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"He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves-one for his enemy, and one for himself."

A/n's POV

The grand mansion was alive with chaos. Maids hurried across the polished floors, their steps quick and precise as they cleaned, arranged, and prepared for something-or rather, someone-of great importance. The air buzzed with urgency, yet amidst the commotion, a distinct sound echoed through the vast hall.

Click. Click. Click.

A pair of sleek black high heels commanded the attention of all as they descended the grand hall, each step exuding dominance and elegance. The woman who wore them stood tall, draped in an aura of power, her beauty undeniable and her confidence unwavering.

The moment she reached the top of the stairs, her sharp gaze swept across the flurry of activity below. At once, the maids stilled, their chatter silenced, and they bowed respectfully in unison. With a simple nod, she acknowledged them before her lips parted.

"Mrs. Park?" Her voice, smooth yet authoritative, called out.

An elderly woman in her sixties emerged from the crowd, bowing deeply before answering. "Yes, Miss Kim?"

"Is everything ready?" The question, though polite, carried a strict undertone that left no room for error.

"Yes, Miss jennie. We are almost finished," the head maid replied promptly.

Jennie's sharp eyes narrowed slightly. "And the menu?"

"As per your instructions, Miss Jennie, everything has been prepared," Mrs. Park assured her.

Jennie nodded in approval, a small smile of satisfaction gracing her lips. Just as she was about to speak again, a familiar voice rang from behind.

"What's all the fuss about?"

Jennie turned, her expression softening into a genuine smile as she saw Jisoo elegantly adjusting the bracelet on her wrist, dressed in a formal yet effortless manner.

"Just making sure everything is perfect, unnie," Jennie replied excitedly. "Taehyung is coming back today!"

Jisoo merely nodded, though there was a knowing glint in her eyes. She had long been aware of Jennie's feelings for Taehyung-the quiet admiration, the lingering hope. Yet, she said nothing, choosing instead to gently caress Jennie's cheek before descending the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Jennie asked, trailing after her.

"Work," Jisoo replied simply.

"But Taehyung will be here soon!" Jennie insisted, as if that fact should change everything.

Jisoo stopped at the last step, turning slightly to face her younger friend. "I know. But it's nothing special."

Jennie frowned. "Unnie, he's coming back after so long! Even I just returned after 6 months. I want to surprise him!"

Jisoo sighed at her enthusiasm. "Jennie, you know how he is. He'll come, and then he'll return to his mafia work as usual."

"But-"

Just as Jennie was about to argue, the grand front doors of the mansion swung open with force.

A heavy silence fell over the hall as all eyes turned toward the entrance. Jennie's bright smile faltered, her heart dropping slightly when she saw Namjoon striding in.

But he wasn't alone.

In his arms, cradled protectively against his chest, was a small girl, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck as she slept soundly. The sight was unusual, almost out of place amidst the grandeur of the mansion. Without sparing a glance at anyone, Namjoon moved past them, his steps determined, accompanied by guards, doctors, and nurses who quickly followed him upstairs.

Whispers broke out among the maids. Confusion spread like wildfire. Jennie and Jisoo exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity growing.

Jisoo moved forward, intent on calling after Namjoon for an explanation-

But a thunderous growl stopped her in her tracks.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. A suffocating tension gripped the air.

They turned toward the source of the sound.

And their breath caught in their throats.

At the entrance, bathed in the dim evening light, stood him.

Kim Taehyung.

But it wasn't his presence that sent shivers down their spines. It was the sight before them.

His face was twisted with fury, his sharp jaw clenched, and his usually controlled demeanor was shattered beyond repair. His hand was wrapped tightly around a woman's wrist, dragging her forward with no regard for her struggles.

A woman they hadn't seen in years.

A woman whose mere presence shook the very foundation of their world.

Jisoo's eyes widened in disbelief.

Jennie went deathly still, color draining from her face.

"Y-Y/N?" Jisoo whispered, barely audible.

Jisoo's body stiffened, her breath caught in her throat as her mind struggled to comprehend the sight before her. Her hands trembled at her sides, eyes wide with disbelief.

Jennie took a shaky step forward, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. "No..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

It had been years. Years of silence. Years of unanswered questions. Y/N was gone-disappeared without a trace. And now, she was here, being pulled through the halls of the mansion like a prisoner.

Taehyung's grip on Y/N's wrist was brutal, his knuckles white from the force of it. His face was carved with raw fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like he was holding back the urge to destroy everything in his path.

Y/N wasn't silent either. She fought, struggling against him, her wrists twisting as she tried to break free. "Taehyung, STOP !" she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

Jisoo flinched at the anger in Y/N's tone-at the sheer hatred in her eyes.

Jennie swallowed hard, her nails digging into her palms. Where did he find her? How long had he known? If he had found her, why wasn't there relief in his eyes? Why was he dragging her like an enemy instead of... instead of-

"Taehyung-" Jennie finally managed to speak, but Taehyung's fiery glare snapped toward her, silencing her instantly.

His expression held a single warning: Do not interfere.

Jennie felt a chill crawl down her spine.

Jisoo exhaled sharply, gripping Jennie's arm.

No, this wasn't a long-awaited return. This was just a beginning.
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Taehyung's fury was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He dragged Y/N through the grand staircase, her struggles useless against his iron grip. The maids and guards stood frozen, terrified to intervene. The only sound was the sharp clicking of Y/N's heels against the marble floor as she fought against his hold.

"Taehyung, damn it! Let go of me!" she hissed, trying to dig her nails into his wrist, but he didn't budge.

With one final step, he reached the bedroom. Their bedroom.

With a forceful shove, he pushed her inside.

Y/N stumbled, barely catching herself before she crashed onto the floor. But before she could regain her footing, the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room like a final verdict.

She turned, fire blazing in her eyes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped, voice sharp as a blade.

Taehyung stood tall, the dim golden lights casting dark shadows across his chiseled face. His suit was slightly disheveled, his breathing ragged, and his eyes-God, his eyes.

They were burning.

"How dare you hid her from me," he stated, his voice eerily calm.

Y/N's jaw clenched, her chest rising and falling with anger. "You don't deserve to know her."

Taehyung took slow, calculated steps toward her. "She is my daughter."

Y/N let out a bitter laugh, her hands clenching into fists. "And what? You think that title means anything? You think you can just show up after all these years and claim her?"

"I would have been there," he growled. "If you hadn't run like a coward after shooting me."

Y/N's nostrils flared. "A coward? I ran because I had to. Because I had no other choice!"

Taehyung's eyes darkened. "And whose fault is that?"

Y/N's hands trembled as she took a step closer, her voice filled with venom.

"Yours."

Silence.

A dangerous, suffocating silence.

Taehyung's entire body went rigid, a dark storm brewing behind his cold eyes, but his face remained a mask of indifference.

"You," Y/N spat, her voice trembling with years of pent-up rage and grief. "You are the reason I lost everything. You killed my parents. You destroyed my life. You used me-used my body."

Taehyung's fists clenched, the tendons in his neck tightening, but still, he held himself back, his expression impassive.

"And Sen!" Y/N's bitter smile twisted her features, eyes flashing with a fury that bordered on madness. "She was just your mistake," she sneered, her words slicing through the air. "A mistake you left in me after you satisfied your disgusting lust."

His jaw ticked, the muscles flexing beneath his taut skin, but he kept his gaze fixed on her, refusing to let her words penetrate the icy barrier around his heart.

"And now," she continued, her voice steady but laced with venom, "you think you have the right to be in her life? A monster like you?" A hollow, empty laugh escaped her lips. "You are not capable of being her father. She's better off never knowing you exist."

That was the breaking point.

Taehyung's control finally snapped.

With a sharp inhale, his fingers curled into a fists at his sides. His usually composed demeanor cracked as rage flickered in his dark eyes.

In a flash , he closed the distance between them, gripping Y/N's jaw harshly, forcing her to look at him.

"You think you can decide that ?" His voice was low , dangerous, barely a whisper - yet it held more weight than a scream. His grip tightened just enough to make her flinch, but she refused to back down, her glared unwavering.

"I don't think, Taehyung. I know." Her voice dripped with venom. " You don't deserve her. You don't deserve me."

His breath came hollow, his chest rising and falling with fury. " I never left you, Y/N. You ran. You hid her from me!"

She let out a bitter laugh, the sound empty and cruel. " Oh, is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That I was the one betrayed you ?!" She pushed at his chest, barely moving him " You and your family destroyed my life Taehyung! And now, you want to act like the victim?"

Taehyung's patience shattered. In one swift move , he grabbed her wrist and twisted her around, forcing her back around the bedpost. His face was mere inches from hers, his warm breath ghosting against her skin.

"You want to talk about pain?" He growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. " Then feel what I felt. Feel what it's like to be ripped away from your own blood. To not even know your owns child exists." His grip on her wrists tightened, pressing her further against the wooden frame. "You took years from me. Eight fucking years, Y/N."

"Let me go, Taehyung," she hissed struggling against his hold.

He only smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes - only something dark, something unreadable. "No." His voice was final. " You will never take her away from me nor leave me again."

Y/n's breath hitched as the realisation sank in. "You wouldn't --"

Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Watch me."

Before she could react, he yanked open the door, stepping back just enough to shove her inside. The room was vast, luxurious, but it felt suffocating as she turned back to face him.

"You are not seeing sen," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Not until you know what it feels like to be kept away from your own child."

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare--"

The door slammed shut.

Then, the click of the lock.

Y/n ran to it instantly, banging her fists against the heavy wood. "Taehyung, open this door! You can't do this!"

From the other side, his voice was calm, chillingly so. "I just did."

And then-- silence.

Y/N staggered back, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as realization dawned. She was trapped.

And Taehyung wasn't going to let her go.

Not this time.

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Canada

Jungkook sat in the cold, empty hospital room, his fingers gripping the small teddy bear. The same teddy she had once cried her heart out for-the one she refused to sleep without. But now, she was gone. The bed beside him, once filled with her warmth, lay empty.

His chest ached. No, it burned.

Everything-everything-was being ripped from him, and he could do nothing but sit here, drowning in the unbearable weight of his loss.

Sen wasn't his daughter by blood, but she was his in every way that mattered. He had held her tiny hands as she took her first steps. He had stayed up through her fevers, wiped her tears, and kissed her goodnight every single day. She was his little girl.

And Y/N...

Y/N was his everything. He had stood by her for eight years, loved her in silence, protected her when she was at her weakest. He had built a life around her and Sen, given them a home, a future.

But now?

Now, Taehyung had taken them.

And the rage inside Jungkook was turning into something monstrous.

The words Taehyung had spoken before taking them played in his head like a nightmare on repeat.

"Enjoy the silence while it lasts, Jeon Jungkook,"

"Now it's your time. Feel what I felt when you took everything from me. You'll feel the pain of what it's like to have something you cherish ripped away from you."

"You'll feel it-just like I did. You'll feel how it feels to get snatched."

It would be a lie if he said he wasn't afraid. Afraid of losing them. Afraid that Taehyung would take them away for good.

His fingers tightened around the teddy bear until his knuckles turned white.

Yoongi stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he looked outside. IU sat on the couch, tense and restless. The room was thick with unspoken emotions-anger, fear, frustration.

"Jiho and Jiwon keep asking about Sen," she said, her voice hollow. "What do I tell them? That she was taken back by her real father's personal dog and dragged back to Korea?"

Jungkook's grip on the teddy bear tightened further, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

"IU," Yoongi warned, his voice sharp.

"What?!" she snapped, standing up abruptly. Her eyes burned with anger as she looked at Yoongi, then at Jungkook. "You let them take her! You let Taehyung win without a goddamn fight! And now you want me to just sit here and act like it's okay?!"

Her voice cracked, the weight of her emotions pouring out.

"That bastard's head guard put a gun to my head! He took Sen like she was some object! And you want me to believe that the mighty Kim Taehyung won't do worse?!"

She was right.

Jungkook knew she was right.

IU's voice wavered as she ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Y/N is like my sister. Sen is like my own child. And now, they're trapped with him. What if he hurts them? What if-"

"He won't," Yoongi cut her off, his voice cold.

IU scoffed, crossing her arms. "And why is that?"

Yoongi turned his gaze toward her, exhaling sharply. "Because he loves Y/N. She's his only weakness. He won't harm them."

The words struck Jungkook like a blade.

Love? Weakness?

The thought made him sick. Taehyung didn't deserve Y/N's love, and he sure as hell didn't deserve Sen.

"But we have to bring them back!" IU insisted. "You're a detective, Yoongi! You can do something!"

Yoongi shook his head. His expression was dark, his hands clenched at his sides. "I'm a detective here, IU. In Canada, I have authority. But in Korea?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "That's his dynasty. He's the king there. I'm nothing but a government slave in his world. He has more power, more control. He's not the same boy we once knew-he's a goddamn king now."

Silence.

Then, a deep, heavy voice broke through the tension.

"I don't care."

Yoongi and IU turned, startled.

Jungkook slowly lifted his head, his dark, bloodshot eyes locking onto them. His face was cold, emotionless-but his fury was undeniable. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful, veins popping in his neck.

"I don't care who he is," Jungkook said, his voice hoarse, filled with rage. "All I care about is getting Y/N and Sen back."

A dangerous fire burned in his eyes.

He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. "Noona," he said, his voice eerily calm, "pack our luggage. We're going back to Korea."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Yoongi and IU frozen in place.

This wasn't the Jungkook they knew.

This Jungkook was different.

Possessive. Mad. Ruthless.

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Outside the Hospital

Jungkook sat in the cold night air, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it with steady hands, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow, dark cloud of smoke.

His lips curled into a smirk.

His first real smirk since the moment Taehyung took them away.

His eyes gleamed-but not with warmth.

No.

This was madness.

Possessiveness.

Destruction.

"I'm coming back, hyung," he whispered, his voice eerily calm.

He took another drag, tilting his head as he exhaled the smoke.

"To take what's mine."

His smirk widened, his expression twisted with something sinister.

"And this time..." he murmured, cracking his knuckles, his veins pulsing with vengeance.

"I'll make sure to destroy you to the fullest."

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