Yoongi

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

A cold wind blew dust through the empty workshops of the abandoned factory. Min Yoongi knew it was a trap. But when Jeon Jungkook, his sworn enemy, sent the coordinates, he had no choice. Jimin had been missing for three days.

Heavy boots thudded dully on rusty metal. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and reality hit me hard.

Jimin sat on a rickety chair in the center of the workshop. His head was bowed, his white shirt a dirty mess of dust and stains. His hands were tied behind his back with rough rope. He didn't move.

"Well?" Jungkook's quiet, almost gentle voice broke the silence. He stood in the shadows, rolling a lighter between his fingers.

Yoongi didn't answer. Everything inside him collapsed. He saw Jimin's split lips, the bruises under his closed eyes, his wrist twisted unnaturally. His Jimin. His weakest spot, the one he carefully hid.

"Just try to get closer," Guk continued lazily, taking a step forward. "He's still breathing."

Yoongi clenched his jaw. The fists in his coat pockets trembled. With one hand he wanted to reach for his weapon, with the other he wanted to throw off this fucking mask of calm and tear the enemy apart with his bare hands. But his gaze fell on Jimin again. Too still. Too pale.

"You made a mistake," Yoongi said through clenched teeth, taking a step toward the captive. "A big mistake."