The first sensation was cold—a shocking, brutal wetness sliding down his cheek, dripping into the collar of his shirt. Rin came to consciousness in disjointed pieces: the ache in his shoulders from being bound, the rough texture of rope against his wrists, the blurry shapes moving in the dim light. His vision swam, refusing to focus. Someone had thrown water on his face, and the chill of it was seeping into his bones.

"Hey, boy?"

The voice was calm, too calm for the situation. Rin blinked, water clinging to his lashes as he tried to make out the speaker. A tall figure stood over him, arms crossed over a broad chest. Sharp eyes scanned him with a detached, analytical coldness that made Rin's stomach clench.

"Looks like we picked up the wrong person." The man's gaze didn't waver. "What should we do with him now?"

From the shadows near the door, another voice emerged, flat and emotionless. "Keeping him here isn't a problem. We have enough space. The question is whether he can stay quiet long enough."

Rin's heart hammered against his ribs. Wrong person? He tried to speak, but his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He managed a croaking sound instead.

The first man—Namjoon, his brain supplied from somewhere in the fog—uncrossed his arms. "He's waking up properly now."

Another figure stepped forward, younger but with a darkness in his eyes that made Rin's breath catch. Jungkook moved with a predator's grace, yanking the rope around Rin's wrists harder. The rough fibers bit into his skin, and Rin couldn't suppress a gasp.

"Who are you guys?" Rin finally managed, his voice trembling.

Jungkook's jaw tightened. "You don't need to know our names. Just answer me—why the hell are you here instead of the guy we were supposed to grab?"

The accusation in his tone was sharp enough to cut. Rin flinched, the movement making the ropes burn against his wrists. "That hurtsss," he protested, the words coming out in a rush. "How would I know? You kidnapped me. I didn't get kidnapped."

A third man moved then, pushing Jungkook aside with a sharp glare. This one—Jimin—knelt in front of Rin, his movements fluid and precise. Cold fingers gripped Rin's chin, tilting his face up. Jimin's eyes were dark and unreadable, but something dangerous glittered in their depths.

"Calm down, kid." Jimin's voice was soft, almost gentle, but it carried an undertone that made the fine hairs on Rin's arms stand up. "We just got the wrong person, that's all. Now breathe and tell us your name, okay?"

The command was clear, the threat implicit. Rin swallowed, his throat dry. "Rin. Kim Rin."

From the corner of the room, a low chuckle echoed. Taehyung leaned against the window frame, a knife dancing between his long fingers. The playful glint in his eyes didn't reach the rest of his face. "Kim Rin, huh? Pretty name for a pretty boy." He looked toward Namjoon. "What do we do now, hyung? We can't just let him go, can we?"

"Why not?" Rin asked before he could stop himself.

Seokjin snorted from behind Namjoon, crossing his arms. His gaze swept over Rin's bound form, and the sharp raise of his eyebrow made Rin's skin prickle. "You think we'd let a witness walk out of here alive? Even if it was a mistake, you've already seen all our faces, kid."

The finality in his voice sent a cold dread spreading through Rin's chest. "Witness for what? I don't know who you are, who you were gonna kidnap, and where I am."

Hoseok pushed off the wall and crouched in front of Rin. A smile tugged at his mouth, but it didn't warm his eyes. "Even so, you've seen how we look. If you tell the cops anything after we let you go, we're done for. You think we'd take that risk?" He tapped Rin's knee with his knuckle, the light touch making Rin jump.

Rin's mind raced, searching for anything that might keep him alive. "Honestly, I am bad at remembering faces. It's really true. Just...don't kill me, okay?"

His voice shook on the last words, and he saw Namjoon's head tilt slightly, studying him. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Namjoon's arms remained crossed, his expression unreadable. "He's telling the truth, I can tell. Maybe we can keep him here for a few days until we get our real target, then decide what to do. What do you all think?"

Yoongi, who had remained leaning against the wall, pushed off with a shrug. His dark hair fell across his stoic face. "Keeping him here isn't a problem. We have enough space. The question is whether he can stay quiet long enough." His sharp gaze cut through Rin, cold and assessing.

"I will be quiet. No disturbing," Rin promised quickly, the words tumbling out.

Jimin smirked faintly, releasing Rin's chin. He wiped his hand on his dark jeans as if brushing away contamination. "Good. If you keep your word, you might just get out of here alive. Don't test us, Rin."

Rin nodded vigorously, the movement making him dizzy. "I understand."

Jungkook moved forward again, untieing the ropes with rough efficiency. The sudden freedom made Rin's arms ache, red marks stark against his pale skin. "Follow me." Jungkook's tone brooked no argument. "I'll take you to the guest room. Don't try to run—you won't get far in this old warehouse."

Rin stood on unsteady legs, his muscles protesting. He followed Jungkook quietly, the wooden floor creaking under their footsteps. The hallway was dim, shadows clinging to the corners. Jungkook's hand rested on the gun at his hip, a constant, silent threat.

They stopped before a plain wooden door. Jungkook pushed it open, jerking his head toward the interior. "Sleep here. We'll bring you food later. Try anything stupid, and you won't live to see the morning."

The room was sparse but clean, with a single bed and a small table. Rin hesitated only a moment before stepping inside. "Um...can the food be veg?"

Jungkook paused, his hand on the doorknob. He turned, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before his expression smoothed back to impassivity. "I'll tell the hyungs. Don't get comfortable, this is just temporary, okay?" The door shut with finality, the lock clicking into place.

Rin stood for a moment, listening to the retreating footsteps. Then he crossed to the bed, sinking onto the surprisingly comfortable mattress. "Nice bed," he murmured to the empty room. "I can sleep a lot."

The silence felt heavy, pressing in on him. He lay back, staring at the cracked ceiling, his mind racing through the impossible situation. Wrong person. Witness. Don't get comfortable. The words echoed in the quiet.

About an hour later, soft footsteps approached. The lock clicked open slowly, and Jimin entered carrying a paper plate of vegetable fried rice and a bottle of water. He moved without sound, his presence filling the small room.

"Jungkook told me you wanted veg." Jimin set the food on the table. "Eat while it's still warm. I'm just here to check if you need anything else." He leaned against the closed door, his sharp eyes never leaving Rin.

"Of course not. I don't want anything." Rin took the food, his fingers brushing against Jimin's for a split second. He placed it on the table carefully. "Thank you."

Jimin's gaze lingered on Rin's hand where they'd touched, an unreadable expression flickering across his face before it smoothed away. He pushed off the door, taking a slow step closer. "You're surprisingly calm for someone who got kidnapped by a bunch of strangers. Aren't you scared?"

The question hung in the air, soft but edged with something dangerous. Rin could feel the weight of Jimin's attention, the intensity of his gaze. The air felt thick, hard to breathe.

"I just don't wanna die. That's all."

Jimin huffed a quiet, unexpected laugh. The sound made Rin's heart skip. For a split second, the sharpness in Jimin's features softened. He shoved his hands into his pockets, still standing too close for comfort. "Smart answer. Just remember what you said earlier—stay quiet, behave, and you won't have to die. We keep our word."

"I remember," Rin said, nodding.

Jimin's gaze drifted to the untouched food before returning to Rin's face. He turned toward the door, hand reaching for the knob, then paused. "If something happens and you need help, just yell. One of us will hear you. Don't try to open the door by yourself—it's locked from outside anyway."

"Okay."

The door clicked shut, the lock engaging once more. Rin was alone again, the plate of food steaming gently on the table. The warmth of it seemed out of place in the cold room. He ate slowly, the flavors surprisingly good, then lay back on the bed. Sleep claimed him quickly, exhaustion overwhelming fear.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the cracked window orange before darkness swallowed the room completely. Rin slept through the night, his body surrendering to the stress of the day.

A soft knock woke him what felt like moments later, though golden morning light now streamed through the window. The door opened before he could respond, and Seokjin entered carrying a mug of warm tea and a plate of toast.

"I thought you'd be hungry." Seokjin set the food on the small table, his eyes carefully watching Rin. "You've slept through the whole night."

Rin blinked sleepily, pushing himself up on the pillows. He nodded, his brain still foggy with sleep.

Seokjin brushed a crumb from the edge of the plate, his movements precise. He glanced at Rin's messy hair, a faint amused tilt touching his lips for just a moment. "Wake up slowly. We won't rush you. The others are busy with the actual target right now, so it's quiet up here."

"Mm?" Rin processed the words slowly. "Oh." He nodded again, more awake now.

Seokjin leaned his hip against the small table, crossing his arms loosely. His expression was milder than the others had been, but the wariness in his eyes remained sharp and clear. "If you need anything to freshen up, there's a small bathroom connected to this room. Help yourself—just don't try anything funny."

The morning light caught the steam rising from the tea, creating a gentle haze in the quiet room. Outside, birds chirped somewhere distant, a normal sound in this utterly abnormal situation. Rin looked from the warm toast to Seokjin's carefully neutral face, the reality of his captivity settling deeper into his bones.