Wolf in my veins

Jungkook was abandoned as a child and raised by Seokjin, the only person who ever truly cared for him. Life was never easy, but they survived together-until one night changed everything.
When a dangerous mafia group comes after Seokjin, Jungkook fights to protect him-but ends up captured by Yoongi, a powerful and mafia boss. Taken to Yoongi's mansion,Now, Jungkook has to do what Yoongi says, or he might never see SeokJin again.
But something about Yoongi feels... different. Why does he look at Jungkook like they're connected? Why does he feel so familiar?
Is there something hidden between him and that kid-something he wants to see, but can't?

Chapter 1: Shelf Boy

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The bright lights of the convenience store buzzed as Jungkook slowly put energy drinks on the shelf. His shift was almost done just ten more minutes to go and he was already dreaming of ramen and sleep.

Then the door slammed open.

Three guys around his age walked in, laughing too loud, already shoving snacks into their pockets like they owned the place. The one who seemed like the leader a rude, rich-looking guy walked up to the counter with a smirk.

"Hey," The rich guy said. "Ring this up." He threw a candy bar on the counter, pretending not to notice the stolen snacks stuffed in his jacket.

"You gonna pay for the rest?" Jungkook asked quietly.

The guy smirked. "Or what? You’ll cry to your manager?"

Jungkook got angry, but stayed still. He looked at the clock. Only eight minutes left. This wasn’t worth it. But he also felt like he couldn't ignore them.

“I’m just doing my job,” He said evenly. “You either pay for everything, or I call security.”

The two guys behind the leader laughed. One of them took a pack of gum, opened it, and started chewing it enjoying the drama.

The leader leaned over the counter, his grin turning mean. “You think you’re some kind of hero, shelf boy?”

Jungkook didn’t flinch. "No, just not someone you can bully."

The leader scoffed. “Smart mouth. Must be hard working here, huh? Sitting around,Cleaning tables and kissing customers’ asses.”

Jungkook gave a tight smile. “Must be hard walking around with an ego that big.”

"You fucker !" The leader yelled, grabbing Jungkook’s collar but Jungkook was faster. He slammed the leader’s face into the counter, sending gum packs flying.

Suddenly, they started fighting.

The other two guys jumped in and started throwing punches. Jungkook got hit hard in the side, but he slammed his elbow into one guy’s nose and blood spilled on the floor.

Then a voice he knew shouted through the mess.

"Yah, Jungkook-ah! Fighting again?"

Jimin grabbed one guy by the hoodie and pulled him back, while Taehyung stuck out his foot and tripped the other one.

The bullies ran away, yelling.

Taehyung dusted off his hands." Seriously, Kook, can’t you go one week without a fight?"

Jungkook smirked, wiping blood from his lip. "Where's the fun in that?"

Jimin flicked Jungkook’s forehead as they walked, his voice sharp but laced with worry. "You’re gonna get fired, idiot. Or worse arrested."

"I don't care," he mumbled.

"You have to," Taehyung said, arms crossed.

Jungkook kicked a rock and frowned. "They started it. I just finished it."

Jimin groaned. "That’s your problem you always finish it. You don’t think !"

Taehyung nudged him, softer. "We get it. Rich pricks like that deserve worse. But you’re not some lone wolf in an action movie, Kook. You’ve got people who need you in one piece." Jungkook tightened his jaw but said nothing.

As they walked home, the streetlights flickered. When they turned the corner to his house, they stopped in surprise Jin, Jungkook’s uncle, was crouching by the front door with a toolbox.

He looked up as the boys approached, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Jungkook’s bruised lip.

“Yah,” Jin said, standing up and wiping his hands on a rag. “What happened to your face? Did you fight again ?" He grabbing Jungkook's face to inspect the injury in worried.

Jungkook grinned sheepishly. “Something like that.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged glances.

"We helped!"Jimin offered weakly.

Jin shot them a look. "And what was it this time?"

Taehyung sighed. "Kook decided to play hero at work again."

Jin held Jungkook's face firmly, looking at him with angry eyes. Jungkook looked down. He felt his anger go away under Jin's stare.

After a quiet moment, Jin let go of Jungkook. He turned to Jimin and Taehyung with a softer expression. “Thanks for looking out for him,” He said, ruffling Taehyung’s hair lightly before flicking Jimin’s forehead. "Even though you two sometimes make his trouble worse."

Jimin rubbed his forehead with a pout. “Uncle we stopped the fight this time.”

“And we made sure he didn’t get arrested,” Taehyung added, grinning.

Jin rolled his eyes but smiled. “Go home. It’s late.”

The two nodded, waving at Jungkook, who gave them a half-hearted wave back. As they walked off, Jimin called over his shoulder, “Don’t be too hard on him, Uncle! He’s an idiot, but he’s our idiot!”

Jungkook gave him the middle finger, but he wasn’t really mean it .

Right after, Jin lightly smacked the back of his head.

"Ouch," Jungkook grumbled, rubbing the spot and glaring at Jin.

Jin just raised an eyebrow and said, “Come inside.”

With a small sigh, Jungkook followed him in.

---

The moment the door closed behind them, Jin set the toolbox down and crossed his arms. “Sit.”

Jungkook sat heavily on the couch.

Jin wash his hands and got the first-aid kit. He sat next to Jungkook and Jin put the medicine on Jungkook's cut lip. “Why do you keep doing this?” He asked.

Jungkook winced as the antiseptic stung “They were stealing. I was just doing my job.” Jungkook kept his eyes on the floor.

“Your job isn’t to get into fights,” Jin snapped. “Your job is to stock shelves, ring up customers, and not get your face smashed in by some spoiled brats.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “I wasn’t just gonna let them walk all over me.”

Jin exhaled sharply, pressing a bandage a little too firmly over Jungkook’s bruise. “You never do. That’s the problem.” He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Why do you even keep taking these part-time jobs? I make enough. You don’t have to..”

“I want to ! ” Jungkook interrupted, finally meeting Jin’s eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore. I can help. I want to pay you back.”

Jin’s expression softened,“You don’t have to pay me back, Jungkook-ah. You’re not some debt I’m keeping track of.”

Jungkook looked away again, “I know. But after Mom and Dad after everything you did for me...”

“You’re family.” Jin cut in, gripping Jungkook’s shoulder. “Family doesn’t keep score.”

Jungkook swallowed hard.

Jin sighed, his thumb brushing over the bandage on Jungkook’s lip. “We might not be rich, but we’re happy, aren’t we? That’s enough.”

For a moment, Jungkook didn’t answer. Then, quietly, he muttered, “...They called me ‘shelf boy.’”

Jin’s lips twitched. “And?”

Jungkook scowled. “It’s disrespectful ”

Jin snorted, flicking his forehead. “Yah, you disrespect me daily and I don’t slam your face into counters.”

Jungkook looked away, but he smiled a little.

Jin stood, pulling Jungkook up with him. “Go shower. You smell like sweat and bad decisions.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but obeyed. As he walked away, Jin called after him, “And no more fighting! Or I’ll ground you like you’re twelve again!”

Jungkook just shake his head and went to the bathroom.

---

Jungkook stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped low around his waist and another one in his hand to dry his wet hair. The warm water had helped relax his sore muscles. He put on a clean shirt and sweatpants, then walked to the living room only to freeze in the hallway.

The front door was wide open.

Jin stood in the doorway, his back stiff. He faced three men Jungkook didn't know. The men were older and wore black clothes.

One big man grabbed Jin's collar and pulled him forward roughly.

"You think we’re playing games, Seokjin-ssi?" The man hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re two weeks late. Boss doesn’t like waiting."

Jin's jaw was tight, but he spoke calmly."I told you, I’ll have it by the end of the week."

The man scoffed. "You said that last time." He shoved Jin back hard enough that he stumbled, barely catching himself on the doorframe.

Jungkook’s blood ran cold.

"Uncle...."He started, stepping forward.

All three men turned around at the same time. The one who hold Jin's collar looked straight at Jungkook and gave a creepy smile

"Ah," He said, letting go of Jin and lightly patting his chest as if pretending to be sorry. "I didn’t know you had a kid."

Jin’s expression darkened. "Leave him out of this."

"Hey kid. Better stay out of grown-up business." One of the men said

Jungkook’s fists clenched "Leave my uncle alone."

The man smirked, stepping closer. "Ooh, the kid’s got a temper." He reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s collar roughly. "Let me teach you some manners....."

Before he could finish, Jungkook twisted free hand and slammed his fist straight into the man’s nose.

**Crack.**

The man fell back, holding his bloody nose. His two men started to step forward. But the one in the middle, who seemed to be in charge, raised his hand to stop them.

"Enough," He said coldly, his dark eyes locked onto Jungkook. "We’re not here to start a mess." Then he turned to Jin, "You have until Friday. No more excuses."

Jin didn’t respond, his jaw tight.

The man got up wiping blood from his lip then looked back at Jungkook, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "You… you don’t know who you’re messing with, kid. Better learn when to stay out of things that don’t concern you. Next time I will not leave you ! "

With that, the three men turned and walked away.

The moment they were gone, Jin grabbed Jungkook’s arm and yanked him inside, slamming the door shut.

"What the hell was that?! " Jin exploded, his voice shaking with anger.

Jungkook ripped his arm away. "Who the hell were they?! Why are they threatening you?!"

Jin ran a hand through his hair. "It’s nothing you need to worry about."

"Nothing?!" Jungkook’s voice cracked. "They put their hands on you! They....!"

"Jungkook!" Jin snapped, gripping his shoulders. " I said stay out of it."

"You don’t get to tell me what to do!" He shouted, shoving Jin’s hands off him. "They were threatening you! You think I’m just gonna stand there and do nothing?!"

"Jungkook " Jin’s face darkened. "You don’t understand what you’re getting into!"

"Then MAKE me understand!" Jungkook yelled, his voice cracking. "Stop treating me like a kid! I’m not some helpless little boy ! I stood up for myself and family. Unlike you who just takes their shit."

Jin’s patience snapped.

**SLAP.**

The sound echoed through the room.

Jungkook’s head whipped to the side. His breath hitched,

Jin had never hit him before.

Silence.

Jin’s hand trembled in shock as if he can’t believe what he just did.

"J-Jungkook-ah...." He whispers, his voice full of regret.

But Jungkook steps back, eyes burning with tear.

Jin reaches for him again, desperate. "I didn’t mean..."

But Jungkook step back again and without another word, he turned and stormed to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Jin stepped back, running his hands through his hair. He breathed unevenly, and his chest hurt.

"What have I done...?"

Chapter 2: The Devil's Patience

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The three men in black suits didn't go far.

Their car sped through the dark, bright streets of Seoul. The city's nice look disappeared, showing a bad side. The tallest man, who grabbed Jin, drove with his jaw tight and hands gripping the wheel hard.

"Boss isn't gonna like this."One muttered from the backseat.

"Shut up." The leader snapped.

**A WAREHOUSE BY THE DOCKS.**

The air smelled of salt and rust.The men walked past armed guards and stopped at a metal door. Inside, a single light shone on a man with a big scar on his face and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

*Agust D*

The most feared name in Seoul's underworld.

The three men bowed low.

"Well?" Agust D didn't look up from the gun he was cleaning. "Did Seokjin pay?"

Silence.

The leader swallowed. "He... needs more time."

He stopped and lifted his gaze- and the room turned to ice.

"Time," He repeated, voice soft. Deadly. "How much time does a dead man need?"

The men stiffened.

Agust D 's eyes flick to the man with the bloodied nose.

"What happened to your face?" His voice is low almost amused.

The man flinches, hesitating before bowing deeper. "T-There's a kid at Seokjin's place. He... did this."

Agust D stills , the cigarette between his fingers pausing mid-air.

"A kid?"

The man nods quickly. "Yeah. Some brat with a smart mouth. He threw a punch before we could-"

**CRACK.**

Agust D put the gun down hard on the table, and the men jumped.

"You let a kid make you look weak?" He spoke darky.

The men were too scared to even breathe.

Agust D stood up slowly and moved away from the table. He walked towards the man who was hurt, taking slow, dangerous steps.

"Tell me," He said softly, tilting his head. "What's this kid's name?"

The man had trouble swallowing. "I-I don't know. But he called Seokjin 'uncle.'"

Agust D's eyes became darker.A slow, scary smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting."

The warehouse became quiet when someone new started talking.

"Hyung."

Hoseok stepped out from behind a rusted metal door,

Agust D didn't turn around. "You're late."

Hoseok's jaw tightened as he approached. "I was checking the perimeter. Cops have been sniffing around the docks since last night."

Agust D chuckled darkly. "And yet you still found time to eavesdrop."

Hoseok shake his head and his eyes flickered to the three men, then back to Agust D.

"Hyung," Hoseok said with impatience,"why waste time? Let's just kill Seokjin and that kid and take that damn house and area. We've wanted that corner for months anyway." He cracked his knuckles. "Two bullet. Done."

Agust D didn't move. He took a slow drag of his cigarette.

"Hoseok-ah," He murmured, voice dangerously calm. "Since when do you give me orders?"

Hoseok immediately lowered his head, "I just hate seeing them disrespect you like this, hyung."

"Disrespect?" He chuckled. "No. This is more interesting."

Hoseok frowned. "Hyung-"

"We'll pay Seokjin a visit. " Agust D interrupted, his voice leaving no room for an argument. "I want to see him for myself."

His men exchanged uneasy glances.

_____

About half an hour later, Jin knocked on Jungkook's bedroom door again.

No answer.

"Kook-ah," he called softly. "I brought tteokbokki. Extra spicy, just the way you like it."

Silence.

Jin sighed and leaned his forehead against the door. "And... mandu. The fried kind from that stall you love." He paused. "And banana milk."

He gently pushed the door open-it wasn't locked.

Confused, Jin stepped inside and glanced around. The room was empty.

Panic began to rise in his chest.

His eyes landed on the open window and his breath hitched.

The window was wide open.

"No, no, no-"

He stumbled back, grabbing his phone with shaking hands, dialing Jungkook's number. It rang. And rang.

**Voicemail.**

He tried again. Same result.

"Jimin " He muttered, quickly dialing the next number.

Jimin picked up after two rings, voice groggy. "Uncle? It's past midnight-"

"Is Jungkook with you?" Jin interrupted.

A pause. "...No? Why would he-"

Jin didn't wait for the rest. He hung up and called Taehyung next.

"Uncle Jin?" Taehyung answered, sounding confused.

"Jungkook. Have you seen him?"*

"What? No, he-"

Jin cursed under his breath. "If he contacts you, tell me immediately."

He ended the call before Taehyung could respond, his mind racing.

"Where would he go?"

Then it hit him.

____

**Twenty minutes later.**

The playground was empty except for one person sitting on the rusted swing, hood pulled up looking down.

Jin's chest ached at the sight.

He approached slowly,Jungkook didn't turn around, but Jin knew he heard him.

For a moment, neither spoke. Then Jin sat on the swing beside him.

He placed the takeout bag of tteokbokki and mandu between them, along with the banana milk.

Silence.

Jin exhaled shakily. "...I'm sorry."

Jungkook didn't move.

"I shouldn't have hit you," Jin continued, voice thick. *"I-I lost control. And that's not an excuse. I just... I was scared."

Jungkook's fingers tightened around the swing chains.

Jin swallowed hard. "Those men... they're dangerous, Kook-ah. And when I saw you get involved, I-"His voice broke. "I can't lose you too."

A tear slid down Jungkook's cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.

Jin reached out, hesitating, before gently placing a hand on Jungkook's back. "Please. Look at me."

Slowly, Jungkook turned his head. His lip was swollen, and his eyes were red.

Jin's heart broke.

"I'm sorry,"Jungkook whispered, voice raw. "I didn't mean what I said. About you... taking their shit. I know you're just trying to protect me."

" Jungkook...." Jin whispered.

"I just don't like seeing you have a hard time."

Jin looked surprised.

"You think I don't know you've been skipping meals so I can eat? That you're working too hard?!" Jungkook said, his voice upset. "I can see what's happening, and I'm not weak. I don't want you to suffer, Uncle. It hurts me to see you like this." He started to cry.

Jin pulled him into a tight hug, burying his face in Jungkook's hair. " Shhuu..... Shuu don't cry don't cry."

Jungkook gripped the back of Jin's jacket, fingers trembling."Who were they?"

Jin hesitated, then sighed. "Loan sharks."

Jungkook pulled back, eyes widening. "What?"

"After my mom passed... the hospital bills, the funeral costs... I borrowed money. From the wrong people." Jin's jaw tightened "I've been paying it back, but the interest and not only that they want our place which I don't want to give ! "

Jungkook looked upset. "Uncle... why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's my burden. Not yours."

"But it is mine!" Jungkook's voice cracked. "They came to our house ! They threatened you! And you just-you just let them?!"

Jin cupped Jungkook's face, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Listen to me. I will handle this. But I need you to promise me something."

Jungkook stared at him.

"Promise me you won't go near them again," Jin said firmly. "No matter what happens. No matter what they say or do. You walk away."

Jungkook's fists clenched. "I can't just-"

"Promise me."

A beat of silence. Then, Jungkook slowly nod.

Jin smiled and hugged him as Jungkook hugged him back.

They stayed like that for a bit, quietly crying while holding each other.

Then they hear someone shout.

"What the heck?!"

Chapter 3: Taken

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Surprised, they let go of each other and wiping their faces as they turned toward the voice.

Standing at the edge of the playground, under the flickering streetlight, were Jimin and Taehyung—Their eyes were wide,still in their pajamas, hair messy like they’d rushed out in a hurry

Jimin’s hands were on his hips, his expression a mix of shock and concern. "What the heck*?!" He repeated, louder this time. "We’ve been calling you both for twenty minutes ! We thought something happened!"

Taehyung, still catching his breath, nodded. “Uncle, you called us, and when we went to your place, you and Jungkook were both gone. His window was wide open—do you know how scary that was?!” He turned to Jungkook, eyes wide. “And then Uncle wasn’t answering his phone either. We thought you guys got kidnapped!“

Jungkook lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed "I—uh. Sorry. I just got a little upset and came outside. I didn’t mean to scare anyone." He looked at Jin, his voice softer. "And Uncle must’ve panicked when he saw I was gone, so he called you guys."

Jin sighed, nodding. "Yeah. I should’ve texted you once I found him. Sorry for making you two run out here in the middle of the night."

Jimin's serious face softened a little, and he relaxed his shoulders. "You better be sorry," he said, but he wasn't really angry. "We were in the middle of planning how to save you."

Taehyung nodded, holding up his phone. "I already had the police non-emergency number dialed and everything."

Jungkook let out a weak laugh, shaking his head. "Dramatic. I just went to the playground."

"Oh, excuse us for caring!" Jimin huffed, stomping forward and flicking Jungkook’s forehead. "Next time, leave a note if you leave like this in the middle of the night, you idiot."

Jungkook playfully pushed his hand away, but he was smiling a little now.

Jin watched them, feeling less stressed. He reached out and ruffled Taehyung’s hair. "Thanks for coming, kids. Even if you really scared me by shouting like that."

Taehyung grinned, leaning into the touch. "Anytime, Uncle."

Jimin crossed his arms, eyeing the takeout bag still sitting on the swing. "...Is that tteokbokki?"

Jin snorted. "Yes. And mandu. And banana milk."

"Oh, so you were gonna bribe him so that he stop sulking and not even share?" Jimin gasped in mock offense.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing the bag and shoving it into Jimin’s hands. "Just take it, you pabo."

Jimin immediately tore it open, grinning while Taehyung looked over his shoulder to see what was inside.

Jin sighed and shook his head, watching Jimin already eating. "Okay, okay. Let's go home before the food gets cold." He stopped, suddenly thinking of something, and looked closely at the two boys in their pajamas. "Hold on—you two! Your parents know you’re out here in the middle of the night, right?"

Jimin stopped chewing with food in his mouth and looked quickly at Taehyung. Taehyung slowly put down the mandu he was about to eat.

A beat of silence.

"...No?" Taehyung admitted with a sheepish grin.

Jimin swallowed hard, then tried for an innocent smile. "I mean... technically, we left a note?"

Jin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god. So now three of you are sneaking out at night?"

Jungkook snorted. "Wow. And I’m the one who gets called reckless."

Jin exhaled loudly,but he almost smiled. "You guys are going to give me a heart attack." He took out his phone. "I'm calling your moms now to tell them you're okay before they wake up and think you got kidnapped."

Jimin and Taehyung groaned in unison.

"Uncle, nooo—" Jimin whined. "My mom’s gonna kill me!"

"Mine too." Taehyung pouted.

Jin paused, his finger almost touching his phone. He looked at their faces, which were begging him not to call.

"Okay, okay," Jin agreed, but he pointed his finger at them seriously. "But only this one time! Next time I find you two sneaking out, I'm not just calling your parents-

They smiled and hugged him tightly.

Jin pulled away from the hug, making a funny noise like he was tired of it. "Okay, okay! Let's go before the food gets really cold."

As they reached each other’s homes, Taehyung hugged both Jin and Jungkook before saying goodbye and heading back to his place—and so did Jin and Jungkook.

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The next day

Jin was in his small woodworking shop in front of his house, carefully making the edge of a wooden chair smooth. It was a peaceful afternoon, the kind he usually enjoyed.

Suddenly, he stopped working because he heard the loud noise of tires skidding.

His blood ran cold as he recognized the three loan sharks from last night—but his breath caught completely when a sleek black car door opened and a man stepped out holding an umbrella, and someone in a perfect suit got out.

**August D.**

Even in their small town, everyone knew that name. People said he was most scary mafia boss around, who was cold and had no mercy.

August D slowly approached Jin.

Jin's hands clenched into fists.

"Seokjin-ssi," August D said. His voice was calm, but you could tell he was serious."I heard you've been having trouble paying back your debts."

Jin felt nervous but stayed where he was. " I just need more time," He said.

August D looked at Jin closely, like an animal looking at food."Time is money. And money... well, that's something you don't have."

One of the loan sharks smirked. "Boss, this guy's nephew has a smart mouth. Punched Jaehyun last night."

August D's gaze sharpened. "Oh?"

Jin's heart pounded. "He's just a kid. He didn't mean anything by it."

August D hummed. "Kids should learn respect." He glanced toward Jin's house. "Where is he? I'd like to meet him."

Jin stepped forward, blocking the path. "No."

August D's smile dangerously. "You're not in a position to say no to me, Seokjin."

Just then—

"Uncle?"

Jin's stomach dropped.

All heads turned toward the voice.

Jungkook stood frozen at the gate, his bag was over his shoulder, and his uniform looked a bit messy. He looked at Jin, then at the loan sharks, and then at August D. He seemed to know August D and looked scared but not let it saw in his face.

August D smiled slowly, like a hunter. "Oh, look who it is." He walked closer, "Jungkook, right? We were just talking about you."

Jin moved instantly, positioning himself between Jungkook and the mafia boss. "Leave him out of this." Jin said, his voice quiet but angry and a little shaky.

August D ignored him, his dark eyes locked onto Jungkook. "I hear you’ve got quite the temper. Punched one of my men last night?"

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t back down. "He had it coming."

A sharp inhale from Jin. "Jungkook—"

August D laughed "Bold. I like that." He tilted his head. "But boldness without power? That’s just stupidity."

One of the loan sharks Jungkook made tight fists, and his knuckles turned pale.

August D moved closer again. Jin quickly pushed Jungkook behind him. "Stop it," Jin’s voice trembled “You want your money? Fine. But I need more time.”

Time is up." He snapped his fingers, and his men immediately moved forward. "Since you can't pay with money, you'll pay with property. Sign over your house and land to me."

Jin's eyes widened in horror. "What? No! This is my family's home—"

August D’s smile vanished.

“What did you just say?” He whispered, before grabbing Jin’s collar in violent motion.

"I said NO!" Jin shouted, shoving him back.

Everything happened very quickly.

August D punched Jin in the face with a loud crack! Jin fell hard. Blood came from Jin's nose as he tried to get up, but one of the loan sharks kicked him down again.

"UNCLE!" Jungkook shouted and ran forward. But two men grabbed his arms and held him tight. He fought hard, his eyes wide with fear and anger. "LET HIM GO! STOP!"

August D fixed his suit and looked at Jungkook calmly,

"You're very angry, aren't you?" He wiped Jin's blood off his knuckles with a handkerchief. "Pity. If you had just stayed quiet, this could have been avoided."

Jungkook spit on the ground "Go to hell."

August D's smirk returned. "Oh, I like you."He nodded to his men. "Put him in the car."

"NO!" Jin said weakly, crawling forward even though he was hurt. "Jungkook—!"

One of the thugs kicked Jin in the ribs, making him collapse with a pained groan. Jungkook yelled and finally breaking free.He hit one man in the neck with his elbow and pushed the other man away. He ran toward August D, fist raised—

But before he could land a hit, two more men grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms.

August D chuckled, stepping closer. He gripped Jungkook's chin, forcing him to look up. "You've got guts, kid. But guts won't save you now."* His grip tightened. "You made a mistake crossing me. And now? You're going to pay for it."

With a quick nod, August D's men pulled Jungkook towards the black car. Jungkook fought hard – kicking, biting, and yelling – but there were too many men holding him.

"JUNGKOOK!" Jin sobbed, reaching out helplessly as they threw his nephew into the backseat.

August D adjusted his tie, then glanced down at Jin with a cold smile. "Don't worry, Seokjin-ssi. I'll take good care of him... as long as you cooperate."

The car doors closed loudly and the tires made a screeching sound before leaving.

And just like that—Jungkook was gone.

Jin lay broken on the ground, blood and tears mixing in the dirt. His He grabbed at the small stones and whispered, "...No... NO!"

But the only sound was the car driving away.

Chapter 4: Caged Sparrow

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Jungkook sat stiffly between two guards, his wrists sore from struggling. Looking through the dark windows, he saw the bright city lights of Seoul disappear into many trees. Each mile takes him further from home, from Jin.

He didn't know where they were going-or what August D wanted from him-but he knew one thing: this wasn't going to end easily.

After nearly an hour of driving, the car turned onto a private road and through a giant iron gate. And the car stopped before a mansion that looked more like a prison.

"Out." August D's voice was ice.

Jungkook didn't want to go and tried to stop by pushing his feet into the car floor. "I'm not going with you-"

August D grabbed his arm and yanked him out roughly, making it hurt. "You don't get a choice." For a moment, August D looked like he felt bad, but then that feeling disappeared.

Jungkook stumbled as they dragged him inside.The entrance hall had cold stone floors and gold decorations, but the air smelled like guns and fear.

"Let me GO!" Jungkook moved his body wildly and hit a guard hard in the side. He almost got away-

**SMACK.**

Hoseok slapped Jungkook hard across the face that ,for a moment, Jungkook couldn't see. He fell to the floor and tasted blood in his mouth.

"You made a mistake, brat," Hoseok hissed, grabbing his hair to force eye contact. "Raise a hand in front of the Boss again, and I'll break every finger."

August D stepped between them suddenly. "Enough, Hoseok."

Hoseok scoffed. "Hyung, he needs to learn-"

"I said ENOUGH." August D's voice cracked like a whip.

Hoseok hesitated, jaw clenching. "Fine."

He stepped back, and Jungkook slowly got to his feet, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He glared up through tear-blurred vision-only to freeze when he saw August D's expression. Not anger but Pity !.

August D turned away. "Namjoon."

A tall man appeared from around the corner, dressed in all black. His expression was cool and professional.

"Yes, Boss?"

"Take this boy to the new boy ward.Make sure he... settles in"

Namjoon gave a small nod. "Understood."

Namjoon nodded and easily pulled Jungkook up. As Jungkook was dragged down a dark hallway, he struggled.

"Where are you taking me?! Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Jungkook's shouts echoed down the hallway before fading away-"

Hoseok cracked his knuckles, glaring at the empty hallway. "That brat needs to learn his place."

August D didn't respond. He walked to the window, staring out at the evening sky.He looked at his reflection in the glass and saw a man fighting something he couldn't see.

"Yoongi hyung?" Hoseok frowned. "We are still hitting Seokjin's place tonight, right? The men are ready to set it on fire-"

"No."Yoongi's voice was quiet but final.

Hoseok's eyes widened. "...What?"

Yoongi turned slowly, his face unreadable. "We're not touching Seokjin's house."

"But-" Hoseok stepped forward, voice rising. "That was the whole plan! That property connects to the docks-we NEED it! And after what that kid just did-"

"I SAID NO." Yoongi's fist slammed onto a side table, making the vase fall on the ground. His chest heaved. "The deal's changed."

Hoseok looked at Yoongi like he was crazy. "Since when do you care about some nobody and his brat? "

Yoongi's face became tense. "It's not about caring. It's a plan." He fixed the ends of his suit sleeves regaining his composure "Seokjin is more helpful if he's alive. And the kid... we can use him to control Seokjin."

Hoseok scoffed. "Control him for what ? The guy's broke! "

Yoongi's eyes became serious. "Are you questioning my orders, Hoseok?"

Yoongi's threatening voice made Hoseok stand up straighter and look scared. "...No, Boss"

"Good." Yoongi straightened his tie. "Cancel the attack. And tell everyone-if anyone lays a finger on Seokjin, they answer me."

Hoseok started to say something, but one look at Yoongi's cold face made him stop. He nodded stiffly, turned around quickly, and left the room angrily.

Yoongi sighed deeply and ran a hand down his face, trying to calm the storm inside him. He stared out at the darkening sky. His whisper was barely audible:

"Jungkook..."

The name brought back a painful old memory.

***Flashback***

Yoongi walked back and forth outside the ICU,His usually neat hair was messy, and his hands were shaking.

The double doors pushed open and Namjoon stepped out.

"Boss," He said gently, "Have a seat. Ma'am will be alright."

Yoongi didn't sit. He shook his head."You don't know that. We don't know that. The doctors said-"

Suddenly, a cry cut Yoongi off. It was a baby's cry, soft and delicate.

Both men froze.

The door to the room opened slowly, carrying a tiny bundle wrapped in blue. "Sir?" She smiled warmly. "Would you like to meet your son?"

Yoongi held his breath as the nurse put the new baby in his arms. The baby was crying and had a red face, but it immediately became quiet and looked up at Yoongi with dark, doe curious eyes.

Then he stepped forward on shaky legs, heart pounding. Inside, Jieun his wife lay weak but smiling.

"Yoongi-yah," She whispered, her voice barely there.

Tears burned Yoongi's eyes as he carefully sat beside her, one arm still supporting the baby. He leaned down and pressed a trembling kiss to Jieun's forehead. "You did so well," He murmured against her skin, his voice breaking. "So, so well, my love."

Jieun lifted a weak hand to touch the baby's cheek. "He has your nose," she said softly.

Yoongi smiled."He's perfect." He said .

"His name's Jungkook."

"Jungkook it is." Yoongi smiled as his throat felt tight. His finger, rough from holding guns for many years, gently touched the baby's very soft cheek. "Hey... little sparrow." He whispered, his voice shaky.

Namjoon cleared his throat. "Boss, we have that meeting with-"

"Cancel it," Yoongi said, not looking up from the baby. "Everything. Cancel everything."

The baby Jungkook gripped Yoongi's pinky with surprising strength, as if saying Don't let go.

Jieun chuckled weakly, "Seems like he doesn't want to let go of his father."

Yoongi smiled as he gazed at the tiny fingers wrapped around his own. He pressed another kiss to Jieun's forehead. "I'll never let him go either," He whispered fiercely. "I promise."

And for a very short time, Yoongi Min-the tough mafia boss people feared as Agust D-was just a man holding his baby son. Making a silent promise he wouldn't remember breaking.

***End of the flashback***

Yoongi rubbed his face hard, feeling the pain of that old promise like a burn in his chest. He whispered sadly:"If... just if I could have saved you both... our Jungkook would be around the same age as this boy."

Yoongi's breath hitched as the memory went away. When he first heard Jungkook's name, it hit him hard, like being shot by a bullet to the chest.

*Jungkook.*

The same name he'd whispered to his newborn son years ago. The name he hadn't been brave enough to say out loud since the funeral.

At first, he told himself it was just a coincidence. But when he'd seen the boy properly-those doe eyes so much like Jieun's, that stubborn set to his jaw that mirrored Yoongi's own-something primal in his chest had clenched. A strong emotion gripped him.

"This is what our son would look like grown up." He whispered.

"Jieun..." He murmured to the night sky, "What cruel joke is this?"

He should've walked away. Should've let Hoseok burn Seokjin's house to the ground and been done with it.

But when Jungkook had looked at him with those familiar eyes-eyes that held the same wounded pride Yoongi saw in the mirror every morning-something shattered inside him.

A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts.

"Boss?" Namjoon's voice was uncharacteristically hesitant. "The boy... he won't stop asking for Jin. And..." A pause. "He keeps saying he'll kill you if you hurt his uncle."

Yoongi's lips twitched. He was fighting back until the very end, just like him.

"Leave him," Yoongi ordered, turning back to the window. "Let him scream himself hoarse. Maybe it'll teach him some respect."

Namjoon nodded and went from there.

________

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Jungkook banged on the door, shouting, "Open the fuck up! Let me out! I'm telling you, you put your hand on my uncle!"

The door suddenly swung open, revealing

*Agust D *

Chapter 5: No Going Back

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Yoongi walked closer, his cold eyes watching Jungkook’s angry face. The boy’s fire and need to protect Jin reminded him of himself when he was younger. It felt strangely familiar—and a little painful.

“You’ve got fire.” Yoongi murmurs, tilting his head. “But fire without control burns you first.”

Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists "Why?" He demanded, voice cracking. "What do you even want from me? Let me go !"

Yoongi’s jaw tightened. "After you come here, there’s no going back."

" You want money right !" Jungkook said frustrated. "Then we will pay you Samchon had told you that !"

Yoongi turned around with a smirked.

"Well, your precious Samchon didn’t tell you, did he?" His voice was smooth, almost amused. "I don’t want money. I need that area."

"What?"

Yoongi took another step, his smirk fading into something darker. "That little convenience store your uncle clings to? The house you live in? It sits on land my empire needs."His voice dropped, icy. "And I always get what I need."

Jungkook’s stomach twisted. "So this was never about debt."

"The debt was just the leash." Yoongi admitted, shrugging. "A way to pressure Srokjin into selling. But he’s stubborn." A pause. "Like you."

Jungkook lunged forward—only for Hoseok to yank him back by the collar. "You’re a monster!" He spat. "That’s our home!"

"And soon it’ll be rubble." Yoongi said simply. "Unless you convince Jin to sign it over."

"Never."ungkook’s voice shook with fury.

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temple. "Then you’ll watch him break and more than that, dead !!."

Jungkook’s chest heaved. “No—you’re not going to do that.

"Then make me a better offer,” Yoongi said smirking “If you’re so desperate to save him, then work for me”

Jungkook’s breath hitched. “What?”

"You hear me !"

"No," Jungkook hissed, shaking his head. "I won’t be part of your—"

Yoongi cut him off saying."Then let me make it simple."He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and held it up—a live feed of Jin, bruised and bloody, being held by two of Yoongi’s men in a dimly lit room.

Jungkook’s blood turned to ice.

"Say no again," Yoongi challenged, voice eerily calm. "And I press call."

Jungkook’s knees nearly buckled. His chest heaved, rage and terror warring inside him. "You… you bastard."

Yoongi tilted his head. "I’ve been called worse." He lowered the phone slightly. "So? Do we have a deal?"

The room was silent. Jungkook could hear his own heartbeat, deafening in his ears.

"I…" His voice cracked. "I’ll do it."

Yoongi’s smirk returned, slow and satisfied. "Smart boy." He nodded at Hoseok. "Release him."

The second Hoseok’s grip loosened, Jungkook stumbled forward, but Yoongi caught him by the shoulder, leaning in close. His breath was cold against Jungkook’s ear.

"But remember—cross me, and Jin’s body will be found in the Han River before sunrise."

" You are not going to do that!" Jungkook’s fists clenched again.

Yoongi’s lips curled into a sly smile. "I won’t... unless you choose to disobey me."

“I will not!" Jungkook said looking directly in Yoongi's eyes. But you leave my uncle alone. No debt. No threats. He keeps the house.”

Yoongi studied him, then nodded once. “Deal.” He gestured to Hoseok. “Get him cleaned up. He starts tonight.”

"Wait!" Jungkook jerked back from Hoseok’s grip, eyes burning. "I want to see my uncle first."

Yoongi paused, halfway to the door. He turned slowly, arching a brow. "And why would I allow that?"

"Because if I’m going to sell my soul to you,"Jungkook spat, "I need to know he’s alive." His voice wavered, just for a second. "Let me see him. Then I’ll do whatever you want."

Hoseok scoffed, but Yoongi held up a hand, silencing him. His dark eyes bore into Jungkook’s.

"Fine." He pulled out his phone again. "Bring him here." He ordered into the phone, A pause. "And make it quick."**

He snapped the phone shut, slipping it back into his pocket. "Happy?"

Jungkook swallowed hard,"I will be when I see him."

Yoongi smirked. "You don’t trust me."

"Should I ?" Jungkook shot back.

A low chuckle. "Smart kid."

The room fell into tense silence. Minutes felt like hours until—

**The door slammed open.**

Two of Yoongi’s men dragged Jin inside, his face bruised, lip split, but his eyes burned with defiance and half unconscious.

"Samchon!" Jungkook shouted. He tried to run forward, but Hoseok grabbed him, struggling to hold him back as Jungkook thrashed with wide, panicked eyes.

Jin's head lifted weakly at the sound, his swollen eyes struggling to focus. "J-Jungkook...?" His voice was raw, barely audible.

Yoongi watched as Jungkook struggled like a trapped animal, losing control. "Let him go," He said at last, waving his hand. Hoseok let go with an annoyed scoff.

Jungkook stumbled forward, crashing to his knees beside Jin. His hands hovered over his uncle's battered face, trembling too violently to touch. "Samchon," He whispered tear rolled down from his eyes.

Jin's trembling hands cupped Jungkook's face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears.

"Kook-ah..." His voice was hoarse but tender. "Are you alright, baby? Did they hurt you?"

Jungkook shook his head violently, fresh tears spilling. "No, no—I'm fine, it's you—"

Jin pulled him into a fierce hug, ignoring his own injuries as he cradled Jungkook's head against his shoulder. "Shh, it's okay. I'm okay." His fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, holding him like he was afraid he'd disappear. "We're getting out of here."

Yoongi cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the moment like ice. "That's enough."He motioned to his men. "Take Kim Seokjin home. No debt. No threats. The house is yours."

Jin stiffened, pulling back just enough to stare at Yoongi in disbelief. "I... can go?"

"Yes." Yoongi's expression was unreadable. "Consider it a gift."

Jin didn't wait for another word. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he forced himself to stand, gripping Jungkook's hand tightly. "Come on, Kookie. Let's go home."

But Jungkook didn't move.

"...Jungkook?"Jin tugged gently, confusion flickering across his bruised face.

Jungkook's fingers twitched in his grip—then slowly, deliberately, he pulled his hand away.

"I'm staying here, Samchon."

Silence.

Jin's breath hitched. "What? "

Jungkook kept his eyes on the floor, his voice barely above a whisper. "I made a deal."

"No." Jin's voice cracked. "No, whatever he told you—whatever he made you promise—"

"It's done." Jungkook finally looked up, his eyes glassy but resolved. "Go home. Please."

Jin staggered back as if struck. "You can't— Jungkook, look at me!" He grabbed his nephew's shoulders, shaking him." This isn't you! You don't belong in this world! "

Jungkook flinched but didn't relent. "I do now."

Yoongi watched, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Jin whirled on him, fury burning through the pain. "What did you do to him?!"

Yoongi shrugged. "He made a choice."

"LIAR!" Jin lunged—only for Hoseok to intercept him, shoving him back.

Jungkook stepped between them, his voice breaking."Uncle, stop ! Just—just go!"

Yoongi's cold voice sliced through the tension.

"Didn't you hear?" he said, tone sharp. "He told you to leave."

Jin glared at him, pure hatred burning in his swollen eyes. "I'm not leaving without my nephew!" he growled, his voice hoarse but strong.

He lunged forward, trying to grab Jungkook again—but Hoseok moved faster, seizing Jin’s arm and twisting it painfully behind his back.

"Ahh—!" Jin gasped, grimacing in pain.

"No! Don't—don't!" Jungkook cried out, panicking. He rushed forward, his hands outstretched helplessly. "Please—don't hurt him! He'll go! He'll go, I swear!"

Yoongi’s gaze flicked toward Hoseok, and after a tense pause, he gave a small nod.

Hoseok shoved Jin roughly away, releasing his twisted arm. Jin stumbled but caught himself, cradling his injured shoulder, his breathing ragged.

Jungkook immediately turned to him, tears streaming down his face. He grabbed Jin’s hands, clinging desperately.

"Samchon please." Jungkook sobbed, "Please... just go home. For me. Please..."

Jin shook his head wildly, anguish tearing across his battered face. "No... no, Kookie, I can’t leave you here!"

Before Jin could resist further, two of Yoongi’s men grabbed him firmly by the arms.

"Take him," Yoongi ordered coolly.

"Kookie!" Jin shouted, struggling against their grip. "Jungkook! Fight! Come with me! Please—!"

Jungkook pressed his trembling hands to his ears, shaking his head as more tears fell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly.

The men dragged Jin away, his desperate cries echoing through the room until the heavy door slammed shut behind him, leaving Jungkook standing alone—shattered.

Yoongi watched silently as the door slammed shut, Jin’s desperate cries fading into the distance.The room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by Jungkook’s broken sobs.

Yoongi didn’t like seeing Jungkook cry like that; something inside him hurt. He grabbed Jungkook’s arms and said softly, "That’s enough. Get up."

But Jungkook yanked his hands away violently, glaring up at him through tear-blurred eyes. "Fuck off!" He spat.

Before Yoongi could react, Hoseok stormed forward, furious.

He grabbed Jungkook’s chin in a bruising grip, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

"Boss doesn’t like to repeat himself, kid," Hoseok growled. "Do what he says."

Jungkook shoved him back with his all might.

"Shut up!" he shouted hoarsely.

Hoseok’s eyes darkened, and he raised a hand, "You—" Ready to strike—but Yoongi caught his wrist mid-air.

"Enough," Yoongi said, voice sharp with warning.

Hoseok hesitated, then dropped his hand, stepping back reluctantly.

Yoongi turned back to Jungkook, his cold mask slipping just enough to reveal something softer underneath.He crouched lower again, meeting Jungkook’s shattered gaze.

"You already agreed with me, little rabbit," Yoongi said, his voice almost a whisper. "And I keep my promises. I won’t hurt your uncle. I gave you my word." Yoongi’s tone dropped, darker."But if you fight me… if you disobey… I will make you obey."

Jungkook stared at him, chest heaving, the fire in his eyes battling with the despair.

Finally, his gaze dropped to the floor, shoulders slumping.

Slowly, stiffly, he got up.

Defeated.

Yoongi’s hand settled on his shoulder again, a firm but oddly gentle pressure.

"Good boy," Yoongi murmured, something dangerously close to fondness in his voice.

He straightened up, "Now," He said smoothly, "follow me."

Without waiting for a reply, Yoongi turned and walked toward the door.

And after a long, painful pause... Jungkook did.

Yoongi led him to a room that had everything — a bed, a bathroom, and all the essentials. It was nice and clean.

"This is your room," he said coolly. "Bathroom’s through there. Fresh clothes are on the table. Go clean yourself up. Rest."

Jungkook stood frozen in the middle of the room, hands clenched at his sides.

" And don’t you dare try to run away. I’ll tell you what you need to do tomorrow." Yoongi said before leaving the room before closing the room.

"And don’t you dare try to run away. I’ll tell you what you need to do tomorrow," Yoongi said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

After leaving Jungkook’s room, Yoongi went to his own, completing his usual night routine. Just before going to bed, a thought crossed his mind

Is Jungkook alright?

Yoongi sighed heavily,"Tch. Why do I even care?" He muttered to himself.

Still, the unease wouldn’t leave.

Almost against his will, Yoongi rose and walked over to the room and quietly opened the door, but his heart sank.

The room was empty.

Jungkook was gone.

Chapter 6: Bruise

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Jungkook was gone.

For a moment, Yoongi just stood there, shocked. The realization hit him hard, his chest tightening with a mix of anger and something that felt like worry.

He hurrily checked every corner of Jungkook's room, his breath ragged with growing concern.

He pulled out his phone, about to call someone for help when he stepped out of his room—and there, just outside, was Jungkook, wandering aimlessly through the garden.

Then suddenly Jungkook turned around and his gaze locked onto Yoongi’s.

"Going somewhere?" Yoongi asked dangerously crossing his arms.

Jungkook swallowed hard but didn’t back down. "I—"

Yoongi took a slow step forward. "You what? Thought you could run?" Another step. "Thought I wouldn’t find you? "

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t flee.

Yoongi stopped just inches away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You made a deal, Jungkook. And I don’t take kindly to broken promises.",

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell rapidly, but he held his ground. "I wasn’t running."

Yoongi arched a brow. "Then what were you doing? "

"I...uhmm..." Jungkook stammered, avoiding Yoongi's gaze. .

Yoongi's patience snapped. He grabbed Jungkook's wrist, his as he yanked him forward. "Inside. Now."

"Hey—!"Jungkook stumbled, trying to wrench his arm free. "Leave me alone!" He twisted violently, but Yoongi's hold was unrelenting. "Let go! You're hurting me—!"

Yoongi barely registered the words until—

A sharp gasp escaped Jungkook's lips as his skin flushed red under Yoongi's fingers.

Something twisted in Yoongi's chest.

He released Jungkook instantly, as if burned.

Jungkook cradled his wrist to his chest, his fingers trembling where Yoongi had gripped him too hard. The skin was already blooming an angry shade of red.

Silence.

Yoongi stared at the marks on Jungkook's wrist—his marks—and for the first time in years, guilt slithered through him like poison.

Why ?

He had hurt countless people without a second thought. He had broken bones, spilled blood, and never once hesitated.

So why did this—this small, accidental pain—make his stomach churn?

Jungkook sniffled quietly, rubbing at his wrist looking down.

Yoongi exhaled sharply . Without thinking, he reached out again—but this time, his touch was feather-light.

Jungkook flinched.

Yoongi froze. Then, slowly, he pulled his hand back.

"...Go to your room," He muttered, his voice rough. "And stay there."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, and Yoongi locked the door behind him before heading to his own room.

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On the other hand, Jimin, Taehyung, and their parents stood outside Jin’s house, looking worried.

"I don’t like this… Why would they just take Jungkook and then SeokJin samchon like that? Should we call the police?" Taehyung asked nervously.

Jimin’s mother bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the darkened street. "We should, but…"She hesitated. "You heard what those men said. They’re powerful. If we involve the police, it might make things worse."

Taehyung’s mother wrapped an arm around her son’s shoulders, her voice trembling. "Then what do we do? We can’t just—"

**Tires screeched.**

A black car sped down the street, its headlights slicing through the dark. Before anyone could move, it stopped suddenly in front of Jin’s house.

The back door flew open, and Jin’s limp body was tossed onto the pavement and went from there.

"SAMCHON " Jimin and Taehyung rushed forward, with their parents following close behind.

Jin lay motionless on the ground, his body crumpled in a heap, bruised and battered from the merciless beating he’d endured. His clothes were torn, stained with blood, and the deep cuts and marks on his face and arms told a painful story of the violence he had suffered.

They all rush to him and kneel down before him.

" SeokJin -ah" Jimin's father reached out to touch Jin's face. " Jin please… You need to wake up!"

"samchon" Taehyung said his voice cracking with desperation as he gently shook Jin’s shoulder. "Samchon, wake up! Please!"

But Jin didn’t respond.

"We need to get him to the hospital."Taehyung's father quickly stepped."Come on, we need to move fast,"

Jimin's father nodded, and then he and Taehyung's father carefully picked up Jin together. They slowly carried him to the back of Jimin’s father’s car.

Taehyung and Jimin climbed into the Taehyung hands trembling slightly as he gripped Jin's hand. "Please…please wake up,"

Jimin's father shut the car door and quickly started the engine, while Taehyung's father settled into the passenger seat. The car drove quickly to the hospital.

Rushing to the hospital, the world outside became a blur. Time felt slow, and fear filled the car. They could only hope they arrived in time.

______

Yoongi woke up the next morning and, after completing his morning routine, went to have breakfast, where Hoseok was already waiting.

“Morning,” Hoseok greeted without looking up. “You’re up earlier than usual.”

Yoongi just grunted and sat down. Right away a servent brought him a plate of breakfast. He started eating quietly. After a few minutes, Namjoon came in holding a pile of papers.Yoongi looked them over, nodded, and then asked Namjoon to give Jungkook some food.

“Take food to Jungkook’s room. Tell him to get cleaned up and ready before I come to see him.”

Namjoon blinked, exchanging a quick glance with Hoseok, who had finally looked up from his tablet.

“Hyung ! You’re… letting him out?” Hoseok asked carefully.

Yoongi’s gaze darkened. “Did I say that?”

Hoseok immediately shut his mouth.

Namjoon cleared his throat. “Understood. I’ll make sure he’s prepared.”

Yoongi returned to his meal, his expression unreadable.

Hoseok hesitated before speaking again. “You’re not… softening on him, are you?”

Yoongi’s chopsticks stilled. He set them down slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “Hoseok.”

Hoseok stiffened.

“Do I look like the kind of man who softens ?”

The air in the room turned icy. Hoseok swallowed hard. “No, boss.”

Yoongi picked up his chopsticks again, his tone final. “Good. Then don’t ask stupid questions.”

Hoseok nodded quickly, returning to his food.

But as Yoongi ate, his mind wandered back to the boy locked in the room —the one who had his son’s name.

And for the first time in years, Yoongi wasn’t sure what he was going to do next.

After finishing his breakfast, Yoongi made his way to Jungkook’s room,

He tried to unlock the door, but it wouldn't open. He knocked, and Jungkook opened the door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare.

"Why aren’t you dressed? Didn’t Namjoon tell you to get ready ?" Yoongi asked crossing his arms.

Jungkook blinked, confused. "Namjoon? Oh, that cool tall guy? Well, I don’t have any clothes to get dressed. You brought me here like this, remember?'"

Yoongi rubbed his temple, exhaling sharply. "Fine. Come with me."

He reached out to grab Jungkook’s wrist but stopped mid-motion when Jungkook immediately pressed his hands against his own chest, his eyes looked down at the light red marks that were still there from the night before.

Yoongi sighed, his fingers twitched before he dropped his hand.

"Alright," He muttered, "Just come with me."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes."Where?"

"Follow me." Yoongi turned on his heel.

"I’m not going anywhere with you." Jungkook shot back.

Yoongi paused. Slowly, he turned back, his expression darkening. "I can *make* you."

Jungkook crossed his arms and raised his chin, looking like he wouldn't back down."Try it."

A beat of silence. Then—

Yoongi moved faster than Jungkook expected. His hand grabbed Jungkook's wet hair roughly and held on tight..

"Ow—! Hey!" Jungkook yelped, stumbling forward as Yoongi dragged him by the hair. "Let go! No, no—fine! I’m coming, I’m coming! "

"Next time," Yoongi hissed,"Just obey the first time."

With that, he finally let go.

Jungkook frowned and rubbed his head where Yoongi had pulled. 'You’re such a psycho,' He mumbled.

Yoongi heard it. His lips twitched—not quite a smirk, not quite irritation. "Walk."

Jungkook huffed but walked after him, staying a little behind Yoongi as he led the way down the hall.

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They finally stopped at a big, fancy door and Yoongi opened the door to his dim bedroom.

Jungkook carefully looked around the room. "What are we doing here?" He asked.

Yoongi didn’t answer. Instead, he walked over to a massive wooden wardrobe and pulled it open, rifling through the neatly arranged clothes. After a moment, he grabbed a few pieces—a black hoodie, a white t-shirt, and a pair of dark jeans—before tossing them at Jungkook.

"Wear these," He ordered.

Jungkook barely caught the clothes before they hit his face. He stared at them, then back at Yoongi, "Your clothes? They’re gonna be huge on me."

Yoongi’s jaw tightened. "They’ll fit well enough. Now hurry up."

Jungkook scowled but didn’t argue further. He clutched the clothes to his chest, shifting uncomfortably. "Uh… turn around?"

Yoongi arched a brow. "What?"

"I’m not changing in front of you," Jungkook snapped.

Yoongi looked at him for a while then sighed and turned away.
"Two minutes."

Jungkook quickly shed the towel and pulled on the clothes.

"Done," He muttered.

Yoongi turned around and said. "Good. Now come with me."

Jungkook crossed his arms. "Where?"

"Does it matter? You don’t have a choice. So just follow me !"

Chapter 7: Unspoken Bruises

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Jungkook was gone.

For a moment, Yoongi just stood there, shocked. The realization hit him hard, his chest tightening with a mix of anger and something that felt like worry.

He hurrily checked every corner of Jungkook's room, his breath ragged with growing concern.

He pulled out his phone, about to call someone for help when he stepped out of his room—and there, just outside, was Jungkook, wandering aimlessly through the garden.

Then suddenly Jungkook turned around and his gaze locked onto Yoongi’s.

"Going somewhere?" Yoongi asked dangerously crossing his arms.

Jungkook flinched and swallowed hard but didn’t back down. "I—"

Yoongi took a slow step forward. "You what? Thought you could run?" Another step. "Thought I wouldn’t find you? "

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t flee.

Yoongi stopped just inches away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You made a deal, Jungkook. And I don’t take kindly to broken promises.",

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell rapidly, but he held his ground. "I wasn’t running."

Yoongi arched a brow. "Then what were you doing? "

"I...uhmm..." Jungkook stammered, avoiding Yoongi's gaze. .

Yoongi's patience snapped. He grabbed Jungkook's wrist, his as he yanked him forward. "Inside. Now."

"Hey—!"Jungkook stumbled, trying to wrench his arm free. "Leave me alone!" He twisted violently, but Yoongi's hold was unrelenting. "Let go! You're hurting me—!"

Yoongi barely registered the words until—

A sharp gasp escaped Jungkook's lips as his skin flushed red under Yoongi's fingers.

Something twisted in Yoongi's chest.

He released Jungkook instantly, as if burned.

Jungkook cradled his wrist to his chest, his fingers trembling where Yoongi had gripped him too hard. The skin was already blooming an angry shade of red.

Yoongi stared at the marks on Jungkook's wrist—his marks—and for the first time in years, guilt slithered through him like poison.

Why ?

He had hurt countless people without a second thought. He had broken bones, spilled blood, and never once hesitated.

So why did this—this small, accidental pain—make his stomach churn?

Jungkook sniffled quietly, rubbing at his wrist looking down.

Yoongi exhaled sharply . Without thinking, he reached out again—but this time, his touch was feather-light.

Jungkook flinched.

Yoongi froze. Then, slowly, he pulled his hand back.

"...Go to your room," He muttered, his voice rough. "And stay there."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, and Yoongi locked the door behind him before heading to his own room.

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On the other hand, Jimin, Taehyung, and their parents stood outside Jin’s house, looking worried.

"I don’t like this… Why would they just take Jungkook and then SeokJin samchon like that? Should we call the police?" Taehyung asked nervously.

Taehyung’s mother wrapped an arm around her son’s shoulders, her voice trembling. "Then what do we do? We can’t just—"

**Tires screeched.**

A black car sped down the street, its headlights slicing through the dark. Before anyone could move, it stopped suddenly in front of Jin’s house.

The back door flew open, and Jin’s limp body was tossed onto the pavement and went from there.

"SAMCHON " Jimin and Taehyung rushed forward, with their parents following close behind.

They all rush to him and kneel down before him.

" SeokJin -ah" Jimin's father reached out to touch Jin's face. " Jin please… You need to wake up!"

"Samchon" Taehyung said his voice cracking with desperation as he gently shook Jin’s shoulder. "Samchon, wake up! Please!"