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⚠️ Mature 18+ Warning

This story contains strong mature themes and is intended for readers aged 18 and above.

It includes:

• Dark romance

• Mafia violence

• Kidnapping

• male Pregnancy & miscarriage

• Emotional trauma

• Toxic / possessive relationships

Psychological intensity Sensitive themes that may be triggering to some readers Reader discretion is strongly advised.

This is a fictional story created for entertainment purposes only. The characters, events, and relationships do not promote or justify harmful behavior in real life.

If you are uncomfortable with dark, emotional, or intense content, please do not continue.

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🕵️‍♂️ Jung Hoseok

Underground Police Name: J-Hope Works in: Busan

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• An underground officer working on dangerous secret missions. • Deeply passionate about his job — justice means everything to him. • Namjoon’s best friend. • Jungkook’s cousin and elder brother figure. • Currently in a relationship. • His lover’s name is Miya. • Calm, sharp-minded, and fearless… but hides emotional scars behind his bright smile.

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🔥 Min Yoongi

Mafia Name: Agust D Lives in: Seoul Older brother: Jin

• The most feared and powerful mafia leader in South Korea. • Cold, calculating, and ruthless when it comes to enemies. • Not interested in women. • Not interested in relationships — only one-night stands. • No one knows his real identity as Min Yoongi. • His underground name “Agust D” dominates the criminal world. • Best friends with Jimin and Taehyung. • Emotionally distant. • Dangerously intelligent. • A man who never planned to fall in love.

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Busan Police Station — 5:00 PM

The dim office light cast long shadows across the room.

A man sat lazily in his chair, rolling a small metal sphere between his fingers.

His expression was unreadable, calm — but authoritative.

The officer standing in front of him straightened immediately.

He bowed respectfully and left without another word. From the tone alone, it was obvious — the man in the chair was superior to both of them.

A few minutes later, the door opened again.

A man dressed in black stepped inside. His soft fringe fell slightly over his forehead, and his lips naturally curved into a heart shape. He walked forward confidently and saluted the senior officer.

The senior officer glanced at the man who had brought Hoseok.

The officer bowed once more and exited the room, leaving them alone. The man in the chair leaned back slightly.

Namjoon’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

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🕶️ Kim Namjoon Occupation: Underground Police Leader

• The most respected and intelligent leader in the underground police unit. • Calm, strategic, and highly observant. • Hoseok’s best friend since college — their bond is unbreakable. • A natural-born leader who always protects his team first. Behind his strong and composed exterior… • He is deeply, hopelessly in love with Jin. • A one-sided love he has never confessed. • Jealous. • Possessive. • But still kind and caring — especially when it comes to the one he loves. He hides his emotions well. But when it comes to Jin… his heart is not as strong as his mind. (NOTE: Has a little space (age regression state) when he is emotionally overwhelmed or under extreme stress. In that state he becomes very vulnerable and childlike.)

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Hoseok immediately understood the tone.

Namjoon only spoke like this when it was about a mission. Otherwise, he would joke, tease, or act casually.

Without arguing, Hoseok walked over and sat beside him, turning to look directly at his best friend.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Without another word, Namjoon pulled Hoseok into a tight hug.

Hoseok hugged him back immediately.

After a moment, Hoseok pulled away.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in disbelief. He broke the hug completely and stared at him.

Grumbling under his breath, Hoseok rushed out of the office.

The door closed. Namjoon’s laughter slowly faded.

And then… it turned into silence.

His smile disappeared, replaced by tears gathering in his eyes.

Outside the door, someone stood hidden in the shadows.

Listening.

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Seoul — Private Strip Club

Dim neon lights flickered across the dark interior.

The air was thick — heavy with alcohol, cigarette smoke, and expensive perfume. Laughter blended with low music and the clinking of glasses. This wasn’t a place for ordinary people. Mafia members, illegal dealers, and smugglers frequented this club. Power and sin walked hand in hand here.

On one of the private couches sat a man with sharp feline features. His face looked almost cute — like a cat — but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Min Yoongi.

A man leaned close to him, lips brushing against his neck. Yoongi allowed it, bored, detached, as if it meant nothing.

Beside him, a soft-looking man with mochi-like cheeks — Jimin — was equally distracted, whispering something to another guest while lazily sipping his drink.

The club doors suddenly opened.

A tall man with long dark hair falling over his forehead stepped inside. His sharp jaw tightened the moment he saw them.

Taehyung.

He walked straight toward them, irritation clear on his face.

Yoongi didn’t even look at him.

Taehyung ignored the teasing and leaned closer.

That got Yoongi’s attention.

Yoongi’s expression changed instantly. The lazy boredom disappeared, replaced with cold focus.

Without another word, Taehyung turned and walked out toward the parking area.

Yoongi stood up slowly.

Jimin followed.

Because if Seon called, it was never something small.

Seon worked directly under Yoongi.

And if he said there was a problem…

Then something serious had just begun.

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🎯 Park Jimin

Role: Sniper in Yoongi’s Gang

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• The sniper of Yoongi’s organization. • Calm and precise when handling a gun. • Childhood best friend of Taehyung. • Secretly in love with Taehyung since school days. • Wants a relationship with Teahyung. • Never confessed because he is afraid of rejection. • Min Yoongi and Taehyung’s close friend. • When he was in 10 years old, his parents died in a train accident. • Since then, he learned to stay strong on his own.

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🖥️ Kim Taehyung

Role: Yoongi’s Hacker

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• The genius hacker behind Yoongi’s empire. • Cold-minded when working, unpredictable when angry. • Studied in the same college as Jungkook — but he was Jungkook’s senior. • Has a quiet, hidden crush on Jungkook. • Never confessed because of the age difference and fear of rejection. • Jimin’s childhood best friend. • Joined Yoongi when he was struggling to find a job — Yoongi gave him an opportunity when no one else did. • Loyal. • Sharp. • Protective. He doesn’t believe in relationships… but his heart betrays him whenever Jungkook is near.

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Night.

The three of them drove straight to Seon’s house.

Yoongi stepped out first and pressed the doorbell, his expression unreadable.

From inside, a cautious voice called out.

A pause.

A second later, the door unlocked.

Seon opened it carefully, scanning the surroundings before letting them in. Yoongi walked past him without another word, looking completely bored. Taehyung and Jimin followed behind.

The three men sat down on the sofa.

Yoongi didn’t react. But Taehyung glanced at Jimin knowingly.

Because in their world… Good and bad were just words.

Seon adjusted his invincible glasses slightly.

Yoongi’s jaw tightened for a second. He clearly didn’t like that answer.

Seon’s expression turned serious.

Silence filled the room.

Taehyung leaned forward immediately.

Seon shook his head.

Yoongi let out a low chuckle. A dangerous smirk spread across his face.

I think they enjoy sending their people to die by my hands.

His tone was calm. Too calm. He stood up slowly.

Seon nodded.

Without another word, Yoongi walked toward the door. Taehyung and Jimin followed behind him.

Outside, the night air felt colder. And somewhere in Busan… An underground officer was preparing to walk straight into the lion’s den.

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Hoseok’s House — Late Night

Hoseok turned at the familiar voice.

She stood in front of him, worry clear in her eyes.

Mia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Hoseok hugged her back.

They had been together for two years. Yet Hoseok had never been the first to say I love you. He had never even proposed — Mia was the one who had confessed first.

Hoseok was shy when it came to love. Always hesitant. Always awkward. And Mia never pressured him for more.

He picked up his luggage.

He turned back.

Hoseok froze.

Mia stepped closer.

Hoseok instinctively took a small step back. She stepped forward again until his back lightly touched the wall.

She paused when she noticed the discomfort in his eyes. Instead, she gently kissed his cheek.

Hoseok blinked.

For some reason, that sentence made his chest tighten.

Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

She hugged him again, comforting him.

Mia hesitated.

He gave her his bright sunshine smile.

Mia’s smile flickered for just a second.

Hoseok picked up his luggage and walked out of the house.

The door closed. And behind him… Mia’s soft expression slowly turned into a faint smirk.

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Airport

Hoseok stood at the airport, waiting for his flight to arrive. The terminal was crowded and noisy, but his mind was somewhere else — already thinking about the mission waiting for him in Seoul.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

“Hyung! Hoseok hyung!”

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Jeon Jungkook

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• Third-year college student in the Computer Science department. • Hoseok’s cousin, but they share a bond like real brothers. • Kind, shy, and usually quiet, but can become bold and confident when necessary. • Has a secret crush on Kim Taehyung, who is his senior in college. (now Taehyung didn't studying) • Often feels jealous of Jimin because Taehyung and Jimin are very close. • Later becomes involved in an undercover police operation led by Officer Ken, where he helps with technical support and hacking.

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Jungkook ran toward him with a bright smile.

Hoseok blinked for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Jungkook crossed his arms and looked at him with a small pout.

Hoseok chuckled and gently patted Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before looking directly at Hoseok.

Hoseok froze.

After thinking for a moment, Hoseok walked toward Jungkook’s teachers and talked with them privately. He told them that Jungkook would be staying with him in Seoul.

Of course… it was a lie.

Luckily, there was an empty seat available on the same flight. Soon, Jungkook was able to board the plane with Hoseok.

Hoseok glanced at his cousin and sighed quietly.

He had a strange feeling that bringing Jungkook with him… might change everything.

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Next Day — Evening

Namjoon’s House

Namjoon had taken a day off from work today. But resting didn’t help him at all.

The only thought repeating in his mind was the same one again and again:

Guilt was eating him alive. Sending his best friend away on such a dangerous mission felt like the biggest mistake of his life.

Because of that, he couldn’t focus on anything. He hadn’t eaten properly since morning. He even skipped breakfast.

He just sat there, lost in his thoughts.

'Knock… knock'

Someone knocked on the door. Namjoon slowly walked over and opened it.

For a moment, his face showed shock. Then it quickly turned into anger.

The man at the door smirked slightly.

Without waiting for permission, he walked into the house. Namjoon hated it.

He kept staring at him with pure anger, but the man didn’t seem to care at all.

The man smiled slightly.

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Kimseok jin

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• Yoongi's older brother

• Works secretly with powerful underground connections • Very intelligent and calm Looks gentle. • Knows about Namjoon's one-sided love for him. But he keeps his distance from Namjoon. • because he is afraid Namjoon will get hurt if he becomes involved in his dangerous life. • Cold on the outside But secretly cares about Namjoon.

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In anger, Namjoon grabbed Jin by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

His eyes were burning with rage, but tears were also falling down his cheeks.

They were red and trembling. Jin studied his face carefully.

Punch.

Namjoon’s fist slammed into Jin’s face. Jin clearly didn’t expect that.

For a moment he looked shocked, but he quickly restrained himself from hitting back.

Namjoon completely lost control. He started grabbing things around the room and throwing them to the floor.

Crash.

Glass shattered.

Objects broke.

Jin didn’t stop him.

He just stood there silently, watching Namjoon destroy everything. Finally, Namjoon collapsed to his knees.

Crying.

Namjoon fell completely to the floor, crying like a child. His body trembled as he sobbed.

*frowned slightly*... Why are you crying like a baby?

Namjoon’s voice suddenly changed — small, soft, broken.

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Seoul, Korea – Airport

Hoseok and Jungkook finally arrived safely in Seoul. As soon as they stepped out of the airport, both of them felt relieved after the long journey. Jungkook stretched his arms excitedly while looking around the busy airport.

Jungkook looked at Hoseok with bright eyes. He was clearly excited about being in Seoul.

Hoseok smiled at him, but there was still worry in his eyes.

While talking, the two of them started looking for a taxi. Hoseok had already decided that they would stay in a hotel first until he found a house in Seoul.

Just then, a masked man suddenly approached them.

Jungkook looked at the man suspiciously.

The masked driver quietly smirked behind his mask.

💭 Yes, baby boy… but I won't take you where you want. I'll take you where I want.

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The two of them got inside the car.

The driver simply hummed in response and started driving.

As the car moved through the streets, Hoseok casually looked outside at the city lights of Seoul. However, the driver kept glancing at him through the side mirror. Jungkook noticed it too, but he stayed quiet because he didn't want to cause trouble for Hoseok.

After a few minutes, the driver suddenly spoke again.

Hoseok immediately looked at him with a serious expression.

Jungkook sighed but stayed quiet.

Hoseok's expression suddenly turned dark, and the atmosphere inside the car became tense.

Jungkook's heart started beating faster. Even the driver felt a strange chill in the air.

Hoseok immediately realized that Jungkook had become scared. He sighed softly.

Hoseok then pulled Jungkook into a warm hug.

Slowly, Jungkook calmed down in his arms. After a moment, Hoseok gave his usual bright sunshine smile, and the tense atmosphere inside the car disappeared. Jungkook laughed softly like a little rabbit who finally felt safe again.

Hoseok then turned toward the driver.

The driver hummed quietly and continued driving. The ride became silent again.

However, after a few minutes, something started to feel strange.

They had already passed two hotels, but the driver didn't stop. Instead, he suddenly turned the car toward another road.

Now Hoseok started feeling suspicious.

The driver didn't respond.

But the driver ignored him and pressed the accelerator harder.

The car sped away from the city lights and entered a dark forest road.

Jungkook's eyes widened.

Finally, the car stopped in the middle of the forest.

Before Hoseok could react, the driver suddenly opened the door, grabbed him, and threw him out of the car.

He tried to get out of the car immediately, but Hoseok shook his head at him, silently telling him not to move.

Jungkook froze.

Hoseok slowly stood up and glared at the masked man.

The man laughed softly and removed his mask.

The forest was quiet, eerily so, until Hoseok’s voice cut through the stillness.

He screamed, every ounce of fear and anger laced in his words.

Hoseok and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the name. Yoongi—the legendary mafia leader. From the shadows, his men emerged, surrounding them. Hoseok’s gaze hardened as he stared each one down. Jungkook, however, looked on in shock. He recognized them immediately—it was Vmin.

A smirk tugged at Yoongi’s lips.

Hoseok’s eyes never left Yoongi. His fists clenched, but he stayed silent.

Without hesitation, Hoseok pushed Jungkook behind him. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with fear, and his voice barely a whisper.

Yoongi’s smirk widened. He drew his gun and aimed directly at Jungkook. Hoseok’s jaw tightened, silent fury blazing as his brother was taken. They tied Jungkook’s hands and set him behind Yoongi, just as the mafia leader had ordered.

Jimin, standing nearby, pressed a hand over Jungkook’s mouth, preventing him from speaking. Jungkook’s anger flared—not just at the situation, but at Jimin. He had never liked him in college, and now seeing this act only fueled his frustration.

Hoseok said, his voice steady and commanding, turning back to Yoongi.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a faint smile, and he nodded. His men carried Jungkook away. Jungkook’s eyes brimmed with tears, and he glanced at Hoseok, who gave him a look that said: “Hyung will take care of everything.”

The forest seemed to hold its breath as Hoseok’s gaze never wavered from Yoongi. This was only the beginning.

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Yoongi’s hand shot out, gripping Hoseok’s wrist with a strength that made him stumble. Before Hoseok could react, he was pulled hard and shoved into the car. The door slammed shut with a force that rattled the vehicle.

Hoseok sat upright, calm, unshaken. Every muscle in his body radiated control, and for some reason, that only made Yoongi’s anger flare higher.

Yoongi’s voice was low, dangerous, almost a growl.

Hoseok hesitated, searching for the right words.

Hoseok’s mind raced.

The car roared down the darkened forest road, the tires cutting through the silence. Neither Hoseok nor Yoongi spoke. The only sound was the hum of the engine, heavy with unspoken tension.

Hoseok’s heart pounded—not with fear of himself, but with worry for Jungkook. He clenched his fists in his lap, silently vowing: 'I will protect him, no matter what.'

The journey continued, tense and quiet, every second stretching like a lifetime.

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The car finally stopped in front of a mansion so grand, Hoseok felt his chest tighten. He had never seen anything like this before—so many floors, endless windows reflecting the moonlight, and gates that seemed to guard an entire kingdom.

Hoseok froze, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide. He didn’t know whether to be impressed or scared.

Yoongi, noticing the reaction, let a small, sharp smirk curl on his lips. He stepped forward, arms crossed over his chest, and stood just a few feet in front of Hoseok.

Yoongi's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made Hoseok swallow hard.

Hoseok blinked, then tried to gather himself. He had come here expecting danger—but not this. Not a mansion that screamed power, wealth, and… control.

Yoongi turned and started walking toward the grand entrance, each step confident, deliberate. Hoseok, like a lost puppy, followed him, his eyes still darting around, drinking in every detail.

The glow from the windows, the perfectly manicured gardens, the sheer size of the place—it was overwhelming. Hoseok didn’t notice Yoongi’s amused smile as he watched him stumble slightly, captivated by the mansion’s magnificence.

Yoongi said lightly, and Hoseok hurried to catch up, trying not to seem out of place… but failing miserably.

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Hoseok wandered through the mansion, his eyes wide as he took in every detail. He moved carefully, but in his distraction, he accidentally bumped into someone.

Yoongi.

Slowly, he turned to look at Hoseok, a sharp, unreadable smirk on his face.

Hoseok muttered, tilting his head down, fidgeting with his hands, his body trembling slightly.

His eyes stayed cast downward, refusing to meet Yoongi’s gaze.

Yoongi leaned closer, his hand moving to Hoseok’s waist, pulling him gently toward his face. Hoseok stiffened, irritated.

He tried to push Yoongi’s hand away, but Yoongi’s grip remained firm, tugging him to the side. Hoseok froze, hand now resting lightly over Yoongi’s, unable—or unwilling—to resist. His cheek brushed against Yoongi’s as he leaned in slightly.

Yoongi’s lips moved near Hoseok’s ear, voice low and husky.

Hoseok answered, knuckles tight, eyes closed, trusting and obedient like a child.

Yoongi’s smirk deepened, pleased by the sight. He leaned closer, lips brushing against Hoseok’s neck, teasing but never fully touching.

Yoongi pulled his hand back quickly, stopping just before Hoseok’s hand touched him. Hoseok blinked, panicked for a moment, cheeks burning.

He couldn’t find the words to explain the flustered mess of feelings coursing through him.

Hoseok admitted, voice barely above a whisper, turning even redder at his own confession.

Thankfully, Hoseok realized Yoongi hadn’t noticed his flushed state—or more embarrassingly, his pants.

A voice interrupted them. “Sir, I’ve prepared what you requested.”

The servant bowed and left, and Hoseok blinked, confused. Why had Yoongi said that? He didn’t have time to think, though—Yoongi had already started walking, leaving Hoseok no choice but to follow.

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Yoongi’s Room

Hoseok continued following Yoongi through the long hallway of the mansion. The place felt endless, every step echoing softly against the polished floors. After walking silently for a while, a question formed in Hoseok’s mind.

Yoongi stopped walking and turned to look at him.

Hoseok stood there calmly, his face blank, as if he had just asked a normal question.

A small smirk appeared on Hoseok’s lips.

Yoongi stared at him silently. For a moment, it looked like he was about to say something, but a memory flashed in his mind, stopping the words before they could escape.

Yoongi’s thoughts raced.

But something stopped him.

Fear.

Fear that Hoseok wouldn’t accept it.

Clearing his throat slightly, Yoongi changed the subject.

Yoongi looked at him for a moment before answering calmly.

He turned and opened a large door.

The moment Hoseok heard those words, his heart began beating wildly.

His eyes widened.

Heat rushed through his body, and his hands trembled slightly.

A memory from the past flickered in his mind—something he didn’t want to remember.

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Namjoon’s Room

The room was quiet now.

After the earlier chaos, Jin had somehow managed to calm Namjoon down. But it hadn’t been easy. Namjoon was in his little space, clinging to Jin’s words like a child repeating the same things again and again.

Jin liked hearing Namjoon talk like that… but the constant repetition and refusal to listen was starting to test his patience.

But Namjoon only shook his head stubbornly.

Jin sighed, rubbing his temple. The tall man in front of him looked nothing like the powerful person everyone knew. Right now, Namjoon just looked small… fragile.

Still, when Namjoon ignored him again, Jin finally lost his patience.

Smack.

The sound echoed softly in the room as Jin slapped Namjoon on the butt.

Namjoon immediately froze. Then his eyes filled with tears.

His lips trembled as he tried to hold back the crying, biting his lower lip. The sight was so unexpected that Jin couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him.

Jin covered his mouth, still smiling.

Namjoon sniffled softly.

Jin’s smile softened instantly.

Namjoon didn’t hesitate even for a second.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Jin, burying his face in Jin’s chest. Almost immediately, the tears stopped and a small smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that made Jin’s chest feel warm.

Jin blinked in confusion at first. But when he looked closer at Namjoon’s sleepy eyes, he finally understood.

Without saying anything more, Jin guided him toward the bed.

They both lay down, and Namjoon immediately curled closer, resting against Jin’s chest. Jin wrapped his arms around him, holding him carefully.

Namjoon had asked for it like a child seeking comfort… and Jin couldn’t refuse him.

But as Namjoon slowly drifted toward sleep, Jin’s mind was far from peaceful.

Now Jin couldn’t even leave for Seoul like he had planned.

Namjoon shifted slightly in his arms.

The room fell silent again as Namjoon slowly drifted into sleep.

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Vmin house

Jungkook’s cries echoed through the quiet house as he walked in, his steps uneven and angry. The sound irritated both Taehyung and Jimin, who were sitting in the living room. Still, neither of them spoke at first.

Taehyung simply watched him.

Jungkook had always had this effect on him. No matter how reckless or rude Jungkook acted, Taehyung found himself unable to truly get angry. A quiet, hidden crush he had carried for years kept his words locked behind his teeth.

Jimin, however, had no such restraint.

The moment Jungkook passed them, Jimin stood up sharply and grabbed his wrist, squeezing it tightly before dragging him inside.

The insult barely left his mouth before the room went silent.

Jimin’s grip tightened, his expression darkening. Jungkook didn’t bother fighting back; he had never liked Jimin—not since their college days. The hatred between them had only grown worse over time, especially after Jimin and Taehyung became a couple.

Suddenly—

SLAP!

The sharp sound cut through the room.

Jungkook’s head snapped to the side as Jimin’s palm connected with his cheek.

Jimin said coldly, his voice trembling with anger.

Taehyung’s voice rang out sharply.

Both of them froze.

Taehyung rarely raised his voice, which made the moment even more shocking. His eyes flickered toward Jungkook, concern flashing across his face before he tried to calm the situation.

Jimin slowly released Jungkook’s hand, though his chest was still rising and falling with anger.

For a moment, the three of them simply stared at each other.

Then Taehyung spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

A small smirk appeared on Jungkook’s lips immediately. But Jimin’s reaction was very different.

His eyes widened in shock, and before he could stop himself, a tear slipped down his cheek. He looked at Taehyung as if he had just heard something impossible.

Taehyung noticed it instantly.

But Jimin had already turned away. Without saying a single word, he walked past them and disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him.

The silence that followed felt heavier than any argument. Taehyung stood frozen, guilt twisting inside his chest.

Jungkook, however, only watched the closed door with an unreadable expression. And the night was far from over.

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(A/N: If you want to read this like Wattpad style, i published in Wattpad too. This is available in YouTube too.)

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Jimin’s Bedroom

Jimin rushed into his room and quickly locked the door behind him.

The moment the lock clicked, his composure shattered.

He covered his mouth as tears slipped down his cheeks. His chest felt tight, heavy — like something was pressing down on him.

A knock sounded from the other side of the door.

Jimin quickly wiped his tears and forced his voice to steady.

There was a short silence.

Taehyung answered, though he didn’t sound convinced.

After a few seconds, Taehyung’s footsteps faded away.

Jimin slowly slid down against the door, his shoulders trembling.

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He stood up after a while and walked to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, staring at his reflection.

Even as he said those words, they hurt.

After changing into comfortable clothes, Jimin lay down on his bed. The exhaustion from crying pulled him into sleep faster than he expected.

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He forgot to unlock the door. Later, Taehyung knocked again.

No answer.

Taehyung tried the handle.

Locked.

A slight frown appeared on his face. Something felt strange.

He pulled out his phone and called Jimin.

Inside the room, Jimin stirred awake. His eyes were still heavy with sleep as he reached for his phone.

On the other side, Taehyung smiled unconsciously at his sleepy voice.

For a second, Jimin’s face softened hearing Tae’s voice. But then he remembered earlier — Jungkook, the room, the tear.

His expression changed.

There was a pause.

Jimin ended the call almost immediately. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling.

The room was silent.

He didn’t even realize when tears began sliding from the corners of his eyes again.

And this time, there was no one knocking on the door.

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yoongi’s Bedroom

Yoongi looked at him for a moment before answering calmly.

He turned and opened a large door.

The moment Hoseok heard those words, his heart began beating wildly. His eyes widened.

Heat rushed through his body, and his hands trembled slightly. A memory from the past flickered in his mind—something he didn’t want to remember.

And suddenly, the air between them felt much heavier than before.

Hoseok's heart began pounding so loudly he was sure Yoongi could hear it. His palms felt warm, slightly trembling.

Hoseok said, though his voice betrayed the nervousness he tried to hide.

Before Hoseok could react, Yoongi gently pushed him backward. They fell onto the bed, the mattress dipping under their weight.

Hoseok’s breath caught as he realized he was underneath.

Yoongi hovered above him, close — too close.

Hoseok’s heart was racing wildly now. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the tension in his body. He wanted to push Yoongi away… but he didn’t.

Hoseok turned his head to the side, refusing to meet his eyes. Yoongi leaned down slowly, his breath brushing against Hoseok’s ear.

Hoseok replied, though his fingers were gripping the bedsheet tightly.

Yoongi’s lips brushed lightly near his ear — not forceful, just enough to make Hoseok shiver.

Yoongi noticed everything. The trembling. The warmth. The way Hoseok’s breath grew uneven.

Hoseok said, his face burning with embarrassment. He hated that his body reacted this way. Hated that Yoongi could see it.

Yoongi’s teasing expression softened slightly.

Hoseok’s eyes flickered toward him.

Yoongi held his gaze this time — no smirk, no teasing.

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

The room went silent.

And for the first time since they entered the room, Yoongi gave Hoseok the choice.

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Next Morning

Soft morning light slipped through the curtains. Hoseok stirred in his sleep, shifting slightly under the sheets. His body felt heavy, warm… unfamiliar. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

Yoongi wasn’t beside him.

Hoseok blinked, sitting up slightly. He quickly pulled the bedsheet up to his chest when he noticed he was only half-dressed. His gaze found Yoongi near the edge of the bed, searching for something on the floor.

Hoseok asked, his voice still thick with sleep. Yoongi didn’t look at him.

The words landed like a slap. Hoseok’s fingers tightened around the sheet.

Yoongi finally straightened up, irritation visible on his face.

The indifference in his tone broke something inside Hoseok. Hoseok looked down at the floor, trying to hold back the sob rising in his throat.

Before he could move away, Yoongi suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Hoseok by the collar and pushing him back onto the bed.

Hoseok didn’t fight back. He just looked up at Yoongi through blurred vision, silent tears sliding down his cheeks.

There was pain in his eyes — not anger. Not hatred. Just hurt. For a second, Yoongi’s expression flickered.

Then he let go abruptly and turned away. Without another word, he walked out and slammed the door shut.

The room fell into heavy silence. Hoseok covered his face with both hands as the sobs finally escaped him.

The morning sunlight no longer felt warm. It felt cold.

And for the first time since meeting Yoongi, Hoseok felt completely alone.

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Yoongi’s Hall

The grand hall felt too large. Too cold.

Hoseok stood near the center of the marble floor, staring at nothing. His mind wasn’t in the present — it was trapped in last night.

Every word. Every touch. Every promise. It kept replaying.

That name.

That name again.

Before she could finish, Hoseok knocked the glass from her hands.

It shattered against the floor, white milk spreading across the polished marble.

Silence.

The maids immediately bent down to clean it without another word.

Hoseok’s chest rose and fell heavily. Then footsteps echoed from the entrance.

Yoongi.

He stopped when he saw the broken glass. His jaw tightened.

SLAP!

The sound echoed sharply. Hoseok froze in shock as Yoongi’s hand struck the maid across his cheek.

The maid’s eyes filled with tears. Something inside Hoseok snapped.

He stormed forward and grabbed Yoongi by the collar of his shirt. His eyes were red — not from anger alone, but from pain.

Before he could say more—

SLAP!

Yoongi struck him across the cheek. Hoseok stumbled slightly, holding his face.

Yoongi’s expression didn’t soften.

The words shattered whatever was left inside Hoseok. He slowly sank to the floor. The grand hall, with its high ceilings and expensive chandeliers, suddenly felt suffocating.

Yoongi stepped forward and grabbed Hoseok by the hair, pulling him back harshly.

Suddenly—

Footsteps rushed down the stairs.

Yoongi’s expression changed instantly. Calm. Unreadable.

Hoseok slowly pushed himself up from the floor, wiping his face.

Hoseok’s eyes sharpened for the first time since morning.

Silence filled the hall.

For the first time… Yoongi didn’t interrupt. And the power in the room shifted — just slightly.

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Namjoon’s Bedroom.

The room was painted in a soft blush pink — not too bright, not too pale. The curtains were light cream with tiny embroidered stars. A bookshelf stood near the window, filled with art supplies, small plush toys, and framed photos.

And everywhere Jin looked… he saw pieces of himself.

His favorite color. His favorite snacks stacked neatly on the desk. Even a small plush whale he once said he liked — sitting proudly on Namjoon’s pillow.

Jin’s chest tightened. Namjoon was still asleep, curled slightly under the blanket, hair messy across his forehead.

Jin walked closer, carrying a tray of warm food. He gently sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, softly ruffling Namjoon’s hair.

Namjoon’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Sleepy. Soft. Vulnerable. He smiled faintly when he saw Jin.

Jin couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy expression and the way Namjoon’s cheeks were slightly puffed from sleep.

Namjoon obediently walked to the bathroom, still half sleepy. While waiting, Jin looked around the room again.

His fingers brushed over a framed photo of the two of them.

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After Some Time

Namjoon came out of the bathroom, hair damp, wearing soft home clothes. He sat down and began eating quietly.

Jin’s phone rang.

It was Jimin.

Jin answered, stepping slightly aside while Namjoon ate.

Even after Namjoon finished eating, Jin was still on the call. Namjoon stared at him quietly.

The small smile he had earlier slowly faded.

Jin immediately turned, hearing the tone in his voice. He ended the call quickly and walked over, ruffling Namjoon’s hair again.

Namjoon gave a shy smile for a second — but it disappeared just as fast. Jin noticed.

Namjoon looked up at him with unsure eyes.

His thumb brushed lightly over Namjoon’s cheek.

In the soft pink room, under the warm morning light, Namjoon held onto Jin like a child afraid of being left behind.

And Jin held him back — like someone who had already decided he wasn’t going anywhere.

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Taehyung’s Room

Soft morning light slipped through the curtains, spreading gently across the wooden floor and the edge of the bed.

Taehyung’s eyes were already open. He wasn’t asleep. Beside him, Jungkook was still resting peacefully, one arm lazily thrown over the blanket.

Taehyung slowly sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. His chest felt heavy. Jimin’s tearful face from last night wouldn’t leave his mind.

That one tear. That silence. That locked door. He let out a quiet sigh. Behind him, Jungkook shifted slightly and blinked his eyes open.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up, studying Taehyung’s back carefully. There was something different in his posture. Something distant.

Silence filled the room. Taehyung’s fingers tightened slightly over the bedsheet.

Without explaining anything, he stood up and walked toward the door. Jungkook watched him leave, his expression slowly changing. The door clicked shut. Jungkook leaned back slightly and exhaled.

After a few seconds, he got up and walked into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the quiet room. But even inside the bathroom… His thoughts weren’t calm either.

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Vmin’s Hall

Taehyung walked into the hall, planning to knock on Jimin’s door and talk to him. But Jimin was already there. He was sitting on the couch, staring at nothing.

Taehyung paused for a second before walking over and sitting beside him. The moment he sat down, Jimin shifted slightly away. That small movement hurt more than Taehyung expected.

Silence filled the hall.

That sentence broke something. Jimin stood up abruptly.

Taehyung immediately grabbed his wrist, panic flashing in his eyes.

He walked away, leaving Taehyung frozen on the couch.

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After a while, Jimin returned. This time with luggage. Taehyung rushed forward, blocking his path.

Taehyung froze.

Jimin’s expression didn’t change. And the silence that followed felt heavier than everything they had just said.

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