The One They Shouldn’t Have Taken

............

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…

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***