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Rain poured like the sky itself had declared war.

The black car cut through the empty road, headlights slicing the darkness. Inside, silence sat heavy—cold, suffocating, deadly.

Six men.

Six kings of the underworld.

Names whispered in fear—

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Park Jimin

Jeon Jungkook

Ruthless. Untouchable. Merciless.

And tonight—

they had taken something that belonged to their enemy.

---

A loud thud echoed as the car door opened.

A body was dragged out and thrown onto the cold marble floor of a massive, dimly lit mansion.

Silence.

Then—

“…ow.”

A pause.

“…seriously? That’s how you treat guests?” the voice complained, soft but annoyingly alive.

All six men froze for a second.

Slowly…

the boy pushed himself up, shaking his damp hair, completely ignoring the gun still pointed at him.

Kim Taehyung looked around like he had just entered a café instead of a mafia den.

“Hmm… big house. Kinda scary. I like it.”

No fear.

Not even a flicker.

Jungkook’s grip on the gun tightened. “You don’t understand your situation.”

Taehyung tilted his head, eyes curious—not scared.

“I got kidnapped. Yeah, I got that part,” he said casually. “But why do you all look more tense than me?”

A dangerous silence filled the room.

Jimin stepped forward, voice sharp. “Watch your tone.”

Taehyung blinked… then smiled.

“Ohhh, sorry. Should I cry instead? Want me to scream a little? Make it dramatic?”

No answer.

Because no one—

no one had ever reacted like this.

Namjoon’s gaze darkened. “Your father made a mistake.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung hummed, dusting his clothes. “Yeah, he makes a lot of those.”

That caught them off guard.

Yoongi, who had been silent till now, finally spoke—low, dangerous.

“You don’t value your life?”

Taehyung looked at him.

And for a split second—

something unreadable flickered in his eyes.

Then he smiled again.

“Not really.”

The air shifted.

Something about that answer… didn’t feel like a joke.

But before anyone could think deeper—

Taehyung clapped his hands once.

“Anyway! Since I’m kidnapped now, do I get a room? Or do I just sit on the floor like a decorative item?”

Hoseok let out a disbelieving scoff. “Is he insane?”

“Probably,” Jin muttered, eyeing him like a problem he didn’t sign up for.

Taehyung gasped dramatically. “Wow, calling me insane already? We just met. At least take me on a date first.”

Jungkook almost choked.

Jimin looked offended.

Namjoon closed his eyes for a second, like he was already tired.

Yoongi… was watching.

Closely.

Very closely.

---

“Lock him in the guest room,” Namjoon ordered coldly. “No freedom. No contact. No mistakes.”

Two guards stepped forward.

Taehyung raised his hands instantly.

“Wait wait—before that,” he said, pointing at Jungkook, “you.”

Jungkook frowned. “What.”

“You look like the youngest.”

“…so?”

Taehyung grinned.

“You’re cute.”

Dead silence.

Jimin: “What—”

Hoseok: “Did he just—”

Jin: “He’s definitely insane.”

Yoongi smirked faintly.

Namjoon turned away.

And Jungkook—

Jungkook didn’t know why his ears suddenly felt hot.

---

As they dragged him away, Taehyung didn’t resist.

Didn’t struggle.

Didn’t beg.

Instead, his voice echoed down the hallway—

“Hey! Do you guys eat together? Or is it like a ‘everyone broods alone’ type of vibe?”

No response.

“Also I’m hungry!”

Still nothing.

“And I don’t like bland food, so please don’t try to poison me with bad cooking!”

A door slammed shut.

Silence returned.

---

Back in the hall—

Jimin frowned. “Something’s wrong with him.”

Hoseok nodded slowly. “He’s not normal.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightened. “He’s dangerous.”

Jin crossed his arms. “Or stupid.”

Jungkook looked at the closed door.

“…he wasn’t scared.”

Yoongi’s eyes didn’t leave that direction.

“No,” he said quietly.

“He wasn’t.”

---

Inside the locked room—

Taehyung stood still.

Silent.

For the first time.

The smile on his lips slowly faded.

His hand curled slightly… as if holding something invisible.

His eyes lowered.

“…six kings, huh,” he whispered softly.

Then—

he laughed.

Light. careless. mocking.

“Guess this won’t be boring.”

He walked to the bed and dropped onto it, staring at the ceiling.

A faint smile returned.

But this time—

it didn’t reach his eyes.

---

To be continued…

Morning in the mansion was… quiet.

Too quiet.

The kind of silence that usually meant peace.

Or—

something had gone terribly wrong.

In the grand dining hall, the table was already set.

Perfectly arranged.

Elegant.

Untouched.

Kim Seokjin stood there, arms crossed, inspecting everything like a strict mother.

“No one touches anything until everyone is here,” he said firmly.

“Hyung, it’s breakfast, not a military briefing,” Park Jimin sighed, taking a seat.

“Same thing,” Jin replied.

Across the table, Min Yoongi sipped his coffee lazily, while Kim Namjoon read something on his tablet.

Jung Hoseok walked in, stretching. “Did anyone check on the kid?”

“Locked. Secured. Not our problem,” Namjoon answered calmly.

“Good,” Jeon Jungkook muttered, though his eyes flickered slightly.

Meanwhile—

Upstairs.

In a locked room.

A certain “prisoner” sat cross-legged on the bed…

grinning like a villain in a cartoon.

Kim Taehyung held something in his hands.

A small smuggled treasure he had conveniently not been checked for.

“Let’s make this place lively,” he whispered.

Click.

Back in the dining hall—

Jin lifted the lid of the main dish.

“Perfect,” he nodded proudly.

Jimin reached for a bite.

Hoseok grabbed juice.

Namjoon finally put his tablet down.

Yoongi blinked slowly.

Jungkook stretched his hand toward the plate—

And then—

BANG!!!

A loud popping sound exploded from the table.

“WHAT THE—”

Hoseok jumped.

Jimin screamed.

Jungkook nearly flipped his chair.

Jin dropped the spoon.

Namjoon froze.

Yoongi… spilled coffee.

Silence.

Then—

tiny bits of confetti… started falling from the dish.

Confetti.

From breakfast.

“…what,” Namjoon said flatly.

Jimin stared at the food like it had betrayed him. “Is this… a joke?”

Hoseok blinked. “Did the eggs just… explode happiness?”

Yoongi wiped his hand slowly. “I hate this house.”

Jungkook looked around, eyes narrowing.

“…him.”

Upstairs—

Taehyung pressed his ear to the door.

Listening.

Then—

he burst into silent laughter, covering his mouth.

“Hit,” he whispered proudly.

A few minutes later—

The door to his room slammed open.

Taehyung turned dramatically, gasping.

“Oh wow! Visitors! I was getting bored.”

Namjoon stepped in, aura cold enough to freeze the room.

“You think this is funny?”

Taehyung tilted his head innocently. “You didn’t like my welcome gift?”

Jimin crossed his arms. “You messed with our food.”

“Correction,” Taehyung raised a finger, “I improved your boring life.”

Hoseok scoffed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” Tae beamed.

Yoongi leaned against the wall, watching.

Silent.

Observing.

Jungkook stepped closer. “Where did you even get that?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Trade secret.”

Namjoon’s patience snapped slightly. “You’re not here to play games.”

Taehyung walked closer—too close.

Fearless.

“Then don’t make it so easy to have fun,” he whispered.

The room went still.

Dangerous.

But Tae just turned away casually, stretching.

“So… breakfast ruined, my bad. Now I’m hungry.”

Jin blinked. “You’re asking for food?”

Taehyung looked at him like it was obvious.

“Well yeah. You kidnapped me, not starved me. Be professional.”

Hoseok choked.

Jimin turned away, hiding a laugh.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yoongi’s lips twitched.

Jungkook just stared.

Minutes later—

Taehyung sat at the dining table.

Like he owned it.

Humming.

Swinging his legs.

While six mafia kings… watched him.

Annoyed.

Confused.

Slightly murderous.

Tae took a bite.

Paused.

“…hmm.”

Jin narrowed his eyes. “What.”

Taehyung looked up.

Dead serious.

“This is kinda mid.”

Silence.

Jin: “MID???”

Jimin: “You’re gonna die.”

Hoseok: “Say your last words.”

Namjoon: “I won’t stop them.”

Yoongi: “…I agree with him.”

Jin: “YOONGI??”

Taehyung grinned, completely unbothered.

“This is fun,” he said, looking around at all of them.

And for a second—

something shifted.

Because this boy—

was laughing.

In a place where no one ever did.

Jungkook leaned back slightly, eyes still on Tae.

“…he’s not normal.”

Yoongi murmured softly—

“No.”

“…he’s trouble.”

Taehyung took another bite, smiling to himself.

“Let’s see how long you last,” he whispered under his breath.

To be continued…

The atmosphere in the mansion was…

tense.

Very tense.

Because for the first time—

six mafia kings had been… humiliated.

By one boy.

One.

Boy.

“He needs to learn his place,” Kim Namjoon said, voice calm but deadly.

“I agree,” Park Jimin crossed his arms. “We went too easy on him.”

Jung Hoseok cracked his knuckles. “Time for revenge.”

“Finally,” Jeon Jungkook muttered.

Across them, Kim Seokjin looked personally offended.

“He called my cooking mid.”

Yoongi, sipping coffee, added lazily—

Min Yoongi: “He wasn’t wrong.”

“YOONGI.”

Simple.

Easy.

Perfect.

They would scare him.

Break that fearless attitude.

Make him realize—

who he was dealing with.

Lights off.

Hallway dark.

Guards gone.

Silence everywhere.

A perfect horror setup.

Meanwhile—

Taehyung walked down the hallway…

eating a cookie he definitely wasn’t given.

Kim Taehyung hummed happily.

“Hmm… rich people snacks hit different.”

Step.

Step.

Creeeak—

A shadow moved.

A door slammed somewhere.

Wind howled through the corridor.

A faint whisper echoed—

“Taehyung…”

He stopped.

Silence.

Then—

“…bro, if this is a horror concept, at least commit properly,” Tae said, unimpressed.

Hidden behind the wall—

Jimin frowned. “What.”

Hoseok whispered, “Why is he not scared?”

Another attempt.

This time—

a figure suddenly appeared behind Tae.

Jungkook.

Dressed fully in black.

Face serious.

Eyes dark.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Jungkook said coldly.

Dramatic.

Perfect delivery.

Oscar-worthy.

Taehyung blinked.

Looked him up and down.

Then—

“…why do you look like a rejected K-drama villain?” 😭

Silence.

Jungkook: “What—”

From behind, Yoongi choked on air.

Jimin slapped his own forehead.

Hoseok turned away, shoulders shaking.

Jungkook tried again, stepping closer.

“We can kill you anytime.”

Taehyung leaned in too.

Even closer.

“No you won’t.”

Jungkook froze.

“…and how are you so sure?”

Tae smiled.

Soft.

Dangerous.

“Because you’re already too interested.”

Dead silence.

From the shadows—

Namjoon narrowed his eyes.

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened.

Jimin blinked slowly.

Hoseok mouthed: what just happened

Jin whispered: “He flirted with a threat…”

Jungkook stepped back slightly, caught off guard for a split second.

Big mistake.

Because Tae—

Tae noticed.

“Ohhhh,” Taehyung grinned, pointing at him. “I got you.”

“I didn’t flinch,” Jungkook snapped.

“You did. Emotionally.”

“…what does that even mean?”

“Means I win.”

Before anyone could recover—

CLICK.

The lights turned on.

Bright.

Sudden.

Blinding.

All six kings stood there.

Exposed.

In their “scary setup.”

Frozen.

Taehyung looked around slowly.

Then—

burst out laughing.

Loud.

Uncontrollable.

“YOU GUYS WERE TRYING TO SCARE ME???” 😭

No one spoke.

Because—

this was embarrassing.

Hoseok coughed. “This was… phase one.”

Jimin nodded quickly. “Yeah. Warm-up.”

Jin crossed his arms. “We weren’t even trying.”

Yoongi: “We were.”

Namjoon closed his eyes.

Jungkook looked like he wanted to disappear.

Taehyung wiped fake tears from laughing.

“Wow… mafia kings, right? So scary. I almost fainted.”

His tone?

Pure mockery.

Then suddenly—

he leaned forward slightly.

Eyes gleaming.

“Wanna see my version?”

Something about his voice—

shifted the air.

Before they could react—

Tae pressed something in his hand.

BEEP.

A second later—

from upstairs—

LOUD ALARM BLASTED THROUGH THE HOUSE.

Red emergency lights started flashing everywhere.

Sirens.

Chaos.

Guards shouting.

Footsteps running.

“What the hell—” Namjoon snapped.

Jungkook rushed to the window. “System’s triggered!”

Jimin looked at Tae. “What did you do?!”

Taehyung just stood there.

Smiling.

Calm.

Proud.

“I upgraded your system,” he said sweetly.

“Now it listens to me too.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Yoongi stared at him.

Really stared this time.

“…interesting.”

Namjoon stepped closer, voice low.

“How.”

Taehyung tilted his head.

“Trade secret.”

Again.

The alarms kept ringing.

Chaos everywhere.

But in the middle of it—

Taehyung just yawned.

“I’m bored now.”

And walked away.

Leaving six mafia kings standing there…

defeated.

Again.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair.

“…we kidnapped the wrong person.”

Yoongi smirked slightly.

“No.”

“We kidnapped the worst one.”

From upstairs—

Taehyung’s voice echoed:

“HEY! DINNER BETTER NOT BE MID AGAIN!”

Jin: “I WILL POISON HIM.”

Yoongi: “Too late. I like him.”

Jimin: “WHAT??”

To be continued… .