YoU ArE OnLy MiNe || YOONMIN~FF ?

? Part ~ 19 ?

The man’s shock quickly turned to anger. Scrambling to his feet, he dusted off his expensive coat, his eyes flashing with fury. "Are you insane? What’s wrong with you?!"

Yoongi took a slow step forward, his expression unreadable. "I'm furious," he admitted, his voice deceptively soft. "And you just made it worse."

Then, without warning, his fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him staggering backward.

"You son of a—!" The man barely had time to curse before Yoongi was on him again, delivering a ruthless punch to his stomach. The man gasped, doubling over in pain.

"Yoongi!" Hoseok shouted, running forward to intervene. "Stop it! You're going too far!"

But Yoongi wasn’t listening. The world around him had faded, and all he could see was red. Every punch, every kick, every hit—he poured his rage, his helplessness, and his frustration into it. He had lost control, and in that moment, he didn’t care.

The man groaned, his body trembling as he struggled to lift himself from the pavement. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, his breathing ragged. Yet Yoongi showed no sign of stopping.

Hoseok reached him just in time, grabbing his arm before he could land another brutal strike. "Yoongi, stop it! You might kill him!"

For a moment, Yoongi didn’t move. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his knuckles bruised and bloodied. Then, with one final harsh kick to the man's abdomen, he relented.

The man coughed, groaning in pain as he clutched his ribs. He glared up at Yoongi, hatred burning in his eyes. But before he could say anything, Yoongi crouched down, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him close.

"Listen carefully," Yoongi murmured, his voice eerily composed. "You should know better than to cross me."

The man shuddered, finally recognizing who he was dealing with. "Who... who the hell are you?" he rasped, his voice weak.

Yoongi smirked, his lips curling cruelly. "The ruler of the Mafia underworld," he whispered darkly.

The man's face is drained of color. His breathing hitched, realization dawning upon him. He nodded rapidly, his entire body trembling.

Yoongi released his grip, standing tall as he gazed down at the man like he was nothing more than an insect beneath his shoe. "Now, get the hell out of here," he commanded, his voice dripping with venom. "And don’t ever let me see your pathetic face again."

Without hesitation, the man scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he rushed to his car and sped away into the night.

Hoseok exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. "Damn it, Yoongi," he muttered, exhausted from trying to control him. "Do you even hear yourself anymore?"

Yoongi let out a humorless chuckle, wiping the blood off his knuckles with the back of his hand. "I hear myself just fine," he said, voice devoid of emotion.

And with that, he turned on his heel, leaving Hoseok to stare after him with a heavy heart.

Because this?

This wasn’t the Yoongi he once knew.

As Yoongi staggered toward the exit of the bar, the night air hit him like a slap to the face, momentarily clearing the fog in his mind. But before he could take another step, a firm grip latched onto his arm, pulling him back.