Chapter 18: A Dangerous Move

Taehyung sat in his grand office, fingers interlocked as he stared at the large cityscape beyond the glass window. His mind was racing, replaying the conversation he had secretly overheard between Jungkook and Jimin. The revelation of the trueblood alpha, the looming danger, and Jungkook's unwavering devotion to him—it was all crucial information.

But what intrigued him the most was Jimin himself.

Unlike Yoongi and Jungkook, who were forces to be reckoned with, Jimin was different. He was softer, more delicate, and most importantly, a weak point. A weakness he could use.

A slow smirk curled on Taehyung's lips. If Jungkook and Yoongi were keeping secrets, then he would force them to reveal everything. And Jimin was going to help him do that—whether he wanted to or not.

The Kidnapping

It was almost noon when Yoongi left his apartment for work, leaving Jimin behind with a promise to return in the evening. The omega had insisted he would be fine, claiming he needed rest after traveling so far the night before.

He shouldn't have been so trusting.

The moment Yoongi's car disappeared down the road, Taehyung's men moved in.

A knock echoed through the quiet apartment. Jimin, feeling slightly cautious, approached the door and peeked through the peephole. Seeing nothing suspicious, he hesitantly unlocked it.

That was his first mistake.

The moment the door opened, a hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his startled gasp. Before he could struggle, two more men stepped in, swiftly restraining him. Jimin's eyes widened in terror as he thrashed against them, but it was no use.

A sharp prick on his neck. A sedative.

His vision blurred, his body weakening, and the last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was the dark, looming figure of Taehyung standing at the doorway, watching with an unreadable expression.

A Prisoner of Kim Taehyung

When Jimin finally woke up, his body felt heavy. His head throbbed as he tried to move, but his wrists were bound behind him. Panic surged through him as he looked around.

He was in an unfamiliar room, dimly lit, the scent of leather and expensive cologne filling the air. He tried to shift, but the restraints kept him in place.

Then, he saw him.

Taehyung.

Sitting across from him in an armchair, legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine as if this were nothing more than a casual meeting. His gaze was cold, calculating, as he finally met Jimin's fearful eyes.

"Good, you're awake," Taehyung murmured, swirling the liquid in his glass lazily. "That makes things easier."

Jimin swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "W-why am I here? What do you want?"

Taehyung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Answers. And you, little omega, are going to give them to me."

Jimin's blood ran cold. He knew this wasn't just about him.

This was about Jungkook.

Jimin clenched his jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Taehyung chuckled, but there was no amusement in it. "Loyal, are we? How admirable. But I have ways of making you talk."

Jimin's pulse quickened, but he refused to break. He wouldn't betray Jungkook. No matter what Taehyung did, he would never reveal the truth.

Taehyung exhaled, standing up and walking toward Jimin. He crouched in front of him, gripping his chin firmly, forcing him to look into his dark, piercing eyes.

"We'll see how long that stubbornness lasts, little omega," he whispered, his voice laced with quiet menace.

Jimin's heart pounded, but he held his ground.

He wouldn't say a word.