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The sound of fists hitting the mat echoed through the personal gym. Kim Taehyung’s body glistened with sweat as he pushed himself through relentless sets of pushups, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with a dangerous mix of anger, frustration, and guilt. His mind was trapped, spinning in circles around one thought: Suzy’s sudden death.

Despite the animosity he had harbored for her, Suzy had been a part of his life since childhood—a best friend turned rival.

Even though he hated her later in life, her unexpected demise left him uneasy, an uncomfortable itch in the back of his mind that he couldn’t ignore.

Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching behind him.

"Taehyung-ah," Jimin’s voice broke the silence, heavy with a tension of its own.

Taehyung didn’t respond, his focus glued to the floor as he continued his pushups with mechanical precision.

Jimin sighed and moved closer, dropping to the floor beside him. His half-brother’s fury was evident in every forceful movement, and Jimin knew this wasn’t just about Suzy. "Stop for a moment, Taehyung. You’re going to hurt yourself."

Taehyung let out a low grunt but kept going. "I don’t need rest, hyung. What I need is answers."

Jimin leaned back against the wall, running a hand through his hair. His own expression was a mirror of concern and unease. "You think I don’t feel the same? Suzy’s death has left all of us shaken."

Taehyung froze mid-pushup, his muscles taut, before slowly rising to his feet. He grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wiped the sweat from his face, his gaze still distant. "You don’t get it, hyung. I’m not sad about Suzy’s death. Whether she loved, lived, or died—it doesn’t matter to me."

Jimin blinked in surprise at his younger brother's bluntness. "Then why are you so worked up? If not Suzy, then what?"

Taehyung threw the towel aside and turned to face Jimin, his sharp eyes narrowing. "It’s not about her. It’s about what her death means. Someone is targeting our family, hyung. Someone wants to destroy us, piece by piece."

Jimin's expression darkened, and he sat up straighter. "You think this is more than just...an accident?"

"Of course it is," Taehyung snapped. "Suzy wasn’t just some random victim. She was connected to us, whether we liked it or not. Whoever is behind this is using her death as the first move in a bigger game."

Jimin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his own mind racing. "If someone’s coming for our family, it’s not hard to guess who might be behind it. Min Yoongi has always been—"

Taehyung cut him off with a sharp shake of his head. "No. Yoongi isn’t behind this."

Jimin frowned. "And how can you be so sure? He has plenty of reason to come after us."

Taehyung’s lips twisted into a bitter smirk. "Because there are two types of predators, hyung. The ones who hunt in the open, and the ones who lurk in the shadows. Yoongi is the kind who hunts openly. He wants his enemies to see him coming, to fear him before he strikes. This…this is something else. This is someone who works in the shadows, pulling strings where no one can see them."

Jimin exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing. "If not Yoongi, then who? Do you have any leads?"

Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest, his face grim. "That’s the problem. I don’t know yet. But whoever it is, they’re playing us like pawns. If we don’t figure it out soon, we’re going to lose this game."

Jimin leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And what if it’s someone closer than we think? What if the enemy is already inside the gates?"

Taehyung’s gaze hardened, and he clenched his fists. "Then we expose them, no matter the cost. But one thing’s for sure, hyung—this isn’t just about Suzy anymore. This is about us. About the Kim legacy."

The room fell into heavy silence as the weight of Taehyung’s words sank in.

What neither brother realized, however, was that their every move, every thought, was already part of someone else’s design.

The true mastermind behind their turmoil was watching from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The Kims, despite their power, were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard, and the game had only just begun.

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The deep, gravelly voice of a thug resonated faintly from Yoongi's phone speaker, but his attention began to drift as his eyes caught sight of her Cha Y/N.

She emerged from the bathroom, wearing a short black silk bathrobe that clung to her damp body, the water dripping from her wet hair tracing seductive paths down her neck and into the delicate fabric.

Her face, etched with mild annoyance, radiated a timeless allure that Yoongi couldn't ignore. To him, she was breathtaking—an intoxicating blend of elegance and fire that captivated him every time he looked at her.

For a moment, Yoongi forgot the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders, lost in the vision of his wife. Sometimes he thinks like he should be thankful to the God who has made her this enchanting.

Yoongi is totally whipped over his wife.

But then, his gaze shifted to her neck. The faint mark on her skin from the night before triggered a dangerous rush of possessiveness, a fire that burned low and hot in his chest.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep his emotions in check, and swiftly ended the call.

As he pocketed his phone, he moved toward her with a commanding grace, his sharp eyes scanning her face. Her expression was unreadable, her annoyance only making her more irresistible.

"What's bothering you, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and steady, tinged with concern.

Y/N met his gaze blankly, her tone cold and detached. "Jungkook got his bail." She paused, her lips pressing into a thin line. "They wouldn't dare try something again. Not after I handled it"

Yoongi's brow arched slightly, a flicker of admiration glinting in his eyes. "You handled it?" he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he stepped closer. He already knows about his wife's capacity.

But Yoongi wasn't fooled. There was something deeper troubling her. He closed the distance between them, his hand sliding to grip her thigh.

He lifted her leg slightly, pulling her closer as his other hand found its place on her lower back— her butt . The silk of her robe bunched under his touch, the intimacy electric.

"What is it, Y/N?" he pressed softly, his deep voice caressing her like a lover's touch. "What's really bothering you?"

Y/N held his gaze, her eyes flashing with restrained emotion. "Someone threw money at the police," she said, her voice sharp but steady. "That's why they had the nerve to arrest Jungkook."

Yoongi chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. "Of course, they did," he said, his tone laced with amusement as if the situation didn't surprise him.

His eyes darkened slightly as he leaned in, brushing his lips along her jawline.

Y/N's breath hitched, her body responding to the familiar, intoxicating warmth of his touch.

"Don't stress over things I already know," Yoongi whispered against her skin, his lips grazing her ear.

Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers in a kiss that started slow and deliberate but quickly deepened with passion. His hand slid up her thigh, his touch firm yet gentle, as if reassuring her in a way words never could.

The room filled with the soft, echoing sound of their kisses, the world beyond them momentarily forgotten.

Without breaking their kiss, Yoongi swept her into his arms effortlessly, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

He carried her to the dressing room, his movements fluid and purposeful, and gently set her down on the plush couch.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his face mere inches from hers. His breath was uneven, his dark eyes filled with a mix of love, desire, and unspoken promises.

His fingers trailed along her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're mine, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tender but possessive. "Always."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if sealing his words. "Wait for me," he whispered, his lips brushing her skin before he stood and stepped back.

Y/N watched him silently, her eyes following his retreating figure. Her expression was unreadable, but her heart was anything but.

As the door closed behind him, her fingers unconsciously touched her lips, still tingling from the intensity of his kiss.

Whatever the world outside had in store, one thing was certain—Min Yoongi loved her fiercely, and there was no escaping the gravity of that love.

Yoongi returned moments later, the soft click of the door pulling Y/N’s attention. In his hand was a sleek black dress, elegant yet subtly provocative.

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she looked at it in confusion, tilting her head slightly. She didn’t remember buying this dress, and the curiosity in her eyes was clear.

Before she could ask, Yoongi silenced her with a gentle shake of his head, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “I bought it for you,” he said simply, his voice a quiet murmur that held a trace of tenderness.

Y/N’s expression shifted almost instantly. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back against the couch, her posture confident and teasing. “So thoughtful, my husband,” she drawled, her tone laced with amusement.

Yoongi didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers. His intense gaze locked onto her eyes, the depth of his devotion and passion so palpable it made Y/N’s pulse quicken despite herself.

His dark eyes held her captive, as though searching for something within her—a connection, a silent understanding, a way to blend their very souls.

Without breaking eye contact, Yoongi reached for the hem of her bathrobe. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second, and he gently slid the robe off her shoulders. It pooled around her, leaving her bare before him.

Yet, Yoongi’s gaze remained fixed on her eyes, never wandering, as if they alone held the essence of her being.

To Yoongi, Y/N wasn’t just beautiful; she was ethereal, untouchable yet undeniably his.

Kneeling before her like a devout worshipper before a deity, he bent down, never once breaking their shared, searing eye contact.

The sight of Min Yoongi—the man whose mere presence could command empires—kneeling humbly in front of her sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

Her face, however, remained unreadable. Even stripped of any physical barrier, she exuded an aura of confidence that left Yoongi in awe. It was this confidence, this unapologetic strength, that made him fall deeper for her each day.

Taking her right leg gently in his hands, Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to her toes, his lips lingering as if sealing a silent vow. His gaze flickered upward to hers, filled with reverence and unyielding adoration.

The corners of Y/N’s lips curved into a faint, amused smirk, but she said nothing, allowing him to continue.

His kisses trailed upward, deliberate and slow, from her toes to her ankle, and then to the curve of her calf. Each touch of his lips was gentle, reverent, as though he were worshiping her very existence.

When he reached her thigh, he paused, reaching for a bottle of moisturizer nearby.

He warmed the cream between his hands before applying it to her leg with tender care, his fingers massaging the lotion into her skin with a touch so delicate it sent a warmth through her.

He repeated the same ritual with her left leg, his kisses trailing upward once more before his hands moved to caress her skin with the lotion.

As he worked, Y/N finally broke the silence. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked, her voice light but curious. “Why the sudden attention, Yoongi?”

He paused for only a moment, his lips twitching into a faint smile. Looking up at her with unwavering devotion, he replied, “I’m just serving my goddess.”

His words caught her off guard, and before she could stop herself, a laugh escaped her lips. It wasn’t the sarcastic or sharp laugh she usually gave—it was genuine, rich, and soft.

The sound filled the room like music, and Yoongi froze, his breath catching in his chest. He stared at her, wide-eyed, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

For a man who rarely let his emotions show, the look on his face was one of pure, unfiltered awe. That laugh—it was his sanctuary, a balm to the fire that raged in his soul.

“You should laugh like that more often,” Yoongi murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from her face as he continued, “It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.”

Y/N’s smirk softened into something almost gentle , though the spark of confidence in her eyes never wavered. “Don’t get used to it,” she teased lightly, though the warmth in her tone betrayed her.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. “Oh, I’ll make it my mission to hear it every day,” he said.

And in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just them—two souls intertwined, bound by love that burned as fiercely as the sun, and a devotion that would never waver.

Yoongi's hands moved from her legs to her arms with the same slow, reverent care, his every touch igniting a fire beneath Y/N's skin. His fingers trailed over her bare arms, their featherlight caress sending shivers up her spine.

The way his knuckles brushed her soft skin was deliberate, almost calculated, as if he were memorizing her every curve through touch alone.

Despite her exposed state, Y/N felt strangely secure, his gaze never straying from hers.

His eyes dark and smoldering were locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. It wasn't lust or hunger in his eyes: it was something far deeper, a mix of love, devotion, and an unspoken plea she couldn't quite decipher.

Yoongi slowly intertwined his fingers with hers, lifting her hand to his lips.

His kiss was tender, lingering, like a silent promise. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, his lips pressing there again before he carefully began applying moisturizer to her hands and arms.

His touch wasn't rushed or careless: it was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.

His actions remained the same as he moved across her body, never once breaking eye contact. It was as though he was trying to tell her something through his gaze, something words couldn't capture.

Y/N's lips curved into a faint smile, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of vulnerability.

The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken emotions, until Y/N finally broke it. Her voice was soft, almost fragile. "What are you doing to me, Yoongi?" she whispered, her words laced with a mix of wonder and confusion. "My heart... it's hurting."

Her eyes grew drowsy as she spoke, her breaths uneven and shallow. Her vulnerability was raw, unguarded, unlike anything Yoongi had ever seen from her before.

She reached out, taking his hand in hers and guiding it to rest over her heart.

"Do you feel it?" she murmured, her voice breaking slightly. Her smile was faint, but her expression carried a bittersweet edge. "It always hurts when I'm with you but I don't want it to stop."

Yoongi's brows furrowed in concern as he felt the irregular rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his palm.

The sight of her so unguarded, so achingly fragile-twisted something deep within him. His usual calm exterior wavered, replaced by an unmistakable flicker of anguish.

"Y/N..." he started, his voice low and rough with emotion. "If it's hurting you, I'll stop."

But before he could pull away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath warm against his skin. "No," she murmured tiredly, her voice barely audible. "Don't dare to stop...I like it. even if it hurts. It's a pain I don't want to lose."

Yoongi's arms instinctively encircled her, holding her as if she might slip away if he loosened his grip.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the faint, soothing scent of her shampoo as his fingers tangled in her damp locks.

A heavy sigh escaped him, one filled with grief and longing. His vulnerability matched hers in that moment, raw and exposed. His heart ached, not just for her pain but for the unspoken truth he couldn't bring himself to share.

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just them, two hearts tangled in a bittersweet embrace, their love a blend of pain and passion, unspoken words, and lingering gazes.

His hand moved gently over her back, caressing her as he whispered, " Happy birthday,sweetheart "

His voice cracked slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions. But Y/N didn't heard his breaking words because she already lost her consciousness and Yoongi helplessly just hugging her.

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