♡ Part - 35 ♡

As evening settled over the city, the atmosphere shifted, filling with the quiet hum of excitement. Inside their suite, Jimin and Yoongi were getting ready for the party, each lost in their own thoughts.

Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his perfectly tailored black suit. The crisp white shirt underneath added a sharp contrast, and the black tie sat neatly against his chest.

Every detail was precise, from the way his jacket fit his frame to the slight tousle of his jet-black hair. He ran a hand through it once, letting a few strands fall over his forehead—just enough to look effortlessly charming.

His expression remained calm, but there was a certain glint in his eyes—anticipation, perhaps, or something deeper he hadn’t quite put into words.

He didn’t particularly care for parties, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the company, or maybe it was something else entirely.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Jimin was putting the final touches on his outfit. The red silky shirt he wore clung to his form just right, the fabric smooth and flowing with every slight movement.

It was vibrant, bold—something that made him stand out effortlessly. Paired with sleek black slacks that hugged his legs perfectly, his look was nothing short of stunning.

A simple silver pendant rested against his collarbone, catching the light as he turned to check himself in the mirror.

His hair, styled in loose waves, framed his delicate features in a way that made him look almost unreal. He exhaled softly, smoothing his shirt before stepping out of the room.

The moment Yoongi caught sight of him, his movements stilled.

Jimin was breathtaking.

The deep red of his shirt brought out the warm glow of his skin, and the way the soft waves of his hair fell around his face made him look effortlessly elegant.

Yoongi wasn’t the type to openly react, but something in his gaze shifted—his normally composed expression softened, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight before him.

Jimin, on the other hand, wasn’t prepared for the effect Yoongi would have on him.

The black suit Yoongi wore fit him like it was made for him, highlighting the strong lines of his shoulders and the lean frame beneath. His hair, slightly tousled yet perfect, added a certain charm that was impossible to ignore.

Jimin's breath caught in his throat.

Why was his heart suddenly beating faster?

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Yoongi’s lips curved into the faintest smile, his voice low and smooth. "Red suits you."

Jimin felt his cheeks heat up at the simple compliment. He quickly glanced away, pretending to fix the cuff of his sleeve to hide the way his heart fluttered.

"You look good too," he murmured, just loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

Yoongi’s smile widened slightly.

The air between them felt different—charged with something unspoken.

Jimin wasn’t sure why, but lately, his feelings towards Yoongi had started to shift. The way his husband looked at him tonight made his heart quiver in a way he couldn’t quite understand. It was confusing, unfamiliar—but not unwelcome.

Before the moment could stretch too long, a knock on the door interrupted them.

"Hyung! Are you ready?" Jungkook’s voice came from the other side.

Jimin exhaled, shaking off the strange warmth in his chest. He turned towards the door, smoothing his outfit once more before reaching for the handle.

"Yeah, we’re coming," he called back.

Yoongi watched him for a second longer before following.

The night was just beginning, and somehow, it felt like something between them had shifted—something small, yet undeniable.

Once they were fully dressed and ready, the four of them stepped out of the hotel and made their way to the car. The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the distant hum of city life. Streetlights cast a soft glow on the pavement as they walked towards their vehicle, excitement subtly building between them.

As Jungkook drove through the city, his confidence evident in every smooth turn, the atmosphere in the car was light and filled with quiet laughter. Taehyung and Jungkook continued their playful banter, their voices a familiar background noise.

Yoongi, on the other hand, remained mostly silent, his attention divided between the road ahead and the mirror reflecting Jimin’s image.

He wasn’t sure why, but he found himself stealing glances at the younger, drawn to the way Jimin’s delicate features softened under the passing streetlights. The way his fingers absentmindedly played with the pendant around his neck. The way his lips parted slightly as he listened to Taehyung’s animated storytelling.

Yoongi’s grip tightened slightly on his lap, the warmth in his chest unfamiliar. He quickly looked away, focusing on the road instead.

As soon as they arrived at the grand hotel, Taehyung and Jimin stepped out of the car, adjusting their outfits as they took in the lively atmosphere. The entrance was adorned with shimmering lights, the soft hum of music spilling out into the night.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and Yoongi remained behind, driving toward the parking lot to find a spot for the car.

Inside, the party was already in full swing. Guests were scattered across the spacious hall, glasses clinking, laughter filling the air, and the faint scent of expensive cologne and champagne lingering.

Jimin barely had time to take in the extravagant setting before a familiar voice called out.

"Hey, you guys made it!"

Turning towards the voice, they saw Kai approaching with a bright smile. His warm energy was as inviting as ever, and Jimin found himself relaxing.

"Yeah, wouldn't miss it," Taehyung responded with a smirk, nudging Jimin playfully.

They moved toward a cozy couch tucked in the corner, settling in as they eased into conversation. The two of them talked, reminiscing about old university days, their voices blending seamlessly with the sounds of the party. Laughter bubbled between them as they exchanged stories, the comfort of familiarity making time fly.

However, their moment was interrupted when Kai’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Checking the screen, his expression shifted slightly before he let out a sigh.

"Damn, I have to take this. It's a friend. I'll be right back," he said, offering an apologetic smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Jimin and Taehyung continued their conversation for a while, but soon enough, two familiar figures approached them.

Jungkook and Yoongi stood there, matching grins on their faces.

"Mind if we join?" Jungkook asked, already sliding into the seat next to Taehyung. Yoongi, ever so casually, took the seat beside Jimin.

Taehyung chuckled, gesturing to the empty seats. "Not at all. Make yourselves comfortable."

Jungkook, always the curious one, leaned forward slightly, glancing around. "So, Tae, where’s your friend? We were looking forward to meeting him."

"Kai? He stepped away to take a call, but he’ll be back soon," Taehyung replied, stretching his arms.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice broke through their conversation.

"Mr. Yoongi, what an unexpected delight to see you here!"

Jimin turned to see a sharply dressed man standing before them, his expression one of pleasant surprise.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered with recognition as he nodded. "Mr. Choi. It has been quite some time, hasn’t it?"

"Indeed. What brings you all the way to Switzerland?" Mr. Choi inquired, his tone warm.

Yoongi’s lips curled into a small smile. "We're on our honeymoon trip."

"Ah, congratulations, Mr. Yoongi!" Mr. Choi said sincerely, his gaze flickering toward Jimin.

Yoongi’s voice held a quiet pride as he turned toward Jimin. "Thank you. Let me introduce my husband, Min Jimin."

Mr. Choi’s expression shifted to one of admiration. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jimin. You look absolutely stunning. Congratulations to both of you."

Jimin nodded politely, offering a soft smile in response.

Yoongi, ever the playful one, turned to Jungkook next. "And as for him, well, you already know this guy."

Mr. Choi chuckled. "Indeed. The famous model from Korea."

Jungkook let out a humble laugh. "I wouldn't say it’s famous, but I appreciate it."

Mr. Choi’s gaze then landed on Taehyung. "And this must be Mr. Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung looked slightly puzzled. "Uh, yes?"

Jungkook smirked, correcting him. "Actually, it’s Min Taehyung now."

Mr. Choi quickly nodded. "Ah, my apologies for the mix-up. Didn’t mean to confuse you."

Taehyung tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "No worries, but how do you know me?"

"I’ve seen your photos in magazines, read about your success as a model. I must say, meeting you in person is quite an honor," Mr. Choi explained, his tone is genuine.

Taehyung chuckled, slightly flattered. "Well, I appreciate that, Mr. Choi."

"Mr Yoongi, would you care to join me for a conversation?" Mr Choi extended an invitation.

"Jimin, would you like to come along?" Yoongi thoughtfully considered the invitation.

"I'm perfectly fine here. Please go ahead." Jimin's relaxed and content voice conveyed his feelings.

"Are you sure about that?" Yoongi's concern showed through.

"Absolutely, please go ahead," Jimin reassured, his tone warm.

As Yoongi and Mr Choi headed off for a chat, the sense of camaraderie between them was palpable.

Jimin leaned into the plush couch, watching the shifting lights dance across the ceiling. The party buzzed around him—a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and rhythmic music thrumming in the air. The atmosphere was warm, lively, and full of unfamiliar faces.

He had never been one for such grand gatherings, but with Taehyung’s infectious excitement and Jungkook’s effortless charm, he felt at ease.

Across from him, Tae and Jungkook were engrossed in conversation with Kai, their college friend.

"Ah, so you're the husband everyone's been waiting to meet!" Kai's voice held amusement as he studied Jungkook.

Jungkook smirked. "Yep. Any doubts?"

Kai laughed, shaking his head. "None at all." His gaze flitted briefly to Jimin before he introduced himself, "I'm Kai, an old friend of Tae's. Nice to meet you."

"Min Jungkook," Jungkook replied with his usual confidence. "And thanks for having us here."

Kai smiled. "Thank you for joining us. The night wouldn't be the same without you guys."

Jimin listened quietly, his fingers tapping against his lap. Kai seemed pleasant, but there was something about his lingering gaze that sent an uneasy ripple through Jimin’s chest.

Before he could dwell on it, Tae grabbed Jungkook’s arm. "Okay, okay, now let’s dance!"

Jungkook groaned. "Tae, I was literally in the middle of—"

"Nope! Dance now, talk later." Tae flashed a grin and pulled Jungkook toward the dance floor.

With Taekook lost in the flashing lights and music, Kai turned his attention back to Jimin.

"Hey, have a drink," he offered, handing Jimin a glass filled with amber liquid.

Jimin hesitated, shaking his head. "Oh, no thanks. I’m fine."

Kai leaned in slightly, his tone turning playful. "Come on, just one shot. It’s a party, after all."

Jimin pressed his lips together. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and something about Kai's insistence made him wary. But rejecting him twice felt rude—he was Taehyung’s friend, after all.

With a quiet sigh, Jimin took the glass, tilting it back in one go. The burn of the alcohol slid down his throat, leaving behind a lingering warmth.

Kai smirked. "That’s the spirit."

Jimin hummed in response, already feeling a slight buzz creeping in. The lights blurred at the edges of his vision, and his body felt strangely light.

"How about a dance?" Kai asked suddenly, standing and holding out a hand.

Jimin shook his head. "I don’t really dance."

Kai chuckled. "You? The famous dancer? Come on, just one song."

Jimin hesitated. His head was spinning slightly, and something told him he should just sit back and rest. But Kai was persistent, and not wanting to appear difficult, he eventually nodded.

"Alright," Jimin relented, allowing Kai to lead him to the dance floor.

The music pulsed around them, vibrant and intoxicating. Jimin moved with practiced ease, but the dizziness was starting to settle deep in his bones. His body wasn’t responding as fluidly as usual, his movements slightly sluggish.

Kai’s hands found his waist, guiding him closer.

Jimin stiffened.

"I’m not feeling well," he murmured, voice barely audible over the music. "Can we sit somewhere?"

Kai's eyes glinted under the flashing lights. "Of course, let’s go somewhere quieter."

Jimin nodded, relieved, but when Kai started leading him away from the crowd—toward a hallway lined with private rooms—something inside him stirred uneasily.

When they stepped inside a dimly lit room, Jimin blinked, his mind struggling to process. The door shut with a quiet click, sealing them in.

Jimin turned to Kai, his voice slightly slurred. "Why did you bring me here?"

Kai stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "You said you weren’t feeling well. I wanted to make you feel better."

Jimin took a step back. "I meant I needed to sit down, not—"

Kai’s fingers grazed his wrist, his touch featherlight yet heavy with implication.

Jimin immediately yanked his hand away. "What are you doing?" His voice was sharper now, his senses screaming at him that something wasn’t right.

Kai chuckled, stepping closer. "Relax, Jimin. Don’t be so tense."

Jimin’s body went rigid as Kai’s hands slid around his waist, fingers pressing lightly against his back. A wave of unease crashed into him, his breath catching in his throat.

"Let go of me," Jimin said, voice barely above a whisper.

Kai smirked. "Oh, come on, baby. You’re so beautiful. Let’s have some fun."

Jimin's stomach twisted in horror. His hands pushed against Kai’s chest, but the man barely budged.

"Stop it!" Jimin struggled, twisting in his grip.

Kai ignored him, leaning in, his lips grazing the curve of Jimin’s neck. A shudder ran through Jimin—not the pleasant kind, but one filled with pure dread.

His heart pounded, his vision blurring further. The alcohol in his system made his limbs weak, his movements sluggish.

No. No. No.

Panic surged inside him, clawing at his chest. Memories flashed behind his eyes—dark rooms, unwanted touches, the feeling of helplessness suffocating him.

Not again.

Jimin’s breath came in ragged gasps. He tried shoving Kai away again, his fingers shaking, his entire body screaming at him to fight.

"I said, let go!" Jimin's voice cracked, but this time, there was steel beneath his fear.

Kai tsked, his grip tightening. "Don’t be difficult, baby."

♡♤♡

Yoongi was mid-conversation, his words barely leaving his lips when a strange feeling crawled up his spine. An inexplicable pull, like an invisible thread yanking at his consciousness. His eyes instinctively darted toward the couch where Jimin had been sitting.

It was empty.

A chill swept through him.

His jaw clenched, his body suddenly rigid as his sharp gaze scanned the room. He spotted Taehyung and Jungkook, lost in the music, unaware. But Jimin was nowhere to be seen.

Something was wrong.

"Excuse me," he muttered curtly, barely acknowledging the others as he turned on his heel. His usual measured steps became urgent strides, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

Approaching a nearby group, he didn't waste time on pleasantries.

"Did you see a boy in a red shirt here? Where did he go?" His voice was edged with steel, his tone sharp with an urgency that made the group fall silent.

One of the men hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, I remember him. He was with someone… they gave him a drink, then they danced for a while."

Yoongi’s jaw tightened. "Then what?"

The man shrugged, his brows furrowing. "Then they disappeared. I don’t know where they went."

Yoongi’s patience was razor-thin. He inhaled deeply, suppressing the rising fury in his chest. "Who was he with?"

"I don’t know," the man admitted, shifting uncomfortably under Yoongi’s piercing stare. "But he seemed like someone connected to the party… maybe even the owner."

Yoongi didn’t need to hear anything else.

"Thanks," he bit out, already moving, his pulse thundering in his ears.

The air around him felt suffocating. His usually cold, calculated mind was a storm of rage and panic. His hands balled into fists as he pushed past groups of partygoers, his eyes scanning every corner, every hallway.

His instincts screamed at him, his gut twisting with the kind of dread he hadn’t felt in years.

Then he heard it.

A muffled whimper.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his sharp senses narrowing in on the sound.

Slowly, he turned his head.

Down the dimly lit corridor, amidst the rows of locked rooms, there was one door. Locked. From the inside.

His blood ran cold.

A slow, deep inhale. His fingers twitched, reaching beneath his blazer. The familiar weight of cold steel met his palm as he wrapped his fingers around the grip of his revolver.

The mafia leader in him reawakened.

His steps were measured, deliberate. Not a single ounce of hesitation.

Another faint sound.

A whimper.

Jimin.

Yoongi didn’t think. He acted.

With a powerful kick, the door flung open, crashing against the wall.

The sight that met his eyes turned his blood to ice.

Jimin was curled up in the corner, his small frame trembling, his eyes wide with something Yoongi never wanted to see—fear.

And in front of him, standing much too close, was the bastard who dared to touch what was his.