♡ Part ~ 12 ♡

Yoongi sat beside Jimin’s unconscious form, his fingers gently brushing against the younger’s hand. His heart ached at the sight before him—Jimin looked so fragile, his face pale, lips slightly parted as he lay there motionless. Yoongi sighed deeply, his thumb tracing slowly, soothing circles over Jimin’s knuckles.

“I’m sorry, baby…” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because of me, you’re in this condition.”

His eyes softened as he gazed at Jimin’s peaceful yet weakened face. He reached out, brushing away a stray strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead before cupping his cheek tenderly.

“But now, I promise… I will take care of you,” he continued, his voice laced with determination. “I will never leave you like this again. You are so precious to me.”

Yoongi exhaled shakily, emotions overwhelming him. His fingers tightened around Jimin’s hand as he brought it up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against the soft skin.

“You are my love,” he admitted, his voice filled with raw honesty. “Yes, I love you. When I saw you for the very first time, you stole my heart that day… You were so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

A sad smile formed on his lips as he looked at Jimin’s sleeping face.

“Now wake up soon, baby… I’m waiting for you.”

Leaning down, Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s forehead, then his left cheek, and then his right. He let his lips linger, as if hoping that his warmth would somehow reach Jimin, urging him to return to him.

After a moment, Yoongi straightened up and took a deep breath. He had made up his mind—Jimin was coming home with him. He wouldn’t let him stay anywhere else, not when he had already been hurt.

Three hours later, with the help of his men, Yoongi carefully carried Jimin into his car, ensuring the younger was comfortable before driving him back to his secluded farmhouse. A place where no one could take Jimin away from him.

Captured by the Mafia

Jimin’s head ached as he slowly opened his eyes, the dull throbbing behind his temples making it hard to focus. Blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, he rubbed at his eyes before sitting up. His movements were sluggish, his body feeling strangely weak.

As his vision cleared, his heart dropped.

He was still here.

The unfamiliar room. The large, luxurious bed. The heavy silence that loomed around him.

This wasn’t a nightmare. It was real.

His breath hitched as he tried to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness. He remembered feeling a sharp prick on his neck… the dizziness… the heavy weight pulling him under. And now, he was here.

Jimin was still trying to piece everything together when the door creaked open.

His body stiffened immediately, fear crawling up his spine as he turned towards the sound.

Yoongi.

The man who had kidnapped him.

Dressed in a fitted black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Yoongi stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He carried a tray in his hands, the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the air. A glass of milk sat beside a plate of toast, eggs, and fruit.

Jimin’s heartbeat quickened.

Yoongi approached the bed and sat down beside him, placing the tray on the bed in front of Jimin.

Jimin instinctively backed away, pressing himself against the headboard, his wide, teary eyes locked on the older man.

Yoongi noticed the way Jimin trembled, the fear evident in his expression. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his dark eyes before he sighed.

“Don’t worry,” he muttered, his voice softer than before. “I won’t harm you.”

Jimin didn’t respond. His throat felt too tight.

“I brought breakfast,” Yoongi continued, pushing the tray slightly closer to him. “Eat this and drink the milk. Then take the medicine on the nightstand.”

Jimin remained silent. He was too overwhelmed, too terrified to say anything. The memories of being taken, waking up in this place, and now facing this man—it was too much. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks silently.

Yoongi waited for a response, but Jimin didn’t speak.

“I said something, doll.” Yoongi’s voice was firmer now, his patience thinning.

Jimin still didn’t answer—just kept crying, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples. He reached out to wipe Jimin’s tears, but the younger flinched violently, his entire body tensing.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands,” Jimin snarled through his sobs, his voice shaky but filled with defiance.

Yoongi’s eyes darkened instantly.

“I already told you,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “I don’t like it when people raise their voices at me.”

Jimin’s breath hitched. The way Yoongi’s gaze bore into him—dangerous, warning—made him freeze.

The tension in the room thickened.

But then, Yoongi took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly. He swallowed his irritation and spoke again, this time gentler.

“Why are you crying, bub?” he asked, tilting his head.

Jimin’s lips trembled. He blinked up at Yoongi, his chest heaving with uneven breaths.

“Please… let me go,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be with you.”

Yoongi’s jaw tensed.

For a moment, Jimin thought he saw something flicker in his expression—something almost… hurt. But it was gone in a second, replaced by indifference.

Instead of answering, Yoongi simply picked up a spoonful of food and held it out to Jimin.

“Come,” he said. “Eat.”

Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “No, I don’t want—”

“I think I don’t have to repeat myself, right, doll?” Yoongi interrupted, his voice serious, his dark eyes holding a silent warning.

Jimin swallowed.

He was scared.

Too scared to disobey.

So, with great reluctance, he parted his lips and let Yoongi feed him. He chewed and swallowed, his stomach twisting with every bite.

Yoongi smirked, pleased. “Good boy.”

Once breakfast was finished, Yoongi reached for the small container of pills on the nightstand and handed them to Jimin.

Jimin hesitated, eyeing them warily.

Yoongi noticed. “They’re just for your health,” he explained. “You were unconscious the whole day yesterday. I had to take you to the hospital. You needed treatment.”

Jimin’s breath hitched.

He had been in the hospital?

That’s why his body felt so weak. That’s why he had medicine.

Swallowing thickly, Jimin took the pills from Yoongi’s hand and slowly placed them in his mouth, washing them down with water.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a smile. “Good boy,” he praised again.

Before Jimin could respond, Yoongi’s phone rang. He checked the caller ID before standing up.

“I need to take this,” he said, glancing at Jimin. “Stay here.”

And with that, he walked out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Jimin exhaled sharply.

He needed to get out of here.

Pushing the blanket off his legs, he swung them over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up. But the moment he put weight on his legs, his body wobbled, his vision blurring slightly.

He was too weak.

Just as he was about to collapse, strong arms caught him.

Jimin gasped, his fingers instinctively clutching onto the person’s shirt.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with Yoongi’s deep black gaze, filled with something unreadable.

Their faces were inches apart.

Jimin’s breath stilled.

Yoongi’s gaze flickered down to Jimin’s lips.

Jimin’s heart pounded.

Slowly, unconsciously, Yoongi started leaning in. His breath ghosted over Jimin’s lips, his eyes hooded, filled with something intense.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut.

For a moment, he forgot everything—forgot where he was, forgot that this man was his captor.

But then—

Reality crashed down on him.

Jimin’s eyes flew open, and with a startled gasp, he pushed Yoongi away with all the strength he could muster.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?!” Jimin scowled, his cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment.

Yoongi merely smirked. “Playing tough, huh?” He tilted his head. “Well, for your answer, I was just claiming what’s mine. But it looks like you’ve decided to play hard to get.”

Jimin glared at him, chest heaving. “Just go from here. I want to take a bath.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can do it by yourself? I mean, if you need, I can help you with that.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “No, thanks! I am very much capable of doing that myself!” he snapped. “And if you really want to help me, please leave the room. That would be the biggest help of all.”

Yoongi chuckled.

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave.” He smirked. “But if you need my help, don’t hesitate to ask, hmm?”

Jimin huffed, crossing his arms as he watched Yoongi finally leave the room.

The moment the door closed, Jimin let out a deep breath.

He had to find a way out.

And he had to do it fast.

After leaving Jimin’s room, Yoongi stormed downstairs, his anger barely contained as he called out sharply.

"Sofia!"

His deep, authoritative voice echoed through the house. Within moments, Sofia came rushing out of the kitchen, immediately lowering her head in submission. She could already tell something was wrong by the way her name was called.

Yoongi glared at her, his expression unreadable but dangerously cold. "Didn't I tell you to take care of Jimin?" His voice was sharp, almost cutting. "Tell me, didn't I?"

Sofia flinched at his tone, nodding quickly with a trembling body. "Y-Yes, sir, you did."

Yoongi let out a humorless chuckle, tilting his head as he stared at her. "Then how the hell did this happen to him? Can you enlighten me?"

Sofia swallowed hard, her voice shaky. "Sir… Every time I took food to Young Master, he refused to eat. I tried convincing him, I really did, but he's so stubborn… I didn’t know what else to do."

Yoongi's sharp eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he took a threatening step closer. "And it never occurred to you to inform me about this?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver down Sofia’s spine.

She quickly shook her head. "No, sir! I was going to tell you, but Young Master… he told me not to. He forbade me from saying anything to you."

Yoongi exhaled through his nose, his patience running thin. "And since when did I give him the authority to make decisions like that? Since when do you take orders from him instead of me?"

Sofia lowered her head even further, guilt washing over her. "I… I'm sorry, sir. I should have told you."

Yoongi scoffed, looking at her with pure disappointment. "You're lucky nothing serious happened to him. If anything had happened…" He paused, his gaze turning lethal. "You wouldn’t be standing here right now."

Sofia’s breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, she fell to her knees, tears pooling in her eyes. "I’m so sorry, sir! Please forgive me! I swear I won’t make this mistake again!" She pleaded desperately, hands clasped together.

But Yoongi remained unmoved. His next words made her entire body freeze.

"Oh, you won’t make this mistake again."

Sofia’s lips trembled as she slowly lifted her head to look at him. "S-Sir…?"

Yoongi straightened his posture, sliding his hands into his pockets. His expression was blank, but his voice was sharp and final.

"Because you won’t be staying here anymore."

Sofia’s eyes widened in horror. "W-What…?"

Yoongi barely glanced at her as he repeated, "Pack your things and leave."

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook her head violently. "No! Please, sir! Don’t do this! I’ll do better, I swear! Please give me one more chance!" She begged, crawling toward him.

But Yoongi didn’t even look at her. He turned on his heel and walked away, his cold voice lingering in the air. "I don’t give second chances."

Sofia let out a strangled sob, realizing there was no point in pleading anymore. She had lost everything.

Wiping her tears, she forced herself to stand and dragged her feet to her room. With trembling hands, she packed her few belongings.

As she stepped outside, the cold wind hit her face, but it was nothing compared to the coldness in Yoongi’s voice when he dismissed her.

And with a heavy heart, she walked away, the mansion fading behind her.

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