YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ✓

♡ Part ~ 16 ♡

"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?"