Someone's pov:

It was midnight in Seoul.

The streets were quiet, and a black car stopped at a red light.

Inside, an 18-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes. His head was heavy, and everything felt strange. He looked around—Four men, silent, rough-looking, were asleep in the car.

His heart started pounding.

Something felt wrong.

Then, a flash of memories he couldn't fully grab. Panic crawled into his chest.

Without thinking, he reached for the door and stepped out. But before he could run— A hand shot out.

One of the men was awake. He grabbed the boy's T-shirt, pulling him back with force.

" Where do you think you're going? "

The man growled.

The boy struggled hard. He twisted, kicked desperately. His T-shirt ripped, but he didn't stop. He threw himself out of the car and bolted down the street.

He didn't look back.

He ran like the night was chasing him.

His bare feet slapped the pavement.

Cold wind burned his lungs.

But he didn't stop—He couldn't stop.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he turned a corner and stopped.

Breathing hard, he spotted a narrow staircase beside a bar. He rushed down the basement.

There, he found a small basement door. It was dark inside, but he didn't care.

He slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.

In the darkness, he leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath. For a moment—he felt safe.

Out of nowhere, the pitch-black room lit up with a sharp beam of light right in the center.

The boy froze.

His breath caught in his throat, Heart pounding like a drum.

He had no clue where he was moments ago, he was running, running from them.

And now this.

He crouched low, hiding behind a broken door, and slowly peeked through the crack.

His eyes widened.

In the middle of the room sat a man tied to a chair.

He looked around 50, maybe older.

His shirt was soaked in dried blood, His face was bruised, lips split, one eye swollen shut.

He looked like he'd been beaten for hours and was barely alive.

The boy's stomach turned.

Then he heard footsteps.

Not from inside the room but from behind him.

The boy slowly turned his head.

The entrance door creaked open, A shadow moved in the hallway—Tall, Slow, Heavy boots on the floor.

The boy flinched.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

Fear. Darkness. Obsession.

It was like something evil had just entered the room.

And it was getting closer.

The boy didn't dare move. He pressed his back against the cold wall, barely breathing.

He looked at the man entering the room.

His eyes were like storm clouds, dark, obsessed, full of something twisted.

It wasn't just anger in his eyes—It was something deeper.

A kind of cold rage that had been waiting for too long.

One hand stayed buried in his pocket.

The other held a cigarette, burning slowly.

He looked like he had total control, Powerful, Calm But deadly.

He just stepped into the hallway with the calm of a predator slow and sure.

He placed the cigarette between his lips and took a long drag—

Smoke swirled around his face and throat, giving him the look of a king walking into his kingdom.

His black suit was clean, sharp, and professional like someone important—

Someone dangerous.

The boy watched in silence, frozen with fear.

The boy felt it in his bones: this man wasn't here to talk.

He was here to finish something.

The boy watched from behind the door, his breath shaky, his body frozen in fear.

The man in the black suit walked slowly toward the old tied man.

With each step, silence grew heavier like the room itself was holding its breath.

He crouched down to the man's level, eyes burning with something more than hate—

It was anger.

Betrayal.

Obsession.

Control.

A twisted smirk crept onto his lips.

The old man's head hung low, barely awake, like death was already wrapping its fingers around him.

But that wasn't enough.

The man brought the cigarette to his lips. Took one long drag—

Then pressed the burning tip into the man's exposed hand.

A scream tore through the room.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air.

And at that moment the old man came back to life.

Just like the man wanted.

He smiled—

A devil's smile.

Behind the door, the boy's entire body shook.

He had never seen anything like this and never felt this kind of terror.

Not even in his worst nightmares.

Tears filled his eyes.

And then, a sound escaped his mouth— Small, Broken, Fearful.

He quickly slapped his hand over his lips, but it was too late.

The man heard it.

His eyes shifted slowly, like a wolf scenting blood.

Then he turned.

His gaze cut through the room like a knife.

And he knew.

He wasn't alone.

He walked forward slowly, calmly, and deadly. His boots echoed against the floor like a countdown.

The boy sat frozen behind the door, dressed in torn clothes, his soft pale skin scratched and shaking.

His crop top hung off his frame, revealing a fragile—milky waist.

He held both hands over his mouth, eyes full of tears, trying not to cry.

But the fear was louder.

He shut his eyes tight, trying to disappear.

But the man stopped and—

Stared.

What he saw wasn't just a frightened boy.

He saw something beautiful.

A trembling, soft, broken beauty.

He licked his bottom lip slowly,

Thinking.

Imagining.

Then the boy's soft sobs reached him delicately, real.

And it broke something in him.

He stepped closer and gently pulled the boy to his feet.

The boy's body was light, almost weightless. He looked like he hadn't eaten properly in weeks.

Still, his shape was hauntingly perfect like someone had crafted him just to be—desired.

The man's eyes scanned every inch of him,his trembling hands, his torn skin, his delicate neck, his waist, exposed and pure.

Then he spoke. Voice low. Cold but curious.

" Hey, little thing...what are you doing here? "

The boy didn't answer.

He stared at the floor, tears falling silently.

" Do you even know where you are? "

The man asked again, voice firmer.

" This is the basement of Min's Bar... You're not supposed to be here "

Still no answer.

Only soft, shaking sobs.

The man's patience cracked.

His hand gripped the boy's wrist tight—Hard enough to bruise.

The boy gasped in fear, crying harder now.

The sound made the man pause. 

He looked at the boy again.

Then his voice changed.

Softer now. Almost gentle.

" My name is Yoongi... Tell me yours, boy "

The boy looked up, barely able to see through the tears.

Their eyes met.

And for a split second—Yoongi's breath caught in his throat.

He had never seen eyes like this before.

So scared.

So full of pain.

But still— beautiful.

" J-J-Ji-min... "

The boy whispered his name, barely a sound at all.

Then his body gave up.

Too much fear.

Too much pain.

He collapsed into Yoongi's arms.

And for the first time in a long—long time.

Yoongi felt something he couldn't explain.

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Jimin's pov:

I slowly opened my eyes. I had no idea where I was.

My head was heavy, and my body ached all over. The last thing I remembered— was saying my name.

Then everything went black.

Now, I was in a room that looked nothing like the one I passed out in.

No cold concrete.

No blood.

No shadows.

Just color—

Too much color.

The walls were painted like a child’s dream— rainbows, stars, cartoon characters.

Cinderella, robots, stuff meant for little kids.

It was so bright it almost hurt my eyes.

I sat up slowly, staring at everything.

Confused.

Numb.

Was I safe now? Or just somewhere worse?

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just waited.

And then, creak— the door opened.

I jumped. Panic hit me so fast my chest tightened.

A woman stepped in— maybe in her 40s.

I didn’t know her, and I didn’t want to.

Without thinking, I slid off the bed and crouched on the floor,arms around my knees, hiding my face—My eyes shut tight.

I didn’t want to see her.

I didn’t want her to see me.

Then I heard her voice.

Soft. Calm. Warm.

" Hey, boy… It's okay. You’re safe here. Come on, sit on the bed. I’m not going to hurt you, baby "

It sounded so strange.

So gentle.

I looked up— just a little.

She was smiling at me.

Not the way people smile when they’re about to lie or hurt you.

It felt— real. Safe. Even if I couldn’t believe it yet.

She patted the bed next to her, motioning me to sit beside her.

I was still shaking, but I moved.

Slowly. Carefully.

I sat on the edge of the bed, leaving space between us.

She didn’t try to come closer.

" Don’t worry, " she said softly.

" I’m not going to ask you anything right now...You can take your time."

I just nodded. My throat was too tight to speak.

" Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? " she said, still gentle, almost teasing.

" You’re a bit stinky...I left some fresh clothes in the bathroom, Go wash up, and come down for breakfast when you’re ready "

Then she paused and smiled again.

" You must be starving "

And suddenly I realized— I was.

I hadn’t eaten anything since...two days? Or Maybe more.

My stomach hurt, but I had gotten so used to ignoring it that— I barely noticed anymore.

I nodded again, my head low, ashamed, even though I didn’t know why.

She stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

And I sat there, on the edge of the bed, still in the middle of a room made for someone way younger than me—

Still afraid.

Still unsure if this was safe.

But for the first time in a while—

It wasn’t hurting.

Yoongi's pov:

Aahh...

Something tickled me.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling soft little hands tapping on my chest.

There she was— Jo, sitting right on my tummy, hitting me with her tiny fists, probably trying to wake me up.

I groaned and turned to check the time on the table clock.

" Ugh… it’s just 10 AM… "

But I still felt sleepy.

I smiled weakly and gently pulled Jo into a soft hug. Her little hands wrapped around my neck like she belonged there.

I closed my eyes again and then she did that—

" Furfurrrrrr !!! " she blew air with tiny spits right on my face.

I opened my eyes, wiping my face with my hands, and she just grinned at me with those sparkly eyes, clearly saying—

" Wake up, lazy!!! "

Then she started yapping again,

" Da-dah-daaa!! "

She still couldn’t say the full word, but I couldn’t help chuckling.

She sounded too cute.

I gently picked her up and laid her down on my chest. Her tiny arms wrapped around my waist as she lay on top of me, still mumbling,

" Da-dah-daaa!! "

I could tell she wanted me to get up.

But I seriously didn’t want to. I just wanted to stay like this forever.

Then it hit me— that boy from yesterday.

I suddenly sat up, holding Jo.

Something wasn’t sitting right in my head. I placed her softly on the bed and whispered,

" Where’s Nam Nam Baby?, go call him... "

She lit up with a wide smile, then ran out shouting—

" Nam Nam!!! " in her sweet voice.

I chuckled at her cuteness, stretched a little, and headed to the bathroom for my morning routine.

Someone's pov:

Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom after finishing his morning routine.

He was just about to leave the room when Namjoon walked in, carrying Jo in his arms.

She was laughing loudly, her tiny giggles echoing in the room.

The moment Yoongi saw her, he smiled and quickly picked her up from Namjoon’s arms.

Namjoon let out a tired sigh and said;

" Hyung, it’s already 10 AM... I have to go to college... Please keep Jo with you today… I’ll pick her up after my classes... "

Yoongi looked at him with a raised brow.

" Again... What happened with the maid this time? "

Namjoon looked like a guilty little puppy.

" I fired her, hyung... I don’t trust her anymore... She wasn’t even watching Jo properly... I came just in time— Jo almost fell from the stairs… "

Yoongi’s expression turned serious.

" Ugh… and when is Ahjumma coming... "

" She’ll be here before evening " Namjoon replied.

" Just for today… and also, I needed to ask you something... "

Yoongi looked up while playing with Jo’s fingers.

" What now? "

Namjoon scratched his neck awkwardly.

" Umm… there’s a college party tonight... I usually don’t go, you know that, but a friend insisted, So… can I? I’ll be late "

His eyes sparkled like a little kid asking for candy.

Yoongi looked annoyed but gave in.

" Ahh fine,Don’t look at me like that... You can go— but come back before midnight... You know what happened last time... I don’t want to take risks, Take a guard with you... "

" Thank you, hyung!! " Namjoon smiled and turned to leave but Yoongi stopped him mid-step.

" Namjoon… about that boy from yesterday… what was his name? Jimin, right? Did you drop him to the orphanage? And what about his background? I told you to check it "

Namjoon paused, looking back.

" Yes, hyung. He’s 18… just a boy. I don’t think he’s spying or anything. But yes, I did check his past— there’s nothing. No records... "

Yoongi frowned slightly.

" I think someone was trying to hit him... He just happened to end up in that basement... I have left him at our old orphanage for now... They’ll try to find his parents,Don’t worry "

Yoongi nodded slowly, still lost in thought.

" Alright…"

Namjoon smiled once and ran out of the room, leaving Yoongi alone with Jo, who immediately grabbed his cheeks and giggled.

He chuckled, picked her up, and began playing with her again.

Somewhere(still someone's pov):

A boy in his early 20s stepped into the house, his hands full of sweet boxes.

His face lit up with excitement as he called out,

" Baby… Mochi baby, where are you? Hyung came to meet you! I brought your favorite sweets, baccha! "

He looked around the hall, then went to the kitchen— no one.

He checked the bedroom, the bathroom, every room in the house.

Still no sign of Mochi.

His smile slowly faded as worry took over. He walked toward the last room and opened the door quickly empty.

Panic rose in his chest.

He rushed downstairs, shouting,

" Appa... Appa!! "

He found his father sitting in the living room, sipping alcohol and watching TV like nothing was wrong.

" Appa- " the boy started, but before he could ask, his father snatched the sweets from his hand and began eating without a word.

" Appa! " he shouted again, frustration in his voice. " Where is Mochi? I looked everywhere... he’s not in the house !! "

His father stopped eating, got up slowly, walked over, and without warning—

Slapped him hard across the face.

The boy flinched in pain, his eyes filling with tears.

" That’s how you talk to your father?" his dad snapped. " Eyes down! Now!"

He clenched his fists, trying to hold back his emotions.

He looked down.

Then his father said coldly,

" About Mochi… he went with one of my business partners...They liked him, so I let them take him for a few days... He’ll be back next week...Now stop acting like a fool and focus on your looks, not that stupid kid. I know what I’m doing "

The boy’s heart sank.

" No… Appa, please… " he dropped to his knees, clutching his father’s leg.

" Please don’t do this He’s just a small baby, You said I could marry anyone you choose,I agreed, right? Please don’t involve Mochi... He doesn’t understand anything… "

But his father only grew angrier.

He kicked him hard, sending him falling back, then leaned down and hissed,

" I’m not doing anything wrong. And since you’re ready for marriage, fine. I’ll bring the kid back soon... Now stop this nonsense... no more books, no more college. Your future is with your husband, not in classrooms. Don’t show your face again until I call you "

He turned away and sat back down on the sofa, turning up the volume on the TV.

But before taking another sip, he muttered coldly without looking back,

" Jin… don’t you dare change your decision... You know what will happen if you do "

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