♡ Part ~ 16 ♡

The large grandfather clock in the living room struck four o'clock as Yoongi stepped into the mansion, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet surroundings. The air inside was still, too still for his liking.

His steps were heavy as he walked upstairs to Jimin’s room. He pushed open the door, expecting to see the younger curled up on the bed or maybe sitting near the window, lost in thought.

But the room was empty.

A deep frown settled on Yoongi’s face.

"Jimin?" He called out, stepping inside, his gaze flickering to the attached bathroom. He yanked the door open. Empty.

His jaw clenched. He turned on his heels and left the room, his patience wearing thin.

"Where the hell is he?" He muttered, making his way downstairs.

He checked the kitchen. Nothing.

The garden. Nowhere.

Even the servants' quarters. No sign of him.

His irritation quickly turned into frustration.

Standing in the middle of the mansion, his hands balled into tight fists, he shouted, his deep voice echoing through the walls—

"For God's sake, Jimin! Where the fuck are you? I don’t like playing hide and seek, so wherever you are, come here!"

Silence.

A cold feeling settled in his chest. Something was wrong.

Without wasting another second, Yoongi stormed outside where his personal bodyguard stood near the car, looking unusually tense.

Yoongi’s gaze darkened immediately. "Where is Jimin?"

The bodyguard swallowed hard. "S-Sir… J-Jimin, h-he…" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi's patience snapped. "Just tell me already, bastard!" he roared.

The guard flinched and lowered his head in fear. "S-sir… he… he d-didn't come b-back."

Yoongi's breath hitched, his body freezing for a split second before rage consumed him.

"What did you just say?" His voice dropped dangerously low. "What the fuck do you mean he didn't come back? Who gave him permission to step out of this house?!"

Before the bodyguard could even react, Yoongi grabbed his collar, pulling him close. His fingers curled tightly around the fabric, nearly choking the man.

"Explain. NOW." His voice was deadly.

The bodyguard stammered out the entire story—how Jimin went to the medical store, how he was left alone, how he never returned.

Yoongi’s blood boiled. Without thinking, he threw a punch directly into the guard’s face. The sickening crack of bone echoed in the air as the man stumbled back, blood spilling from his nose.

But Yoongi wasn’t done.

He kicked him hard in the stomach, making the guard collapse to the ground, groaning in pain.

"How dare you let him escape?!" Yoongi snarled, towering over him. "I trusted you with ONE job, and you failed me."

The bodyguard trembled on the floor, clutching his stomach. "S-Sir, I-I'm s-sorry!" he stuttered out desperately.

Yoongi laughed coldly, running a hand through his dark hair before crouching down beside him. His voice was eerily calm. "Do you really think a sorry will fix this?"

The guard shut his eyes tightly, terrified.

Yoongi’s smirk disappeared, and his eyes turned ice-cold. "Get the hell out of here."

The guard hesitated.

"Did you not fucking hear me?!" Yoongi’s voice exploded in rage. "Get out of my sight, and don’t you EVER dare step foot near me again. If I see you again, I will kill you without a second thought."

The man scrambled to his feet and ran for his life.

Yoongi stood there, his breathing heavy, his fists still clenched.

He turned away and marched into the living room, collapsing onto the couch. He buried his face in his hands, his mind racing.

"You really think you can run away from me, baby?" he muttered darkly, rubbing his temple. "You made a mistake, Jimin. A big fucking mistake."

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the storm of emotions inside him—anger, frustration… and something else.

Possessiveness.

He leaned back, a sinister smirk forming on his lips.

"You’re mine, Jimin. Only mine."

He exhaled, his eyes filled with dangerous determination.

"And I’m coming to get you."

Yoongi sat on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. His mind was in turmoil. Jimin was gone. His baby had escaped.

His jaw clenched as he grabbed his phone, immediately dialing the one person he trusted the most—Jung Hoseok.

The phone barely rang twice before Hobi picked up.

"Yoongi? What’s up?" Hoseok’s voice was casual at first.

Yoongi exhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions in check. His voice came out tight.

"Where are you?"

There was a pause on the other end. "At home. Why? You sound tense. Something bad happened?"

Yoongi gritted his teeth. He was trying not to sound angry, but the moment he opened his mouth, his frustration slipped through.

"He escaped from here."

Silence.

Then—

"Who?" Hoseok asked, confused.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, his patience wearing thin. "Of course, my love. My Jimin. Or who else do you think I’d be this worried about?" His voice was laced with irritation.

"What the actual fuck?" Hoseok cursed. "Jimin escaped?! But how?"

Yoongi took a deep breath before launching into an angry rant, telling Hobi everything—the medical store, the foolish guard, and how Jimin never came back.

By the time Yoongi finished, Hoseok exhaled sharply.

"Shit. That kid really outsmarted you, huh?"

Yoongi’s grip on the phone tightened. "Hoseok, this isn’t the time to joke." His tone was deadly. "I want him back. Now."

Hoseok hummed in thought. "Okay, okay. Relax. I’m coming over."

Yoongi shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His voice dropped to a near whisper.

"Yeah. Come fast."

And with that, he hung up, his fingers tightening around his phone. His eyes darkened as a smirk formed on his lips.

"Let’s see how far you can run, baby."

♡♤♡

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the dimly lit mansion. Yoongi’s ragged breaths filled the silence as he threw another vase against the wall, watching it explode into countless pieces. His vision was blurry with rage, his mind spiraling out of control.

"FUCK!" He roared, slamming his hand onto the wooden table with full force. The impact sent a sharp pain shooting through his palm, and within seconds, blood started oozing from his knuckles, dripping onto the floor.

His chest heaved, his emotions dangerously unstable. Jimin was gone.

His baby had left him.

His Jimin had run away.

Before he could destroy anything else, the door burst open, and a panicked Hoseok rushed inside.

Hoseok’s eyes widened at the sight in front of him—Yoongi standing amidst the mess, his breathing uneven, his hand covered in blood.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?" Hoseok yelled, his voice filled with concern as he strode toward him. "Are you out of your damn mind?! Look at your hand!"

Yoongi barely blinked, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Hoseok. His lips curled into a bitter, pained smile.

"I want him back," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. But then his expression darkened, and his tone turned deadly. "HE. IS. ONLY. MINE."

Hoseok swallowed thickly. Yoongi was losing it.

"How dare he escape from me?" Yoongi's voice cracked, his hands shaking. "I will not forgive him easily. He belongs to me, Hobi. ONLY ME."

Hoseok exhaled, trying to calm him down. "First, you need to fucking calm down, Yoongi. We will find him. But right now, look at yourself—you're bleeding like hell!"

Yoongi scoffed, his teeth gritting together. "I don't care."

"Bullshit," Hoseok muttered under his breath and grabbed Yoongi’s injured hand before he could protest. Yoongi winced slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

Hoseok carefully cleaned the wound, applying ointment and wrapping a bandage around it. His touch was gentle, yet firm.

"You need to pull yourself together," Hoseok murmured. "Jimin is smart. If he ran, he planned this well. We need to track him properly."

Yoongi nodded, his rage momentarily cooling as they discussed their plan. Hoseok reassured him that he would handle things, then left to start searching.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Yoongi let out a deep exhale and ran a hand through his hair.

He had never felt this way before.

Never had someone made him feel so possessive. So desperate. So consumed.

He left the house shortly after, driving toward the Min mansion where his family resided. The entire drive was a blur, his mind filled with one thought and one thought only—

Jimin.

By the time he reached his mansion, exhaustion weighed heavy on his body, but the fire in his heart didn’t fade.

He silently made his way to his room, locking the door behind him. The moment he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes landed on his injured hand.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.

"Doll… you did wrong." His voice was soft, yet filled with unspoken emotions. "Don't you see, my love? How much I love you?"

His fingers traced the bandage as if imagining Jimin’s delicate hands tending to his wounds instead.

"Why did you leave me, baby?" His voice cracked slightly. His chest tightened painfully.

He had never feared losing something before.

But Jimin changed everything.

Before Jimin, his life was nothing but darkness. A hollow existence, filled with power, control, and danger.

But then Jimin came along—with his bright eyes, soft voice, and gentle touch.

And suddenly, Yoongi had something to live for.

He clenched his fist, his jaw tightening.

"Don’t worry, love." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with determination. "You’re only mine, and I will find you. No matter where you run. No matter how far you go."

He laid back on the bed, his eyes closing as exhaustion finally took over.

But even in sleep, his mind was filled with only one thing.

His Jimin.

The night was heavy with silence, but inside the Min mansion, Yoongi’s mind was anything but quiet.

The moment the first rays of sunlight peeked through his window, his eyes snapped open. He hadn’t slept properly. How could he? Jimin was out there, alone.

The thought made his chest tighten with a mix of rage and desperation.

Without wasting a second, he got up, freshened up quickly, and changed into a crisp black suit. He was never the type to panic, but today was different. Today, he was hunting.

As he walked downstairs, he saw his father, sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee. The older man looked up and raised an eyebrow at Yoongi’s hurried steps.

"Where are you off to this early?" His father asked, setting his cup down.

Yoongi didn’t pause, grabbing his car keys. "Something important came up."

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