The chamber echoed with silence.

Jungkook stood in front of her, gun shaking in his hand.

YN—tied, bruised, bleeding—kept her eyes on him.

Then footsteps.

Measured. Confident.

The man behind it all emerged from the shadows—

Jung Minho, the Leader of the Wolf Syndicate.

His eyes were sharp, dead.

Smiling like a devil with a secret.

“You want the truth?” he said, circling YN like a predator. “You all deserve to hear it. Especially you, girl.”

The boys looked at him warily.

Jungkook clenched his fists, gun still in his hand, teeth gritted.

“Let’s start with introductions,” Jung Minho said. “I am your father.”

The words crashed into the air like a bomb.

“What?” YN whispered.

“Yes,” he said coldly. “Your real father. Not the man who raised you. He was a placeholder. A weak fool.”

Everyone froze.

“Your mother was mine,” Jung Minho continued, tone turning cruel. “She was my mistress. And when she dared to get pregnant… with you, she betrayed me. Ran away. Hid.”

His face twisted in disgust.

“She thought she could escape the Wolf Syndicate. That I wouldn’t find her. But I did. And when I did, I ordered them both dead. Her and that man she called her husband.”

“No…” YN choked out, her eyes burning, blood draining from her face.

“I was going to kill you too,” he added casually. “But your body was never found. Guess fate had other plans.”

Her heart cracked in her chest. Her mind was spinning. Vomit crawled up her throat.

“And do you want to know whose advice made me agree to kill my own child?”

He smiled cruelly and turned to the shadows.

Another man stepped forward.

Jeon Hyun-soo. Jungkook’s father.

“This man,” Jung Minho declared, “told me a child born of weakness should not exist. He said kill it before it becomes a threat. Before she becomes a monster.”

“And yet…” he chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Look what you’ve become. A monster like me. My daughter.”

YN’s entire body froze. The room spun.

Jungkook’s hand fell limp to his side, the gun slipping from his grip.

“No,” YN whispered. “You’re lying.”

“Oh, it’s the truth,” Jung Minho replied. “You are my blood. My daughter. Born to be a killer, and you proved it.”

Her entire body shook in rage, in disbelief, in heartbreak. She was burning. Crying without tears.

“You killed my parents…” she whispered.

“I killed my mistress. And a coward who tried to play daddy,” he corrected.

“AND YOU…” she looked at Jungkook’s father now, her voice rising, “you gave him the idea?!”

Jeon Hyun-soo didn’t blink.

Didn’t even flinch.

Jungkook looked at his father like he was seeing him for the first time in his life.

“You knew?” he whispered hoarsely. “You knew she was a child? That she… she was innocent?”

“Innocence is a weakness,” his father replied.

“You… bastard.”

Silence followed.

It was the kind of truth that didn't set you free—

It chained you to hell.

And YN sat there, broken but furious, tied to a chair, breathing like a caged animal.

“You’re not my father,” she spat, eyes glowing with rage. “You’re just a rotting corpse waiting to happen.”

Jung Minho chuckled.

“You’ll see the truth eventually, daughter. Blood is not a choice. It’s a legacy.”

The silence was suffocating.

YN sat bloodied and tied.

The boys, still restrained, stared in mute shock.

Jungkook’s gun was still on the floor, forgotten. His eyes locked on his father. Breath ragged. Hands trembling.

And then—

The man spoke again.

Jeon Hyun-soo stepped forward, voice cold, almost bored.

“Since truths are pouring out, let me tell you something too, son.”

Jungkook blinked, barely able to stand straight from the whiplash of revelations.

“Your mother…”

The room seemed to stop breathing.

“…She was never sick.”

“What…?” Jungkook whispered.

“She was a complication. A woman with a heart. With morals. Always questioning me. Always trying to protect you.”

Hyun-soo’s face twisted, like he tasted something sour.

“She wanted out. She wanted to leave this life. Take you and run far away from me. From the empire I built. The power I earned.”

Jungkook took a step back, shaking his head.

“So I ended it,” Hyun-soo said flatly. “I killed her. Slit her throat like a lamb.”

“NO—” Jungkook shouted, voice cracking.

“I told you she died in her sleep. Told you her heart gave out. You cried for days, like a broken dog.”

“Shut up—” Jungkook’s voice was strained, guttural, like it came from deep in his chest.

“She was weak. Just like I feared you’d become,” Hyun-soo said with venom. “Turns out, you did. Look at you. Unable to pull the trigger on a girl who's ruined everything.”

His voice dropped.

“You disappoint me.”

It was like the words ripped through Jungkook’s soul.

He stared at his father—this man who raised him, molded him, trained him.

The man who’d murdered his mother. Lied to his face. Broken everything sacred.

“You… you killed her,” Jungkook whispered, tears lining his eyes. “You killed my mom.”

“She had it coming,” Hyun-soo said without a flicker of remorse. “Just like that one,” he pointed at YN, “if she doesn’t get in line.”

Something inside Jungkook snapped.

His breath caught. His jaw clenched. And then—

“You’re no father to me,” Jungkook said in a low, trembling voice. “You’re a monster wearing my last name.”

“You raised me to be like you,” he continued, stepping closer, “but I never will be.”

And then he picked up the gun.

Aimed it—not at YN—but at the man who gave him life and stole it in the same breath.

“You killed my mother… and you want me to kill the only person who ever made me feel alive?” he growled.

“You’ll regret this—”

“No,” Jungkook interrupted, eyes cold now. “You will.”

The room was filled with the weight of betrayal.

But YN… she hadn’t spoken a word.

Her eyes weren’t on Jungkook.

Not on his father.

Not even on the Wolf Syndicate leader who had revealed the most harrowing truth of her life.

Her focus—was her hands.

Blood pulsed in her ears like war drums. Her heart ached, her mind screamed, but her hands… they worked with precision. Quiet. Steady.

Because she knew.

She knew this day might come.

That’s why she’d worn the black metal bracelet Jungkook once teased her about. The one with the tiny embedded blade inside the clasp—something he helped design for her “just in case.”

The ropes burned her wrists, but the blade sliced through fiber by fiber.

Each pass of steel against rope was a vow.

A promise.

And then—SNAP.

Her wrists were free.

Her eyes shot up, locking with the boys’. Their eyes widened in surprise—but they said nothing. Only exchanged nods.

They knew.

The time had come.

Then—she moved.

Like lightning.

With a growl ripping from her throat, she lunged at Jung Minho, her biological father—the man who slaughtered her parents, her aunt, her past.

“You think I’ll carry your name?” she snarled, tackling him to the ground.

“I’d rather die!”

He grunted, stumbling back from the sheer force. Blood spattered as she elbowed his face and drove a knee into his stomach.

Chaos exploded.

Jungkook’s fist collided with his father’s face—crack—sending the older man backward into a steel table. Jungkook’s knuckles split, but he didn’t stop.

“You killed her,” he spat.

“You killed my mother!”

Namjoon used the moment to twist his tied wrists under his legs, using a shard of broken glass to cut through his binds. Within seconds, Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi followed suit.

The room became a battlefield.

Gunshots echoed.

Grunts. Screams.

Metal clashed. Bodies slammed.

Jungkook was merciless. His fists became weapons, each strike landing with fury built from years of lies.

“You used me!” he roared, blocking a swing from his father before throwing him against a concrete pillar.

On the other end of the room, YN’s battle was savage. Jung Minho had underestimated her strength, her rage, her trauma. And it was costing him.

"You burned my life to the ground,” she growled, dodging his blade and slamming her forearm into his throat.

“You took my parents. My aunt. My childhood. My peace!”

She didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

Blood stained her fists. Her lip was bleeding. There was a cut across her cheek. But she moved like she was untouchable.

Because this wasn’t just revenge.

This was justice.

Behind her, the BTS members fought like wolves—Black Serpents unleashed with fire in their veins. The room was war-torn, but the unity in their purpose burned brighter than the chaos.

Finally, YN knocked Jung Minho down, straddling his chest, breathing heavily.

“Say my mother’s name,” she demanded, holding a blade to his throat.

He coughed blood, laughing weakly.

“You… you’re mine…”

“Wrong,” she whispered.

And then she drove the blade forward.

To be continued...