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[ WARNING : This chapter contains some scenes which maybe not suitable for you. If you are sensitive then please ignore that part. ]

"Mumma! Papa...I am scared!" The voice of a little girl echoed through the hazy void. She was crying hysterically, her tiny frame trembling with fear.

The harsh glow of a burning pyre illuminated her tear-streaked face, casting long shadows that danced eerily around her.

Shivering, she clung desperately to the arms of someone, her tiny fists gripping tightly.

"Mumma! Dad!" she screamed again, her voice piercing through the heavy silence like a dagger.

The flames roared louder, and the vision blurred, her sobs echoing as if they came from a great distance.

Everything around her seemed to grow darker, colder, and suffocating, until...

Y/N jolted awake, her eyes staring blankly into the darkness as she lay motionless on the bed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath heavy, and cold sweat glistened on her brow.

The nightmare she had felt disturbingly real, leaving an ache in her chest she couldn't explain.

She turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on Yoongi, who was sleeping peacefully next to her, his face calm and unbothered.

It was close to midnight.

Quietly, Y/N slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him.

She reached for the wine bottle resting on the table and made her way to the balcony.

The cold breeze kissed her skin, making her loose hair blow freely around her face. Her short satin nightdress clung to her figure as she opened the bottle and took a long sip directly from it.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she gazed into the night.

Her mind wandered to the events of the day-particularly the funeral being held by the Kim family.

The Mins had been invited too, and Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to deliver yet another blow to their already crumbling world.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of cold, firm hands wrapping around her waist from behind.

She didn't flinch.

"Drinking in the middle of the night now? It is not a good habit ,Sweetheart." Yoongi murmured in his husky voice, his lips brushing against her ear as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

Y/N smirked, not bothering to turn around. "You brought the wine, Yoongi. And now you complain?"

Yoongi chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble. "I didn't think my wife would make a habit out of it," he teased, his hands tightening slightly around her waist. "What were you thinking about so deeply just now?"

Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the night sky , her expression unreadable. She took another sip from the bottle before replying, her tone calm yet laced with subtle malice.

"Nothing much," she said with a small shrug, "just planning for tomorrow."

Yoongi pulled back slightly, his dark eyes narrowing with interest. "Planning, hmm? And what might my wife be planning this time that is hidden from her own husband ?"

Finally, Y/N turned to face him, her eyes locking with his in an intense, unwavering stare.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she spoke, her voice dripping with confidence. "Only those with weak intentions need to hide their plans, Yoongi. Mine are far from weak."

Yoongi stared at her for a long moment, his calm, unreadable expression betraying none of his thoughts.

Then, with a faint smirk, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Best of luck, then," he said softly, his tone calm yet tinged with something deeper.

Y/N held his gaze for a moment longer before leaning in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Luck, darling, is for those who need it. I prefer control."

Yoongi's lips quirked up at the corners, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Then don't let me stop you."

Y/N stepped back, a spark of mischief still glimmering in her eyes. With one last sip of wine, she turned back toward the city lights, her smirk deepening. "Oh, I won't."

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Time skips...

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds in Investigator Juhi's office, but the atmosphere was anything but serene.

Juhi sat at her desk, her fingers lightly drumming on the wooden surface as her sharp eyes were fixed on the junior officer standing across from her.

The officer shifted uneasily, clutching a file in his hand.

Juhi leaned forward, her voice calm but demanding, "What's the update on the man who made the call that night? Do we have any leads?"

The junior officer hesitated, his gaze flickering downward. "Ma'am, we still don't know exactly who it was. But..." He paused, swallowing nervously before continuing, "We've confirmed that he wasn't a nearby civilian. The caller is likely someone... powerful."

Juhi's brow furrowed, her sharp tone slicing through the silence. "And what makes you so sure of that? Speak clearly."

The officer shifted uncomfortably. "The number used to make the call was deactivated shortly after the report. And..." He hesitated, as if weighing whether to continue. "The information about Jungkook being a suspect? It's been wiped clean from our database. Completely erased."

Juhi's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. "Are you saying someone tampered with police records? Do you know who?"

The junior officer nodded reluctantly. "Yes, ma'am. Traces point back to the Min Estate. The last signal from the number came from there."

A heavy silence filled the room. Juhi leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable but her eyes blazing with realization.

"So, it's someone from the Mins. Of course..." she muttered under her breath, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.

The officer, clearly uneasy, spoke cautiously. "Ma'am, if it's the Mins, you know what that means. Meddling further could put you in deep trouble-especially if Min Y/N finds out. She's not the kind of person anyone wants to cross."

Juhi let out a bitter laugh, the sound laced with frustration and a tinge of sadness.

"You think I don't know that?" she said, her voice quieter now, yet filled with determination. "Yes, Min Y/N is dangerous, and yes, she'll come for me if she finds out. But some truths are worth the risk."

The junior officer hesitated, curiosity written all over his face. "But ma'am... why? The case is closed. Why dig it up again?"

Juhi's expression softened, a flicker of pain crossing her face. She looked down at her desk, her fingers brushing the edge of a photo frame before she spoke, her voice tinged with quiet sorrow.

"Because this isn't just about a closed case. It's about someone who's lost their way. Someone who... deserves to know the truth, no matter the cost."

The officer frowned, confused, but he didn't press further.
He could sense there was a personal element to Juhi's words, something he wasn't meant to pry into.

Just then, the phone on Juhi's desk rang, piercing the heavy silence. She picked it up, her voice firm. "Investigator Juhi speaking. What's the issue?"

The voice on the other end spoke hurriedly, and Juhi's expression shifted to one of shock. Her eyes widened, her free hand clenching into a fist.

"What? How is that possible?" she demanded, her tone sharp.

The person on the line responded, and Juhi's face darkened further. She let out a frustrated breath, standing abruptly.
"Check all the CCTV footage. I'm coming there now. Don't let anyone else touch the scene!"

She slammed the phone down and grabbed her jacket, her movements quick and purposeful.

The junior officer, alarmed by her reaction, asked, "What happened, ma'am?"

Juhi turned to him, her voice heavy with urgency. "Suzy's body... it's missing. Someone took it."

The officer's eyes widened in disbelief. "Missing? How-?"

Juhi cut him off, her tone resolute but with a trace of bitterness. "That's what I'm going to find out. And something tells me this isn't just another coincidence."

As she stormed out of the office, the weight of the unfolding mystery pressed down on her.

The determination in her eyes was unshakable, even as the shadows of fear and uncertainty lingered in the background.

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The air at the funeral was heavy with grief, whispers of mourning filling the vast space. The Kim estate was dressed in somber black and white, with guests quietly paying their respects to the late Kim Namjoon.

The scent of fresh white roses and incense lingered in the air, an ironic reminder of the purity and peace that seemed elusive in this fractured family.

Namjoon's coffin lay at the center, his body barely recognizable after being burned so brutally.
Many bowed their heads as they approached, placing white roses on the coffin as a silent prayer for his peace.

Taehyung stood near the front, his expression a mask of cold emptiness. But beneath the surface, a storm brewed.
His hands were clenched into fists, his jaw tight as he stared at the coffin.

His mind played a cruel loop of memories-Namjoon's laughter, his strong voice, the way he used to pat Taehyung's head affectionately. And now, he was gone. Reduced to ashes.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

"Taehyung-ah..." Jin's voice was soft yet laden with sorrow.

Without turning, Taehyung interrupted him, his voice low and tense. "Hyung, not today. Just... don't."

Jin sighed heavily, retracting his hand. His own grief was visible in the hollowness of his eyes, yet he tried to stay strong for his younger brothers.

"I can't understand it," Jin muttered, almost to himself. "Why does this keep happening to us? First Father, then Suzy, and now Namjoon. And Yumi... kidnapped. Are we cursed, Taehyung? Is this karma for something we did? What sin is so grave that it's tearing us apart like this?"

Taehyung's breathing grew heavier as Jin spoke, his fists trembling. He couldn't bring himself to answer.
Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't have an answer.

The weight of helplessness was crushing him.

The low hum of whispers suddenly ceased. The air shifted, the tension palpable as the guests turned their heads in unison.

The crowd parted, making way for them.

Min Y/N and Min Yoongi walked in with an air of authority that silenced even the faintest murmurs.

Their presence was chilling, their faces devoid of grief or sympathy.

Y/N led the way, her black dress flowing as if it carried the weight of her power, while Yoongi followed closely behind her, his injured arm hidden beneath a tailored suit.

Taehyung's eyes locked on them, his body stiffening as a wave of rage coursed through him.
His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, but he didn't move. Not yet.

Y/N stopped in front of Namjoon's coffin, her gaze cold and emotionless as she stared at his burned face.
Her silence was deafening, her lack of visible sorrow infuriating.

After a long pause, she leaned forward and placed a white rose on the coffin with deliberate slowness.

Her gaze shifted upward, meeting Taehyung's furious eyes.

For a moment, it was a silent battle of wills, her calm, unreadable expression a stark contrast to his barely restrained anger.

Then, she smirked.
It was small, almost imperceptible, but Taehyung caught it. His blood boiled.

Yoongi stepped forward next, his movements casual, almost dismissive.
He placed his flower without sparing the coffin much of a glance. His dark eyes scanned the room, indifferent to the grief around him.

As he stepped back, his gaze briefly fell on Taehyung. There was no apology, no remorse, just the faintest hint of satisfaction.

Taehyung's breathing quickened. "They dare to come here?" he thought, his fists trembling at his sides.

His nails dug into his palms, the sting grounding him in the moment. "And that smirk... How dare she smirk?"

Beside him, Jin noticed his younger brother's growing tension. "Taehyung-ah," Jin whispered cautiously, placing a hand on his arm. "Not here. Not now."

But Taehyung was at his breaking point. His voice was a low growl as he muttered, "How can you expect me to stay silent, hyung? Look at them. They don't even care. They're mocking us."

"Control yourself," Jin said firmly, his voice shaking slightly. "For Namjoon. Don't let them turn this into a spectacle."

Taehyung closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he tried to reign in his fury.
But in his mind, Y/N's smirk replayed over and over, taunting him.

Y/N finally faced , her dark eyes swept over the grieving family as she finally spoke, her voice steady yet laced with a chilling undertone.

"It's truly heartbreaking to lose someone like Namjoon," she said, her words slow and deliberate. "I still remember the day I protected him from the jaws of death. But destiny... it always finds a way to fulfill itself."

Her tone was calm, but there was an unspoken meaning in her words-a meaning Taehyung caught immediately.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he stepped forward, his piercing gaze locked on Y/N. His voice, though controlled, trembled with suppressed anger.

"Destiny? Who are you to speak of destiny, Cha Y/N?" He spat her name like venom, his fists tightening at his sides.

Y/N turned her gaze to him, unfazed, and a faint smile curved her lips.
"Cha Y/N?" she repeated softly, then tilted her head slightly, her calm demeanor unshaken. "Correction, Min Y/N. I believe it's important to address me correctly."

Her words were a dagger cloaked in silk. Everyone present felt the shift in the air.

Yoongi, standing beside her, smirked faintly, his dark eyes gleaming with pride at his wife's audacity.

Taehyung's patience snapped. "You're nothing but a cunning witch," he said, his voice rising, laced with fury. "A vile, shameless woman who thrives on destroying others' happiness. You've torn apart everything you've touched! A heartless!!"

Jin quickly stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation. "Taehyung, enough!" he said firmly. "Let's not forget, Y/N saved Namjoon once. We owe her that much."

Y/N, who had remained silent throughout Taehyung's outburst, finally spoke. Her voice was calm, but the underlying menace sent a shiver through the room.

"Heartless?" she echoed. "I'm not heartless, Mr. Kim. I just prefer to use my heart less." She took a step closer to him, her gaze piercing. "And let me remind you... think carefully about who you're addressing. It's not in my nature to humiliate others, but those who dare humiliate me? They don't escape unscathed. It's not in anyone's destiny."

Her words hung in the air, sharp and unyielding, cutting through Taehyung's anger like a blade.

He glared at her, his breath heavy, but her unwavering composure only fueled his frustration.

Jin, sensing the dangerous edge in her tone, quickly bowed his head. "My apologies for Taehyung's words, Y/N," he said softly, casting a warning glance at his younger brother.

Yoongi's voice broke through the tense silence, cold and measured. "And let this be the last time you speak to my wife like that, Taehyung," he said, his gaze as sharp as ice. "If it happens again, you'll have to deal with me. I don't take disrespect lightly."

Taehyung's fists trembled, but he bit his tongue, his glare shifting between Yoongi and Y/N.

Y/N cast him one last look-a subtle smirk playing on her lips-before she turned on her heel, Yoongi following close behind.

As the crowd parted for the couple, Y/N suddenly stopped in her tracks. Turning back slightly, her gaze fell on Namjoon's coffin.

Her lips moved in a whisper, so soft it seemed like she was speaking to herself. "Hatred... it's such a passionate fire," she murmured, her voice almost wistful. "It burns and consumes, never allowing the flames to die down. Now, this fire will engulf everyone. Everyone."

Yoongi, standing beside her, heard her clearly. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as he turned his gaze toward Taehyung and Jin, who were standing near the coffin, their grief palpable.

"Be a game-changer," Yoongi muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible, but laced with a cryptic edge.

With that, they turned and walked out, leaving behind a room heavy with unshed tears, unresolved anger, and the echo of their chilling words.

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Juhi stormed into the forensic department, her sharp heels echoing against the sterile floors as her junior struggled to keep pace.

Her face was taut with urgency, her mind racing with a hundred questions.

The officers lining the hallway stood to salute her, but she brushed past them without acknowledgment, her singular focus on the task at hand.

She reached the storage area, yanking open the drawer where the dead body was supposed to be preserved.

The sight of the empty, gleaming metal slab made her jaw tighten in frustration.

"Where is it?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

A nervous forensic nurse stepped forward, wringing her hands. "M-ma'am, we... we noticed it was gone during the morning rounds. We don't know how or when it happened."

Juhi's eyes narrowed as she clenched her fists. "What about the CCTV footage? Tell me you at least have something useful!"

Another employee hurried over, clutching a laptop. "Ma'am, we don't have footage of when the body was taken, but we found this."

He set the laptop on the nearby counter, fumbling to open the file.
Juhi crossed her arms, her foot tapping impatiently as the video began to play.

The footage was grainy but clear enough to show a figure cloaked entirely in black, moving with precision and confidence. The figure stopped for a moment, turning towards the camera.

Juhi felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at the figure's obscured face.

"Pause it," she ordered, her voice cold. The employee froze the video just as the figure reached for something. Juhi leaned in, her sharp eyes scrutinizing every detail. "Play it."

The figure raised a gun, aiming it directly at the camera lens. A loud crack echoed as the screen went black.

Juhi straightened, her face now a mask of controlled fury.

She looked up at the broken CCTV hanging above them, the remnants of shattered glass a stark reminder of the audacity of the perpetrator.

"Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing," Juhi said, her voice low and cutting. "They didn't just want the body-they wanted us blind."

Her junior hesitated before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ma'am, do you think this is connected to-"

"Of course it's connected!" Juhi snapped, spinning on her heel to face him. "A body doesn't just vanish into thin air. And whoever this is... they're mocking us. They want us to know they're one step ahead."

The nurse spoke hesitantly, "Should we inform the higher-ups?"

Juhi turned to her with a glare that could freeze fire. "No. Not yet. I don't report failures-I solve them. And trust me, we'll find this bastard before they have a chance to pull another stunt."

She turned to the employee with the laptop. "Trace every damn second of this footage. I want to know where that figure came from, where they went, and how they got out. If you can't do it, find someone who can."

"Yes, ma'am!" he stammered, rushing away.

Juhi glanced at her junior. "Alert the team. Double security across all departments. And find out who had access to this room in the past 48 hours. I want names, schedules, and any discrepancies. Go now!"

As the team scattered, Juhi stood alone, her hands trembling slightly before she forced them to still.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, suppressing the storm brewing within her. Whoever had done this had declared war, and Juhi wasn't one to lose.

"This isn't over," she muttered to herself, her voice a deadly promise. "Not by a long shot."

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The dining room was heavy with grief, the air thick with unspoken words and sorrow. The only sound was the quiet clinking of spoons against the bowls, as Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung sat in silence.

Their faces were etched with loss, the heaviness of Namjoon's death weighing on them like an unbearable burden.

The food before them was untouched, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Jisoo was not feeling well so she was inside her and Jin's room to take some rest or that what others think.

Jin, always the one trying to keep a semblance of normalcy, broke the silence with a question that had been gnawing at him for days.

"Jimin," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly, "have you heard anything about Yumi? Any news?"

Jimin didn't answer immediately. He shook his head slowly, his eyes downcast. His mind was too clouded with worry to focus on anything other than the dark abyss they were all falling into.

"Stop talking," Taehyung muttered suddenly, his voice sharp, his tone filled with frustration. He slammed his spoon down on the table, the clatter echoing in the tense silence. His fist clenched at his side, his body radiating frustration. "I don't want to hear any more questions. I want peace."

The others fell silent, nodding reluctantly in agreement. They were all fighting their own battles, each struggling to deal with the grief in their own way.

Taehyung finally reached for his spoon and took a sip of the meat soup in front of him, his gaze far away as he tried to calm the storm brewing inside him.

The others followed suit, taking a sip from their own bowls.

Then, as if fate had decided that their torment was not enough, something caught Jimin's eye. A piece of paper, tucked underneath the large soup container.

He reached for it, his fingers trembling as he pulled it out, not entirely sure what he was about to find.

Jin and Taehyung both looked at him, curiosity piqued. They watched as Jimin unfolded the paper with shaking hands.

His eyes scanned the words, and his face slowly drained of color.
He choked on his breath, his hands trembling violently.

"Jimin?" Jin asked softly, noticing the change in Jimin's demeanor. His voice was laced with concern, but Jimin didn't answer immediately.

Jimin's voice cracked as he read aloud, barely able to form the words.

"Enjoy the soup made up from the pieces of your Suzy. If you don't believe it, check your refrigerator. It's full of the body parts of her."

The words hit like a slap to the face, sending waves of nausea crashing over him. Jimin's hand trembled as he dropped the paper, his stomach churning violently.

His eyes glazed over with disbelief, but his mind refused to process it.

Without another word, he bolted from his seat, rushing toward the door. His body couldn't keep up with the horror unfolding inside him.

He was fighting the urge to vomit as he stumbled toward the hallway, his breath ragged as panic set in.

Taehyung's face twisted with rage and disgust, his eyes burning with an uncontrollable fire. The calm, calculated man he usually was vanished in that moment.

The blood drained from his face as his hands clenched into fists. He jumped to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor, as he made a beeline for the kitchen, his anger blinding his thoughts.

"Taehyung, wait!" Jin called out in desperation, but it was too late. Taehyung was already inside the kitchen, tearing open the refrigerator with all the fury of a man possessed.

His breath came in heavy gasps, his pulse roaring in his ears. His eyes darted over the contents of the fridge, and then-there it was.

The sight before him made his stomach lurch.

The body parts of Suzy, meticulously arranged and frozen in plastic bags, stared back at him. Her lifeless, severed limbs, her hands, fingers... all cold and detached from the person they once belonged to.

Taehyung's entire world seemed to shatter in that moment. His body trembled as he reached out for one of the bags, his hands shaking violently, before he slammed it back into the fridge, unable to bear the sight.

His fists slammed against the fridge door, his body shaking with unbridled fury. "Who did this?! Who the hell did this?!" he roared, his voice thick with anger and grief.

His fists continued to pound the door as if it would somehow answer him. His chest heaved with every breath, his mind spinning with a thousand thoughts.

Jin stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move, his face pale with shock and horror. His mouth opened but no words came out, his body too paralyzed with fear to respond.

The image of Suzy's dismembered body haunted him, and he could barely comprehend the level of malice it took to do something like this.

But Taehyung wasn't listening. He was too far gone, his rage taking over. "I'll kill whoever did this. I'll burn them to the ground," he muttered through clenched teeth. His eyes were wild, his voice dripping with venom. "I swear, I'll make them suffer for this."

Jin slowly took a step forward, his voice shaking as he spoke. "Taehyung... we need to stay calm. We need to think. We don't even know who did this yet."

But Taehyung was beyond reasoning. His anger was a storm, and there was no stopping it. "No. This is the last straw," he spat. "Whoever this is, they've taken everything from us. They've destroyed us. And I'll make them pay."

In the silence that followed, Taehyung's words hung heavy in the air.
His fury was unstoppable now, a force that would either tear him apart or drive him to unravel the truth behind the horrors that had plagued his family.

The only certainty was that his world was about to change forever.

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