"JIMIN!"

The scream tore through the quietness like a blade against the glass.

Jimin's head snapped toward the room, his heart slamming against his ribs. The heavy curtains concealed the source, but the sheer panic in the voice sent ice racing down his spine.

Beside him, Taehyung stilled, his sharp gaze locking onto Jimin's with mirrored confusion. But there was no time to hesitate.

The voice called again, raw and desperate.

"JIMIN!"

Then once more—

"JIMIN!"

Their feet moved before their minds could catch up, rushing into the room with urgency searing through their veins. Jimin burst into the room first, his breath hitching as his gaze landed on the trembling figure before him.

"Jungkook?" he breathed, his voice laced with uncertainty.

The moment their eyes met, Jungkook lurched forward, stumbling like a man pulled from the wreckage of a nightmare. His hands shot out, grasping Jimin's wrist in a vice-like grip before yanking him forward into his arms.

Jimin barely had time to react before Jungkook crushed him against his chest, his embrace suffocating, frantic—almost desperate. He froze, his body tensing in shock. He had seen Jungkook worried before. He had seen him possessive, protective—always. But this?

This was different. This was hysteria.

"J-Jimin..." Jungkook's voice cracked against his ear, his breath hot and erratic. He pulled back just enough to cup the former's face, scanning his features with wild, searching eyes. His thumbs trembled as they traced along his jaw, down his arms, pressing against his torso as if trying to piece together a puzzle—as if confirming he was real.

"You're not hurt, right?" His voice was urgent, almost pleading.

"Jungkook, what—"

"You're okay, aren't you?" His fingers ghosted over Jimin's skin, his touch both feverish and fearful, like he was holding onto something too precious, too fragile—like he was afraid.

"Jungkook—stop."

His hands shot up, firm yet gentle, as he grasped Jungkook's wrists, halting his frantic movements. Their eyes met, one gaze swimming with concern, the other drowning in something unspoken—something haunted.

"Look at me" The former whispered, his voice steady despite the chaos crackling in the air between them. He softened his grip, his fingers sliding up to cup Jungkook's face. "I'm fine. I'm right here. Nothing happened to me."

The latter's breath stuttered, his hold on Jimin tightening for just a second longer before his shoulders slumped, exhaustion and relief warring within his tense frame.

Jimin peered deeper into his eyes, searching.

"What happened to you?"

"Yes, brother dear, tell him..." Her voice cut through the air like a blade, slow and taunting, dripping with amusement. She let the words settle, knowing full well the weight they carried. The way Jungkook tensed, the way Jimin's face twisted in confusion—it was almost too delicious to watch.

And why was she doing this? The thought was unanswered in her head!

Jungkook felt his stomach churn. His entire body went rigid as though she had just wrapped a leash around his throat, yanking him into submission with just her voice.

"And don't worry" she continued, "I didn't... touch him... yet."

Jungkook's heart slammed against his ribs. Jimin's brows furrowed at her words, his gaze bouncing between the two of them, searching for something that made sense.

"Brother?" The single word left his lips like a whisper, barely there, but it might as well have been a gunshot. Jungkook flinched. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, but no words came.

And she noticed. Of course, she did. Her smirk widened, her eyes glinting with something dark.

"That hesitation, Jungkook?" she mocked, tilting her head. "That pathetic little gulp? You think that's enough to hide the truth? Because I can see it—he can see it. You're just too much of a coward to say it."

Jimin's jaw clenched. The uneasy feeling that had been creeping up his spine was now drowning him.

"Someone start explaining—now." His voice came out sharper than he intended, but he didn't care. His patience was thinning by the second. Taehyung didn't even register, he had been frozen all along. How many more pandora boxes were left to open now?

Jungkook clenched his fists, his entire body coiled like a wire pulled too tight. "It's not what you think" he muttered, barely above a whisper.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please," Venom drawled. "You still think you can worm your way out of this?" She stepped forward, and the limp in her walk spoke of the injuries. "Tell him, Jungkook. Tell your precious Jimin exactly who I am to you."

The blonde head peered at Jungkook, now filled with something between confusion and dread.

"Kook... What the hell is she talking about?"

The former's fingers twitched at his sides, his shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths. Venom sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if she was actually disappointed.

"Tch. Fine" she murmured, stepping even closer. She now stood right before Jimin, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her presence, close enough that the weight of her next words would suffocate him. Leaning in just slightly, she whispered against his ear—slow, deliberate, savoring every second.

"Jungkook, your sweet little lover, is my brother."

The words didn't just hit Jimin—they slammed into him like a wrecking ball, shattering everything in their path. He pulled back sharply, eyes wide with disbelief as he turned to the former, staring at him like he was a stranger.

"No." His voice wavered, breathless. "That's... that's not possible. Jungkook isn't a part of that filth"

Jungkook's lips parted, but nothing came out. His mind was screaming, his heart was begging for this to be a nightmare he could wake up from.

"Oh, but it is" she purred. "And the best part?" She took another step back, stretching her arms as if this was all just another mundane conversation. "He's known all along."

Jimin staggered back like he had just been stabbed. His hands trembled at his sides. His breathing came in sharp, uneven bursts.

"No. No, you're lying—"

"Am I?" Venom cut in smoothly, arching a brow. "Then why isn't he denying it?"

Jimin's heart slammed against his ribs as his gaze snapped back to Jungkook, who stood there frozen, eyes downcast, lips slightly parted but still saying nothing.

And in that silence, Jimin got his answer.

He stumbled back another step, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You knew?" The question came out barely above a whisper, but the weight of it crushed the air between them.

The former finally looked up, eyes pleading, desperate.

"Jimin, I—"

"Don't." His voice was firm, his hands clenching into fists as his breathing grew erratic. "Don't you dare try to lie... more than you already have" His voice cracked, raw with something Jungkook couldn't bear to hear—betrayal. His breath hitched. His heart pounded against his ribs, each beat more painful than the last.

"Jimin, please—let's talk." His voice wavered, thick with desperation.

The blonde head's fingers curled into trembling fists at his sides. He felt cold. Numb. As if the very ground beneath him had been ripped away, leaving him suspended in a void of disbelief.

"Is she lying?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of it crashed over Jungkook like a tidal wave.

"Jimin—"

"Is. She?"

The silence stretched for a moment too long. Then— "Yes! Fucking yes, she's my sister!" His voice cracked, the frustration laced in his tone spilling out before he could rein it in. But the second those words left his lips, he saw it—

The way the blonde head flinched. A tiny, almost imperceptible reaction. But to Jungkook, it felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

Jimin's expression twisted as realization dawned on him, horror settling deep in his bones.

If she's his sister... then that means— If Ji Ahn is truly Venom... Then Jungkook—

Jimin's stomach churned violently. His thoughts were spiraling. If Venom is a killer... then—

"You..." Jimin's voice barely made it past his lips, his wide eyes locking onto Jungkook.

Does he do bad things too?

Does he kill?

Does he kill people too?

Jungkook saw the exact moment Jimin connected the dots, the exact second fear flickered in his boyfriend's gaze. And it shattered him.

He slowly, hesitantly, pulled his hand away from Jungkook's grasp, his fingers slipping from his hold like sand through his fingers.

The former's chest tightened, panic setting in like wildfire.

"Jimin, no—" he reached out, desperate, but the other took a step back. "Jimin, please, I can explain—just let me—"

"Jungkook." The sound of his name—spoken so softly, yet carrying so much weight—made him freeze.

His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held nothing but uncertainty. And pain.

"Leave." The single word struck Jungkook harder than a bullet. His entire world stopped. He blinked. Once. Twice.

"W-what?"

The blonde head clenched his jaw, his throat working as he struggled to stay composed. "Just... leave."

Jungkook felt like he couldn't breathe. "Jimin, please, don't do this—"

"I said leave, Jungkook!" The sudden rise in his voice made Jungkook flinch, a painful déjà vu of how he had reacted to his confession moments ago.

Jimin's chest heaved, his hands shaking at his sides. He looked torn—between the boy he loved and the truth he could no longer ignore. He took a shaky step back, his vision blurring.

"Jimin..."

But Jimin didn't move. Didn't reach out. Didn't say anything. And that silence was the loudest heartbreak Jungkook had ever heard.

Jungkook gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The ride to the Devil's Eye was silent—suffocatingly so. He kept glancing at her, whose expression was unreadable, her hazel eyes dark and unfathomable. He knew that look. It meant trouble.

He walked through the doors splitting open for them and helped her inside, her weight draped over his back. He barely had time to process what had happened tonight—what had been revealed—before his entire world was about to shift again.

The moment they stepped into the grand hallway, Venom suddenly spoke, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.

"Take Agent Jeon down."

Jungkook froze.

The guards stationed along the walls snapped their heads toward her, their eyes flickering with confusion. They exchanged uncertain glances, waiting for a follow-up.

Jungkook turned to face her, brows furrowed, disbelief tightening his chest.

"What...?"

Her expression was blank, but her eyes—those damn hazel eyes—were empty, void of warmth, void of the sister he knew.

"Take him down to my playhouse."

Jungkook's breath hitched. His stomach churned violently. Her playhouse. A twisted name for something no sane person would ever want to see from the inside. He saw it then. The way her irises darkened, how a chilling emptiness bled into her gaze.

For the first time in his life, Jungkook felt something he never thought he would toward Venom.

Fear.

"Venom..." He took a step forward, hands slightly raised. "What the hell are you doing—"

A sharp, searing pain exploded at the side of his head before he could finish.

The world tilted violently. A sickening thud echoed in his ears.

Darkness clawed at the edges of his vision as he collapsed onto the cold marble floor, the faint sounds of boots nearing him before everything was swallowed into nothingness.

And the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was her standing above him, watching—unblinking, unfeeling—as he faded into the abyss.

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