The Way He Chains Me (Jikook)
The Way He Chains Me
My voice didn’t even sound like mine.
It echoed across the marble hall, trembling yet sharp enough to cut through pride.
Park Jimin
KNEEL *repeated, louder this time*
Park Jimin
If you want this marriage so badly… then kneel in front of me. In front of your men. Prove it.
The entire mansion fell silent.
He stood there...black suit, hands in his pockets, expression calm. Too calm. Like I had just asked him the weather instead of his dignity.
Jeon Jungkook— the Mafia King.
The man who ruled half the underground with a single glance.
The man who claimed he loved me.
My father’s voice cracked behind me.
I didn’t look at him. If I did, I would break.
Men like Jungkook lived on pride. They breathed it. Bled for it. Killed for it.
Because if he did…My life would be over. For a second, I thought I had won. Then he moved.
One hand slipped out of his pocket. Then the other.
The sound of his knee hitting the floor echoed like a gunshot.
My lungs forgot how to breathe.
His head dipped. Then he looked up at me. And he smiled. Not lovingly. Not softly.
He didn’t lose. He sacrificed his pride… just to own me. And in that moment, I understood. I didn’t win.
Behind me, I heard my brother Jihyun sob. My father struggled against the grip of Jungkook’s men. My mother ran toward me, but she was dragged back.
Every member of my family was forced to their knees.
My father’s forehead was bleeding. Because of me.
Because I dared to say no.
Jungkook was still kneeling. But even on his knees…He looked like a king.
Jeon Jungkook
You wanted my pride? *said softly, tilting his head*
Jeon Jungkook
Take it. I’ll kneel for you. I’ll burn for you. I’ll ruin myself for you.
His men avoided eye contact. No one had ever seen him like this. He rose to his feet slowly and stepped closer.
Jeon Jungkook
You thought kneeling would break me?
He murmured, brushing a finger under my chin, lifting my face.
Jeon Jungkook
I would crawl through hell on broken glass if it meant you’d be mine.
My knees gave out. I collapsed onto the floor. My father tried to shield me, but Jungkook raised a single hand. His men stopped instantly.
Jeon Jungkook
If he says no *said calmly*
My blood turned to ice. He didn’t shout. He didn’t threaten loudly. He stated it like a business order.
Park Jimin
Don’t *whispered*
He crouched in front of me, eyes soft in the most terrifying way possible.
Jeon Jungkook
Then marry me.
My body shook uncontrollably. If I refused, my family would die. If I agreed, I would.
I looked at my father. He shook his head. I looked at my mother. She cried. I looked at Jungkook. He smiled like a devil who had already won.
Park Jimin
I… *voice cracked*
Park Jimin
I’ll marry you.
And that was how I became the wife of a man who called himself my lover.
But that was the beginning of my marriage to the devil who claimed to love me.
I fell for him later. That’s the tragedy. Because my love and his love were never the same. My love was soft. Terrified. Human. His love? His love was possession. Control. Obsession wrapped in silk gloves.
He doesn’t hit me. He doesn’t force me into his bed. He doesn’t leave bruises on my skin. No. Jeon Jungkook leaves bruises on my mind. And somehow… that’s worse. You probably think I’m exaggerating.
It happened after one of his business parties.
I was wearing white. He likes me in white. Says it makes me look “untouched.”
One of the guests...drunk, bold, stupid...grabbed my waist from behind and let his hand slide lower than it should have.
Before I could even react...The man was on the floor. Because Jungkook had seen. He didn’t shout. Didn’t cause a scene. He just looked at me. Then at the man. And smiled.
That was the moment I should’ve run. But you can’t run from a man who owns the city. Later that night, he dragged me to the basement. Like I didn’t have a choice anyway. The man was already there.
The basement smelled like metal and something darker. I swallowed hard.
Jeon Jimin
Jungkook… what is this?
My voice came out smaller than I wanted.
He reached into his pocket lazily. I saw the knife before I heard it.
The blade slid out with a metallic whisper.
Jungkook walked toward the man and kicked him in the stomach so hard the sound echoed. The man choked, blood spraying from his mouth, fingers scrambling to grab Jungkook’s ankle.
？？？
Please— please forgive me! I didn’t know he was yours! I swear! I would never—
Jungkook tilted his head.
Jeon Jungkook
Mine? *repeated softly, like he was tasting the word*
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… amused.
Jeon Jungkook
You touched something that belongs to me *said calmly*
Jeon Jungkook
And you expected to keep your hands?
Before the man could cry again, Jungkook drove the knife straight into his scalp.
I gasped, slapping my hand over my mouth to stop the sound. Blood trickled down the man’s bald head, sliding over his eyebrows. His eyes rolled back slightly. Jungkook pulled the knife out with a bored sigh.
At this point, tears were streaming down my face. I hated violence. I hated blood. I hated everything about this. But I hated the fact that I couldn’t stop looking even more.
？？？
F-Fuck… my head… I’m sorry… *whimpered weakly*
Jungkook’s eyes moved to me.
Jeon Jungkook
Which hand did he use to touch you?
Jeon Jungkook
Are you deaf, angel? *snapped*
He calls me that when he’s angry. Like it’s funny. Like it’s a joke between us.
Jeon Jimin
I don’t know… *sniffled again, vision blurry*
Jungkook turned back to the man and chuckled.
Jeon Jungkook
Guess we’ll take both.
The way he said it so casually almost made me laugh. Almost. If I wasn’t about to faint. He stabbed the man’s arm. Once. Twice. The screaming filled the room. I squeezed my eyes shut but he grabbed my jaw. Hard.
Jeon Jungkook
Look at me, Jimin *whispered near my ear*
Jeon Jungkook
If someone dares to touch you again, this is what happens.
He forced my face forward. Forced me to watch. Forced me to see him carve the man apart like he was slicing cake at a birthday party.
Blood splattered the marble. His white shirt was ruined. He looked beautiful. That’s the sickest part. He looked beautiful. When he finally plunged the knife into the man’s chest, there was a sickening crack.
He did something I will never forget. He tore the man’s heart out. Still beating. Still warm. I screamed. I think I did. I don’t even remember clearly. All I remember is Jungkook standing in front of me, holding that heart like it was a gift.
Jeon Jungkook
Look at me *said softly*
I shook my head violently.
His hand grabbed my chin. Firm. Unyielding.
Jeon Jungkook
Look. At. Me.
I was forced to see it. The blood. The proof. The warning. Then he threw it at me. It hit my chest and slid down, staining my white clothes red. I gagged. Ran to the metal gate. Started banging on it.
Jeon Jimin
OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Of course no one would help. He owns this city. He owns the men outside. He owns the air I breathe.
Behind me, I could hear the slicing sounds continue. When I turned around, Jungkook was cutting the body into neat pieces like he was organizing files. He looked… satisfied.
Jeon Jimin
What the hell is wrong with you?! *cried hard*
Jeon Jungkook
What’s wrong with me?
He wiped blood off his jaw with his thumb.
My chest tightened. He walked toward me slowly. Every step deliberate. I kept backing up until my spine hit the cold metal gate. He stopped inches away.
Jeon Jungkook
You cry so prettily *murmured*
Jeon Jungkook
You shake. You beg. And you still look at me like I’m your only way out.
He brushed blood off my cheek gently. Almost tender.
Jeon Jungkook
That’s love, Jimin.
Jeon Jimin
That’s insanity.
Jeon Jungkook
Same thing.
I cried. I screamed. I begged him to stop. To not make me watch. But he grabbed my chin again and forced my eyes open every time I tried to look away.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t faint yet. *whispered mockingly*
Jeon Jungkook
We’re bonding.
He calls this bonding. My stomach twisted.
Jeon Jimin
I’m scared of you *whispered*
His eyes flickered. And for a split second… something human appeared. Then it was gone.
Jeon Jungkook
You should be. *quietly*
Jeon Jungkook
But you’re safer with me than anywhere else.
Jeon Jimin
That’s not normal! *cried*
Jeon Jungkook
Normal people don’t run empires, baby.
His hand came up and I flinched. It didn’t strike. It wiped a tear. Soft. Infuriatingly soft.
Jeon Jungkook
You think I enjoy this? *asked quietly*
He leaned his forehead against mine. His voice dropped to something almost vulnerable.
Jeon Jungkook
I would burn the world for you.
Jeon Jimin
That’s not love *whispered*
Jeon Jungkook
It is *replied*
Jeon Jungkook
It’s just not the kind they write poems about.
He forced me to watch everything. Every consequence. Every punishment. Until my vision blurred. Until my body gave up. Until darkness swallowed me whole.
Jeon Jaeyun
Don’t cry, Mommy.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until those tiny fingers touched my cheek.
Jaeyun’s hands are so small. So warm. So undeserving of this world. He’s half asleep, sitting on my lap, one hand gripping my shoulder for balance like I’m the only solid thing in his universe.
I quickly wipe my face and force a smile.
Jeon Jimin
I’m not crying *whisper, kissing his forehead*
Jeon Jimin
Your mommy doesn’t cry. I just… got something in my eye.
He frowns like he doesn’t believe me. Smart boy. He got that from his father. I pull him closer to my chest, inhaling his baby shampoo scent like it’s oxygen. I can’t go back. Not when he’s here. Not when my son is here. This mansion may be a prison, but it’s the only cage that keeps him safe.
Jeon Jimin
Should we go eat something? *ask softly*
Jeon Jimin
Maybe steal the chef’s dessert before Daddy finds out?
The only pure sound in this house. Because everything else echoes. The ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner. The silent footsteps of bodyguards outside my door. The constant reminder that I live in a palace built on blood. People would kill for this life.
Luxury. Twenty servants. Private security. Black cards with no limits. Designer clothes I never asked for. A husband who claims he loves me.
Jeon Jungkook. The Mafia King. The most dangerous man in the country. And unfortunately…Mine. My eyes drift to the bedside table. Two pregnancy tests. Two pink lines. I stare at them like they’re foreign objects. I’m not angry. I’m not exactly sad either. Just… tired.
The last time Jungkook touched me was a month ago. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t cruel. He was drunk on whiskey and something darker. We didn’t fight. We didn’t talk. He didn’t force me. I didn’t refuse. That was our first and last physical interaction in six months.
Marriage is funny like that. Especially when your husband is a psychopath with a psychology degree and a god complex.
In these six years of marriage with that man, I've felt a lot of emotions. At first when he took me from my parents, I was sad, angry and afraid. Then at some point, I fell in love. Maybe because he was the only familiar feeling I'd. and I was head over heals for him. Would I change that? I'm not sure, those years were the only time I felt belonged.
And then He betrayed me.
He slept with another woman. My eyes over the disgusting memory. Not that I saw, but informed, by his own...
Ravon
Jimin-ssi *voice interrupts softly from the doorway*
Ravon
Should I take Jaeyun? It’s almost his dinner time.
That's how this goes, nobody is allowed to come in. until they asked. I checked the grandfather clock that's ticking in the corner. It's been there, always, old, telling the same time. Maybe I can count on my own, that's how I live here now.
Jeon Jimin
No, we'll come down now.
Jaeyun beams. Ravon hesitates. She brought me the test kits. She’s loyal. To him. If she hasn’t informed Jungkook yet, she will. She always does.
Ravon
Jimin-ssi *gestures toward the elevator*
Ravon
You shouldn’t use the stairs.
Ah, yes. Pregnant equals fragile. I ignore her and start walking down the grand staircase anyway. Jaeyun grips my hand excitedly. The mansion is divided like a kingdom. East wing...ours. Bedrooms. Study. Jaeyun’s playroom. Silence.
Guards. Meetings. Soundproof rooms.
I have never stepped into the west wing. I refuse to. I’ve seen enough blood in my lifetime. Jungkook keeps the worst of his empire out of my sight. He thinks that makes him merciful. Sometimes I think it makes him delusional.
On the left side of the staircase, smaller portraits line the wall. Me holding Jaeyun as a newborn. Me sitting in the garden with him. The three of us together the perfect mafia family.
Aesthetic. Untouchable. Terrifying.
On the right hangs a different portrait. Jungkook and his grandmother. I never met her. She passed away when he was young. In that painting, he looks smaller. Cold already. Distant already.
Raised in blood. Raised in rules. Raised in survival. His parents were the same. They understood this life because they were born in it. I wasn’t. And I don’t want my son to be. I stare at Jungkook’s younger self in that frame.
Jeon Jimin
I won’t let him become you *whisper so softly only I can hear it*
Ravon shifts slightly behind me, but says nothing. Good. Because if she did, I might have pushed her down these dramatic stairs just to feel something different. My eyes move to the carpet beneath my feet. Maroon. New. Of course. Last month, I nearly lost my mind and told Jungkook everything looked the same. Same colors. Same air. Same suffocation.
Jeon Jimin
Take me out *had said*
He had listened. Nodded thoughtfully. And the next week, the carpet was changed. The flowers rearranged. Furniture shifted by a few inches. Problem solved.
Psychopath behavior level: genius.
Instead of freedom, he redecorated my cage.
And once a month, I’m allowed outside. With him.
That’s how long it’s been since I’ve walked somewhere without guards breathing down my neck. I descend the last step. I’m not protected. I’m contained.
The dining room doors open before I touch them. The long table is already filled with dishes. All my favorites. I almost laugh. How romantic. How strategic.
I sit at the far end of the table, dragging Jaeyun’s high chair closer to me. Distance matters.
In this mansion, distance is the only power I have. Jaeyun starts eating happily. Ravon assists him gently. I don’t touch my plate.
Ravon stands instantly the moment he enters. Of course she does. You don’t sit when the king walks in. I don’t turn around. I don’t need to. I feel him. The air shifts. The temperature drops two degrees. My pulse betrays me before my mind does.
Jaeyun practically launches himself off the chair, pure happiness radiating from his tiny body.
Before he can even run, Jungkook is already there. One smooth step. One effortless motion. He lifts Jaeyun like he weighs nothing. Strong arms. Steady grip. He presses a kiss to his temple.
Jeon Jungkook
My little baby *murmurs, voice softer than it has any right to be*
Then he moves closer. Too close. His breath brushes my ear. A slow, casual kiss lands on my cheek. Public. Claiming. Calculated.
Jeon Jungkook
How was your day, Jagiya?
He asks like we’re a normal couple having a normal dinner in a normal house that doesn’t have soundproof torture rooms in the west wing.
He moves and sat on the head table.
His eyes narrowed seeing where I sat, this wasn't my usual chair, but we weren't usual. Jaeyun was still on his hand. Then he nodded at Ravon, she took jaeyun chair beside me moving towards him. I gritted my teeth, said nothing.
Jeon Jungkook
Come, sit here.
He said, getting up and sliding the chair beside him. I didn't move, when he realized I'm not playing his games; he walked towards me. sighing, without even giving me chance to process he picked me up.
One stride we're already the other side on the table. He put me down at my usual chair.
I could feel every servant's audible gasps, and stares. He took the dish and serve me first then him.
I pushed the plate away; he was at dinner in what weeks? And he's being nice to me. we're stop being a husband-and-husband months before.
When I realize who rose was, or how he murdered her.
And he stopped looking at me after that accident.
Jeon Jimin
I am pregnant. *said without an emotion not looking up at him*
He narrowed his eyes. Then starts to smile, I closed my eyes. I don't want to see these dramas.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm gonna be a father. *spoke. I could here the excitement from his voice*
Jeon Jungkook
Hi, sweety.
I’m barely two months. We don’t even have a visible bump yet. Still, he talks to my stomach like it already belongs to him. Because it does.
Jeon Jungkook
You missed your check-up *says without looking at me*
Not a question. A statement. I stare straight ahead.
Every month he arranges full physical exams for me and Jaeyun.
Private doctor. Private wing. No risks. No surprises. Except I didn’t go last month. I didn’t care. He nods once.
He pushes the plate back toward me. I push it away again.
His jaw tightens slightly.
Jaeyun looks between us with wide eyes. The tension is thick enough to slice.
Everything feels like it’s collapsing quietly. He might be happy. Of course he is. Another heir. Another piece on his chessboard. I feel trapped. Again. Another baby means deeper roots. Stronger chains. This is how he works. Everything calculated. Everything aligned. He is the boss.
I stand up slowly. The chair scrapes loudly against the floor. Jaeyun looks confused. Ravon looks terrified. Jungkook doesn’t move. He keeps feeding Jaeyun calmly, as if nothing is wrong. As if I didn’t just shatter the illusion of dinner.
Jeon Jimin
I’m done *say quietly*
Jeon Jungkook
You haven’t eaten.
Jeon Jimin
I’ve lost my appetite.
Jeon Jungkook
That’s not optional.
Jeon Jimin
Oh? Is my hunger under mafia law too? *laugh softly*
A dangerous silence falls.
Jeon Jaeyun
Daddy… Mommy angry?
Jungkook softens instantly. He brushes Jaeyun’s hair back.
Jeon Jungkook
Mommy’s tired *says gently*
Jeon Jungkook
That’s all.
I hate that calm tone. I hate that he can switch like that. I turn and walk toward the exit. My chest tight. My throat burning. I hear Jaeyun call after me.
And Jungkook shushes him softly.
Jeon Jungkook
Let him rest.
The door closes behind me.
Author
So… how did you like this chapter? Twisted, hot, or totally chaotic?
And of course… tell me, are you Team Jungkook, Team Jimin… or just shipping them both like a crazy fan? 😂💥
Author
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The Boy Who Challenged the Devil
🖤𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘆 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹🖤
Kim Seokjin
Jimin. Enough. For today.
Kim Seokjin didn’t raise his voice.
I slowly looked up from my laptop, blinking at the bright office lights like an overworked raccoon caught stealing snacks at 3 a.m.
Seokjin stood in front of my desk with his arms crossed, tall and broad-shouldered, his expensive shirt tucked in perfectly like he had personally ironed it with the power of disappointment.
Kim Seokjin our team leader, our unofficial mother, and the only man who could shut my laptop without asking and still make me say thank you.
Park Jimin
I was almost done. *muttered*
Kim Seokjin
You said that two hours ago.
He replied calmly and snapped my laptop shut.
Across the room, Min Yoongi spun in his chair dramatically.
Min Yoongi
Yes, Jimin. Some of us would like to leave this capitalist nightmare and go sin.
I turned to glare at him.
Min Yoongi...producer by day, menace by night. Pale skin, sharp eyes, and a permanent expression that said I didn’t ask to be here but I run this place anyway.
Kim Seokjin
Sin? *repeated*
Min Yoongi
*grinned lazily* Club. Drinks. Loud music. Possibly bad decisions.
Min Yoongi
I vote yes *added, already grabbing his jacket*
It had been eight months since I moved to Seoul with my younger brother, Jihyun. Eight months of starting over. Eight months of pretending my past didn’t exist.
After what felt like a lifetime of job rejections, I finally landed a position as a graphic designer at Plash...one of the most reputed software companies in the city. The salary was good. Good enough to support both me and Jihyun.
Jihyun was studying at Moscow State University through an exchange program. He was… fragile. After everything we went through, he didn’t trust people easily... especially men. Loud places scared him. Crowds overwhelmed him.
So I worked. I worked until I forgot to eat. Until Seokjin forced protein bars into my hands. Until Yoongi threatened to steal my salary if I didn’t go out and “touch grass.” And apparently, tonight, touching grass meant going to a club.
We all lived together in a spacious four-bedroom apartment. Seokjin and Yoongi’s families were in Italy, so they preferred living together instead of alone.
Kim Taehyung lived two floors above us.
Taehyung...tall, ridiculously handsome, with a smile that could probably convince world leaders to surrender.
He worked at a different company and somehow adopted us all emotionally without asking permission. Yoongi’s boyfriend. Our bodyguard. Our chaos contributor.
Kim Seokjin
Move *ordered, dragging me out of my chair*
Next thing I knew, we were in Seokjin’s car, Yoongi blasting music from the backseat.
Park Jimin
I’m not even dressed for a club. *complained*
Black fitted pants. Silk half-open shirt. Thin silver chain resting against my collarbone.
Min Yoongi
You look illegal *said from behind me*
Park Jimin
That was not helpful *snapped*
Min Yoongi
It was a compliment.
Yoongi leaned forward, passing me his lipstick.
Min Yoongi
Here. You need drama.
Park Jimin
I don’t need drama.
I applied the lipstick while Seokjin drove like a responsible father of three exhausted children.
Min Yoongi
Taehyung will meet us there.
Yoongi announced, typing on his phone with a soft smile that he tried very hard to hide.
Park Jihyun
📲 You’re going out? *asked softly*
Park Jimin
📲 Yeah. You’ll be okay?
Park Jimin
📲 I’m staying at my friend’s place. Birthday party. Don’t worry.
Park Jimin
📲 Call me if you need anything.
Park Jihyun
📲 Hyung *whispered*
Something in my chest tightened.
Seokjin announced. The club glowed like temptation itself.
Music vibrated through the walls. The smell of alcohol, perfume, and bad decisions mixed in the air. Before we could even step inside.
Yoongi launched himself at Taehyung, who caught him easily and kissed his temple. I pretended not to notice the way they looked at each other like the world didn’t exist. Taehyung hugged Seokjin.
Kim Taehyung
And you *said, narrowing his eyes playfully*
Kim Taehyung
Ready to reject Taemin for the hundredth time tonight?
Taehyung’s friend. Professional flirt. Chronic delusional romantic.
Kim Seokjin
He still thinks one night with him will change your mind? *asked*
Kim Taehyung
*smirked* He believes in miracles.
Park Jimin
Tell him to believe in therapy instead *replied dryly*
Yoongi choked on air laughing.
I didn’t even have to look. Lee Taemin slid in beside me like he paid rent for the empty space next to my thigh. Black shirt. Top two buttons open. Confidence set to illegal levels.
Taemin
You look unfair tonight.
He murmured, draping his arm over the back of the couch, fingers almost brushing my shoulder.
Taemin
Are you trying to ruin lives?
Across the table, Min Yoongi smirked into his drink. Kim Taehyung looked like he was watching a live comedy show. And Kim Seokjin? Oh, he gave me that look. The Go on, Park Jimin. End him politely look. I took a slow sip of my drink before answering.
Park Jimin
Taemin *sweetly*
Park Jimin
Don’t you ever get tired?
Park Jimin
Recycling the same lines.
Taehyung choked on his beer. Taemin only leaned closer, unbothered.
Taemin
Maybe I just haven’t found the right audience yet.
Min Yoongi
Maybe you need better material *muttered*
Taemin ignored him completely.
Taemin
I still think you and I would be insane together.
He said softly, voice lowering just enough to try and make it intimate.
Taemin
One night. That’s all I’m asking.
Park Jimin
What would we even do?
Taemin
*smirked* I’m creative.
Park Jimin
Breathing. Avoiding you. Important things.
Kim Seokjin
*clapped slowly* That’s my boy.
Taemin sighed dramatically.
I corrected calmly. For a split second, something flickered behind his teasing eyes. Something that almost looked serious. But then he winked.
Taemin
One day, Park Jimin. You’ll give in.
Park Jimin
And one day you’ll discover self-respect.
Yoongi nearly slid under the table laughing.
Seokjin pulled me toward the dance floor.
Behind us, I caught a glimpse of Yoongi and Taehyung already attached at the mouth like oxygen was optional. Disgusting. Cute. But disgusting.
The bass vibrated through the floor. Lights flashed in chaotic colors. Seokjin grabbed my hands and spun me dramatically.
Kim Seokjin
STOP OVERTHINKING AND DANCE! *shouted over the music*
Park Jimin
I’M NOT OVERTHINKING!
Kim Seokjin
You were calculating your weekly expenses in your head five seconds ago!
I let the music take over. For a moment, I forgot everything. Forgot responsibilities. Forgot my past. Forgot the constant weight on my chest. Seokjin twirled me again, laughing loudly, his broad shoulders moving easily with the beat. A couple of guys started hovering nearby. One of them smirked at me. I ignored him. Another tried to get closer. Seokjin noticed instantly. He shot them a glare sharp enough to cut glass. They backed up.
Kim Seokjin
That’s right *muttered proudly*
Kim Seokjin
This face is expensive.
Park Jimin
You’re insane. *laughed*
A hand slipped around Seokjin’s waist. I blinked. Tall. Dark hair. Sharp jawline. Seokjin looked at me. Winked. And then turned, falling into rhythm with the stranger like this was rehearsed.
Their bodies moved smoothly together, confident, bold.
Park Jimin
HYUNG! *shouted over the music*
Park Jimin
Unbelievable *muttered*
Within seconds, he was being led off the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd like the responsible adult he claimed to be.
Abandoned by my own mother.
I needed air. The noise was starting to feel suffocating. I made my way toward the exit. Almost free. Almost—A hand blocked my path.
Taemin. Of course. He stepped in front of me, expression softer now. Less playful.
Taemin
I’ll drop you home.
Park Jimin
No. I’ll go alone.
Taemin
Jimin *said quietly this time, stepping closer*
Taemin
It’s late. You’ve been drinking. Let me at least drop you home. I won’t do anything you don’t want.
His voice sounded sincere. And I hated that I hesitated.
Seoul at night could be unpredictable. And even though I wasn’t completely drunk, the alcohol was still humming faintly in my veins. I exhaled slowly.
Park Jimin
Just drop me. Nothing else.
A small victorious smile flickered across his face. I immediately regretted it.
The car smelled like cologne and leather. Too clean. Too controlled. I stared out the window as he drove, trying to steady my thoughts. Streetlights blurred past. The music from the club faded into silence. For a few minutes, everything was normal.
I felt it. His hand. On my thigh. At first, light. Almost testing. Then slowly sliding upward. My entire body froze.
Park Jimin
Taemin *said sharply, grabbing his wrist*
Park Jimin
Remove your hand.
He didn’t. Instead, his grip tightened slightly.
Taemin
Jimin… please *muttered*
The audacity. My voice dropped dangerously calm.
Park Jimin
Take. Your. Hand. Off.
Instead of listening, he suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road. The brakes screeched slightly. Before I could process it, he turned toward me fully.
His hand still on my thigh. His other hand grabbing my jaw. Forcing my face toward him. His breath was hot. Too close.
Taemin
You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted this *whispered*
He leaned closer. And that was his mistake. I shoved him with all my strength. Hard. He stumbled back against his seat, clearly not expecting resistance.
Park Jimin
Are you insane? *snapped*
He tried to grab my wrist again. I punched him. Right in the jaw. There was a satisfying crack. Silence filled the car. His eyes widened in shock. I didn’t wait.
I threw the door open and stepped out into the cold night air, not caring about my heels, not caring about anything except getting away.
Taemin
Jimin! *called out desperately*
Taemin
I’m sorry! I lost control! Please, it was a mistake! Let me just drop you home!
I didn’t even turn around.
Park Jimin
GO TO HELL, TAEMIN! *shouted back, my voice shaking with fury*
He stood there for a moment. Then cursed under his breath and got back into the car. The engine roared. And he drove away. I stood alone under the streetlight, chest rising and falling too fast.
Park Jimin
Unbelievable *muttered, rubbing my face*
Park Jimin
Men are unbelievable.
My hands were trembling slightly. Not because I was scared. Because I was angry. He ruined the night. Ruined the small moment of freedom I allowed myself. I let out a long breath.
I tried booking a taxi. No signal. No network. No mercy from the universe.
The night felt heavier now. Too quiet. Too watchful.
I wrapped my arms around myself and started walking faster, my heels clicking against the pavement. I just needed to reach home. A shower. My bed. Silence.
But fate clearly had other plans.
A scream shattered the stillness. Sharp. Raw. Agonizing. I froze mid-step. It wasn’t laughter. It wasn’t drunken noise. It was pain. Real pain.
My heart started pounding violently as I looked around. Another cry. Closer this time. Without thinking, I followed the sound, my steps cautious, instinct taking over. I slipped into the shadows, moving quietly until I ducked behind a parked car.
The man in the center was on his knees, barely conscious, blood staining his shirt. He tried to shield himself, but every punch sent him collapsing further. They weren’t fighting. They were punishing.
Brutally. Mercilessly. My stomach twisted.
Before I could process anything, a sleek black SUV rolled into view.
The engine purred like a predator. The back door opened slowly.
He stepped out. Black suit. Tailored perfectly. Hair falling slightly over sharp eyes. A face carved with cold authority.
Power radiated from him so naturally it felt like oxygen around him bent in submission. The five men instantly stepped back. Respectful. Fearful. He didn’t rush. Didn’t shout. He walked toward the kneeling man calmly. Like this was routine. Like this was Tuesday. The injured man tried to speak. Beg.
The man in the suit grabbed his jaw and forced his face up.
Even from a distance, I could see the way his expression didn’t change.
No anger. No excitement. Just… control.
The sound echoed in the alley. I clenched my fists. Who does he think he is? I reached into my bag, hands trembling slightly, and pulled out my phone.
If he thought he was untouchable...He wasn’t. I hit record. Zoomed in. Captured his face. His men. The blood. Everything.
The men seemed unfazed by what had just happened. They climbed back into their cars, the engines roaring to life as they sped off, leaving the victim behind like he was nothing more than a piece of trash. They left as if they'd just accomplished something great, as though their actions had no consequences.
I stayed hidden, watching their vehicles disappear into the night, but my feet itched to move. I had to help, but fear held me back for a moment. The man lying there, bleeding out on the street-was he even alive?
No, I couldn't just walk away.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I glanced around carefully to make sure no one else was watching, then made my way toward the man. His body was limp, but as I knelt beside him, I saw the faintest flicker of movement. His pulse was still there, weak but steady. I let out a sigh of relief.
I took a spare scarf from my bag, tying it around the wound in his stomach as tightly as I could to stop the bleeding. I knew it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. I felt a rush of urgency-he needed help, and fast.
I quickly searched his pockets for a phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Of course, the men had taken it. I looked around, panic rising in my chest. Where could I find help? I couldn't just leave him here to die. My eyes darted around, and then, in the distance, I spotted a phone booth. It was my only option.
I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached the booth. I dialed the emergency services, giving them the address and telling them about the injured man.
My eyes flicking nervously back to the street as I waited for the ambulance to arrive.
Just five minutes later, I saw the flashing lights of the ambulance. Relief washed over me i quickly hiden in my same spot as I saw them, lifting the man onto a stretcher. They carefully loaded him into the back of the ambulance, and they slammed the doors shut and sped off. I stood there for a moment, my heart still racing.
I placed my hand on my chest, hoping this man would survive.
By the time I reached my apartment, my mind was racing.
Jihyun’s room light was off. Good. He didn’t need to see me like this. I locked the door behind me and immediately pulled out my phone. The video.
Still there. Clear. Damning. His face visible. His gun visible. Everything visible.
I immediately went to my phone and posted the video on social media using an anonymous email account I had set up just for this purpose.
My hands trembled slightly as I watched the post start circulating. It was exactly what needed to be done-those men couldn't get away with this.
The moment the video began to gain attention, I felt a sense of relief, mixed with anxiety. I wasn't sure how far this would go, but I knew it was the right thing. I quickly deleted the video from my account, making sure no trace of it remained. Then, with a few swift motions, I permanently destroyed both my account and the email I had used, along with the associated social media accounts.
I took a deep breath, A part of me wondered if I had done the right thing, but the other part knew that this man needed to suffer the consequences of his actions. They couldn't get away with this-no one should.
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿.
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