine now," he said simply. "No one touches him. No one takes him."

Hoseok smirked knowingly. "Got it. I'll be back soon." With that, he turned on his heels and left the house, leaving Suga alone with his thoughts.

Suga exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His eyes flickered towards the stairs, a sense of determination settling in his chest.

No one would take what belonged to him.

Suga is thinking about Jimin when his phone rings. he saw the name on the screen and sighed.

"Yes, kook what is it?". Suga asked, in a normal and calm voice.

"Hyung, when are you coming home? Mom was asking about you". Jungkook asks his brother on the phone.

"I will not come home today, tell mom don't wait for me". Suga replied.

"But, umm okay take care bye". Jungkook said, and he hung up the call.

"Mom Yoongi Hyung has some work to do so.." jungkook said hesitantly and looked at his mom.

"So he will not come home even today also, will he?". Jungkook's mom asked sadly, and he nodded and hugged his mom.

"Mom, he must have some important work, that's why he is not coming home, don't be sad". Jungkook assured his mother who hummed and backed away from the hug.

"But don't you think that he has a family too other than work who also needs his time? He always acts like this, it seems as if he does not live in this house at all, just sometimes he comes to meet when he wants to. Or he remembers that he has a family too whom he wants to meet, so he comes here". she says with sadness in her voice, she misses her boy very much Because he comes to his house only occasionally and spends most of the time at his farmhouse.

He hasn't come home for two days now and before that, he didn't come home for a week.

"Mom He loves you and you know it, don't you? What you are saying and what you are thinking is nothing like that". jungkook assured his mom.

"Yeah, anyways you go and take rest good night". She says and kisses her son's forehead, jungkook nods and also kisses his mother's cheeks and both go to their bedrooms.

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Jimin stirred in his sleep, feeling the softness beneath him, much more comfortable than the bed he was used to. His brows furrowed as his head throbbed, a dull ache spreading through his temples. His throat was dry, and his limbs felt heavy as if he'd been asleep for days.

He groaned, blinking his eyes open, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. His heart immediately pounded against his ribcage.

Where the hell am I?

He sat up abruptly, only to wince as his head spun. Blinking rapidly, he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings. A luxurious bedroom, too elegant, too unfamiliar. His breathing grew uneven.

This isn’t my room. This isn’t my house.

Panic clawed at his chest as the events of last night rushed back to him—the alley, the man in black, the gunshot, the piercing gaze that had frozen him in place. His breath hitched.

"No... No way." His voice trembled as realization dawned upon him.

His hands fumbled across the bed, searching desperately for his phone. Spotting it on the nightstand, he scrambled towards it, clutching it tightly. He had to get out of here. His shaky legs carried him to the door, and he yanked it open, stepping into an unfamiliar hallway.

His heart pounded wildly as he descended the grand staircase, his breath quickening. The house was eerily silent.

"Fuck… Where am I?" he muttered under his breath, his mind racing.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned towards the living area, his feet moving on their own. But before he could take another step—

"Oh, so you woke up, doll."

Jimin froze.

That voice.

His body stiffened as he slowly turned around, and there he was—the same man from last night. The same dark eyes, the same dangerous aura, but now dressed in fresh attire, exuding dominance and control. He stood there, watching Jimin like a predator observing its prey.

Jimin clenched his jaw, gripping his phone tightly. "First, I'm not a damn doll. And second—why the hell did you bring me here?!" he snapped, his voice laced with anger and fear.

Suga smirked, taking slow steps towards him. "Lower your voice, darling," he warned, his tone calm yet commanding. "I don’t like it when people raise their voice at me. But…" He tilted his head slightly. "For you, I might make an exception."

Jimin scoffed, his anger bubbling. "Oh, really? After kidnapping me, you expect me to talk to you nicely?"

"Exactly," Suga answered smoothly, standing inches away from him.

Jimin swallowed hard and instinctively took a step back, only to have Suga follow, closing the distance again.

"Behave nicely," Suga murmured, his voice softer, almost affectionate. "Like a good boy."

"In your dreams," Jimin spat, his breath uneven.

Before he could take another step back, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, yanking him forward. Jimin gasped as his chest collided with Suga’s, his body trapped in the firm grip.

"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" Jimin yelled, squirming in his hold.

But Suga only tightened his grip, pressing his lips dangerously close to Jimin’s ear. "Don't be difficult, doll," he whispered huskily. "Don’t you remember what happened last night? You might face the consequences if you don’t listen."

Jimin shivered, his skin erupting in goosebumps at the feather-light touch of Suga’s lips grazing his earlobe.

"W-what do y-you w-want f-from me?" Jimin stammered, his voice shaking. "And what did I do to you?"

Suga chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to meet Jimin's wide eyes. "The only thing I want…" He traced a thumb over Jimin’s trembling lips, his gaze dark and intense. "Is you."

Jimin jerked away from his touch, his entire body quivering. "What? Are you insane?!"

Suga only smirked. "Not insane. Just claiming what’s mine."

Before Jimin could protest, Suga turned towards the hallway. "Sofia," he called, his voice firm.

A woman hurried into the room, bowing respectfully. "Yes, Master?"

Suga gestured towards Jimin. "Take care of him. Whatever he needs, give it to him. And prepare the food."

Sofia nodded and quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

Jimin clenched his fists. "I'm not staying here."

Suga turned back to him, his expression unreadable. "Oh, but you are."

His words sent a chill down Jimin's spine.

Suga stepped closer once again. "If you need anything, call me," he said casually, holding out his hand.

Jimin frowned. "W-what?"

"Your phone. Give it to me."

Jimin hesitated, gripping his phone tightly. "Why?"

"Just give it to me," Suga demanded, his tone slightly firmer.

Jimin flinched at the shift in his voice and, reluctantly, handed over his phone. His hands trembled as he watched Suga unlock it, dial a number, and let it ring once before handing it back.

"Now you have my number," Suga stated. "Call me if you need anything."

Jimin swallowed thickly, gripping his phone as if it were his last lifeline.

Suga leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away. "Take care of yourself, darling. I’ll be back in the evening."

His mind raced, his breathing uneven.

What the fuck just happened?

His whole world had turned upside down overnight.

Yesterday, he had met his best friend. Yesterday, he had felt happiness after so long.

And today, he was trapped in a stranger’s house, under the control of a man who scared the living hell out of him.

His heart pounded wildly as he clenched his fists.

No matter what it took—he had to get out of here.

Jimin stood frozen, his fingers gripping his phone tightly as Suga turned toward the door. His heart pounded wildly, but just as he thought the man would finally leave, Suga suddenly paused mid-step.

A knowing smirk crept onto his lips as he turned back, his dark eyes locking onto Jimin’s.

“Hmm…” Suga hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I almost forgot something.”

Jimin’s breath hitched as Suga closed the distance between them once more. His stomach churned with unease.

Suga extended his hand. “Give me your phone, doll.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “W-what? No.” He instinctively took a step back, clutching the device closer to his chest.

Suga let out an amused chuckle. “Ohh baby I almost forgot.” He tilted his head. “If you have your phone, you might try calling someone for help.” His voice was calm, almost teasing, but Jimin could hear the dangerous edge beneath it.

Jimin gulped, trying to stand his ground. “I-I won’t call anyone.”

Suga raised an eyebrow, as if unimpressed by the weak attempt at lying. “Really?”

Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Jimin’s wrist, effortlessly prying the phone from his grasp. Jimin gasped, struggling, but Suga was much stronger.

“Hey! Give it back!” Jimin protested, attempting to snatch it back, but Suga held it high, smirking down at him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Suga shook his head. “Nice try, doll. But I don’t take risks.” He pocketed the phone before leaning down, his face inches from Jimin’s.

“If you need anything, tell Sofia. She’ll call me and inform me.” His tone left no room for argument.

Jimin clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling inside him. He had never felt this helpless before.

Suga reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “Be good, okay?” His voice was soft, almost affectionate, but Jimin could still sense the possessiveness behind it.

Jimin scowled, refusing to answer.

Suga chuckled at his defiance. “That’s cute.”

Then, without another word, he turned around and walked toward the door. Jimin watched as the man disappeared, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing through the silent house.

The moment Suga was gone, Jimin’s body slumped in relief.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to process everything.

What the hell is happening to me?

Yesterday, he was living his normal life—going to university, meeting Taehyung, finally feeling happiness.

And now…

He was trapped in a stranger’s house.

Not just any stranger.

A dangerous man.

Jimin gritted his teeth, his fists clenching.

No.

He wasn’t going to sit here and do nothing. He had to get out of here.

He looked around the room, searching for anything that could help him. There were large windows, but they were locked. The front door? No, Suga probably had it secured.

His eyes darted toward the kitchen, where the maid—Sofia—was preparing food.

Maybe…

Maybe he could trick her.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin straightened his posture and started walking toward the kitchen, determination burning in his eyes.

No matter what—he was going to escape.

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