YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part ~ 19 ?

Yoongi slammed the glass down so hard that some of the liquid sloshed over the rim. His eyes flashed with fury. "I won't let go!" His voice was sharp, filled with an almost desperate edge. "Jimin is mine! He belongs with me, and I will find him. No matter what it takes."

Hoseok flinched at the sheer possessiveness in his tone.

"You can’t own a person, Yoongi," he said quietly, trying to reach the part of his friend that still had reason left. "Love isn't about control."

Yoongi exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. His fingers trembled slightly—whether from anger, alcohol, or something deeper, even he didn’t know.

"I don't expect you to understand," he muttered, shaking his head. "But I will have him back. I don't care how long it takes. Jimin was meant to be mine."

Hoseok stood up, his expression unreadable. His heart ached seeing his best friend like this—so lost, so consumed by something so dangerous.

"If you keep going down this path," he said solemnly, "you're going to lose him forever."

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

Hoseok let out one last sigh before turning away. "I hope, for your sake, that you realize it before it’s too late."

The cold night air did little to soothe the burning rage within Yoongi as he stormed out of the bar, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Hoseok followed closely behind, wary of his friend’s unpredictable state.

But just as Yoongi stepped toward his car, he collided with someone, the sudden impact causing the glass in his hand to tilt. The remnants of his whiskey spilled onto his already wrinkled dress shirt, the liquid soaking into the fabric.

"Hey! Can't you watch where you're going? Are you blind or what?" The man snapped, brushing off the front of his own expensive-looking coat.

Yoongi froze mid-step. His head turned slowly, his eyes dark and piercing as they locked onto the man before him. The insult echoed in his mind, fueling the simmering anger that had been festering all night. His fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.

He didn't reply, didn't even acknowledge the man with a word. Instead, he walked past him without so much as a glance, his tense jaw the only sign of his barely contained fury.

Hoseok, sensing the shift in his energy, immediately picked up his pace. "Yoongi, don’t—"

But it was already too late.

Just as the man reached his car and went to open the door, Yoongi’s hand shot out, seizing his wrist in an iron grip. The sudden force made the man jerk back, his entire body freezing as he spun around in shock.

"What the hell? Let go of me!" he barked, trying to yank his arm free. But Yoongi’s grip only tightened.

The air between them grew thick, tension crackling like electricity.

"Did you just imply that I'm blind?" Yoongi's voice was low, calm, but it held an underlying menace that sent a chill down the man’s spine. "Let me show you just how well I can see."

And before the man could react, Yoongi twisted his arm roughly and shoved him back. He stumbled, his balance faltering as he crashed to the ground with a grunt.