Part 5

The next night, the bass thrummed heavily through the floorboards of the city's most exclusive nightclub.

Y/N and Taemin walked in, blending seamlessly into the dim, neon-lit atmosphere. Y/N knew exactly what she was doing; she had overheard her father and Yoongi discussing this business gathering days ago. Her father was engaged in conversation near the VIP lounge, while Yoongi sat at a dimly lit corner booth, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Yoongi froze the moment his eyes landed on her. She looked breathtaking, wearing a sharp, body-hugging black skirt that stopped dangerously high on her thighs. Seeing her there—with Taemin—sent a surge of shock straight through him. Is this a coincidence? What is she doing here? he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. He immediately leaned back into the shadows of his booth, trying to keep out of sight while his eyes remained glued to her every move.

Y/N walked straight onto the crowded dance floor with Taemin. As the music swelled, they began to dance, moving close together. Even in the flashing lights and thick crowd, Y/N’s eyes effortlessly found Yoongi hiding in the dark. A subtle, dangerous smile touched her lips.

Leaning close to Taemin’s ear, she whispered over the deafening music, "Now... start your act."

Taemin let out a nervous chuckle, his hand resting on her waist. "I swear, your Uncle Min is going to kill me tonight."

"Shut up," Y/N teased softly.

"Fine, fine," Taemin laughed softly. "If I die for my best friend, so be it. Just make sure my girlfriend never finds out about this, or I'm dead twice."

With a playful nod, Taemin stepped into character. He leaned down, burying his face into the sensitive crook of Y/N’s neck, trailing light, deliberate kisses along her jawline. Y/N tilted her head back, closing her eyes as if lost in pure bliss.

Across the room, Yoongi’s mind completely shattered.

Watching another man’s lips on her skin felt like a slow, agonizing poison spreading through his blood. His grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. Desperate to numb the burning rage and suffocating jealousy tearing through his chest, he picked up another glass and downed it in one breath. Then another. And another. The alcohol burned his throat, but it couldn't drown out the image of her in that dark room.

Then, Taemin’s hand slid down, his fingers lightly brushing the exposed skin right where her short skirt ended.

Snap.

The crystal glass in Yoongi’s hand shattered. Amber liquid and sharp shards spilled over his hand, but he didn't even feel the pain. His vision blurred with pure, unadulterated fury. Unable to watch a single second more, he abruptly stood up, turned his back on the dance floor, and stormed out into the night.

Later that night, the house was drowning in pitch-black silence.

It was nearly 2:00 AM when Y/N stepped down the stairs, her footsteps soft and silent against the cold floor. She wore a thin silk camisole and tiny shorts that left her thighs completely bare, heading into the dimly lit kitchen for a glass of water, knowing full well the storm she had brewed.

She opened the refrigerator door, the faint yellow light illuminating her bare legs and waist.

Before she could even reach for a glass, a heavy, suffocating shadow towered behind her. Strong, trembling arms slammed the refrigerator door shut.

In one violent, swift motion, Yoongi grabbed her waist, hoisted her onto the edge of the marble kitchen counter, and stepped forcefully between her thighs. The heavy scent of expensive whiskey and raw, unfiltered anger radiated off him.

"Uncle Min—"

"Shut your mouth," Yoongi growled. His voice was low, gravelly, and completely undone. His eyes were bloodshot, dark with a terrifying mix of jealousy and desire.

He didn't give her a chance to speak. He cupped her jaw firmly, crushing his lips against hers in a rough, possessive kiss. All the agonizing restraint he had maintained for months crumbled instantly. He bit down on her bottom lip, tasting her sweetness as he deepened the kiss, his breathing ragged and heavy.

Y/N hummed softly against his mouth, her fingers instantly tangling into his hair. She wrapped her bare legs tightly around his waist, pulling him flush against her body, surrendering completely to his chaos.

Yoongi groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her thighs firmly to hold her in place. His lips dragged down from her mouth to her jaw, sliding lower to the soft curve of her neck. He pressed his lips hard against her skin, sucking sharply and leaving deep, dark hickeys over her collarbone to erase every trace of another man's touch.

As he marked her neck, the agonizing heat between them spiked. Driven mad by her closeness, Yoongi pressed his hips tightly against her, grinding his hard dick through his trousers directly against her center in rhythmic, heavy thrusts.

Y/N tilted her head back, letting out a breathy, delicate moan at the intense sensation. Instead of pulling away, she locked her legs tighter around his back, pulling him even closer and grinding her hips back against his every movement, refusing to let an inch of space exist between them.

"You're mine," Yoongi whispered harshly against her burning skin, his breath hot and frantic as he continued to grind against her thighs. "Do you hear me? Don't you ever let him touch you like that again."

Y/N shivered at the intense friction, her chest heaving as his lips claimed her skin once more. Through the haze of pure ecstasy, a triumphant smirk spread across her face.

"I knew you'd come to me, Uncle..." she whispered into his ear, her voice dripping with sweet temptation. "

You lost."

To be continued...

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