The city was quiet.
Too quiet.
Streetlights flickered across empty roads while the wind pushed loose papers across the pavement.
Inside the penthouse, the headquarters of the Seven Shadows Syndicate, the living room lights glowed softly.
But the room was no longer filled with laughter.
No teasing.
No chaos.
Only silence.
Hoseok stood in the middle of the training room.
The gun Jungkook had given him earlier sat in his hands.
It felt heavier than before.
Because this time—
It wasn't practice.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Messy hair.
Oversized hoodie.
Bare feet.
Not exactly the image of a mafia warrior.
Hoseok let out a shaky breath.
"You can do this…"
He whispered the words softly.
Then immediately shook his head.
"No I can't."
His heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears.
Six of the most dangerous men in the city were captured.
And he was the only one left.
The thought alone made his stomach twist.
But another thought rose stronger.
They came for him.
Daejin had targeted them because of him.
Because Hoseok was their weakness.
His hands clenched slightly.
"No," he whispered.
"I'm not weak."
For the first time since joining them—
Sunshine looked angry.
Really angry.
One Hour Earlier
The call still echoed in his mind.
"We have your boyfriends."
The words had made his entire body freeze.
But the worst part wasn't the threat.
It was the laughter.
Like they thought Hoseok was helpless.
Like he would cry and hide.
The memory made his chest tighten.
"Rude," he muttered.
Back to the Present
Hoseok grabbed his bag.
Inside were things the boys had taught him about.
A small knife.
Extra bullets.
A flashlight.
And a tiny snack pack Jin had forced him to carry during training.
Hoseok stared at the snacks.
"…why am I bringing crackers to a mafia fight?"
He sighed and stuffed them back into the bag.
"Because Jin will yell if I don't."
Even now he could practically hear Jin's voice.
"You can't fight on an empty stomach!"
Hoseok smiled faintly.
Then his expression turned serious again.
He walked toward the elevator.
But before stepping inside—
He paused.
His eyes drifted toward the giant couch where they all slept together during movie nights.
The training room where Jungkook had patiently taught him how to stand.
The kitchen where Jin cooked breakfast every morning.
The balcony where Namjoon liked to read.
The hallway where Taehyung and Jimin constantly fought over music.
The corner where Yoongi worked quietly through the night.
His chest tightened painfully.
"Please be okay…"
Then the elevator doors closed.
The Warehouse
The address from the phone call led him to the outskirts of the city.
An abandoned industrial district.
Broken windows.
Rusting metal doors.
Perfect for mafia activity.
Hoseok stood across the street staring at the building.
"…I hate this."
He checked the gun again.
Hands trembling slightly.
But he forced himself to breathe.
Feet apart. Balance. Focus.
Jungkook's voice echoed in his mind.
Hoseok inhaled slowly.
"Okay."
Then he walked inside.
Meanwhile
Inside the warehouse…
Six men sat tied to metal chairs.
Jimin looked annoyed.
Taehyung looked bored.
Yoongi looked sleepy.
Jin looked offended.
Namjoon looked thoughtful.
Jungkook looked like he was about to commit murder.
Around them stood at least twenty armed guards.
And at the center of the room stood Daejin.
Tall.
Cold.
Smiling like a snake.
"Well," Daejin said calmly.
"The legendary Seven Shadows."
Jin sighed.
"This kidnapping is very rude."
Jimin nodded.
"Extremely."
Taehyung leaned back in his chair.
"You could've just asked for an autograph."
One guard laughed nervously.
Daejin frowned.
"You're not worried?"
Yoongi finally spoke.
"We are."
Pause.
"About your life expectancy."
Jungkook cracked his neck slowly.
"You should run while you can."
Daejin chuckled.
"You're tied to chairs."
Namjoon smiled calmly.
"Still."
Back to Hoseok
Hoseok crept through the dark hallway.
The warehouse smelled like rust and oil.
He could hear voices ahead.
His heart pounded harder.
Then—
He peeked through the door.
And froze.
Twenty guards.
Plus Daejin.
Plus the six men he loved tied to chairs.
"…oh."
That was worse than expected.
Hoseok slowly crouched behind a crate.
His brain racing.
Think.
Think.
He remembered Yoongi's voice during strategy lessons.
"You don't always win with strength."
"Sometimes you win with chaos."
Hoseok blinked.
"…chaos I can do."
Five Minutes Later
Inside the warehouse—
Daejin was still talking.
"…your little dancer will be here soon."
Taehyung tilted his head.
"Which dancer?"
Jimin grinned.
"We have several."
Daejin frowned.
"Jung Hoseok."
Jungkook's eyes darkened dangerously.
"You shouldn't have said his name."
Daejin smirked.
"Why? Is he fragile?"
Jin snorted.
"He's dramatic."
Yoongi added,
"Very loud."
Namjoon smiled softly.
"But fragile? No."
Then suddenly—
BOOM.
The lights exploded.
The room went dark.
Guards shouted.
"What happened?!"
Gunshots echoed.
Confusion everywhere.
And through the chaos—
A voice shouted dramatically.
"SURPRISE!"
Everyone froze.
Even the guards.
Because standing in the doorway—
Gun shaking slightly but pointed forward—
Was Jung Hoseok.
Jimin blinked.
"…oh."
Taehyung burst out laughing.
"Our sunshine came to save us."
Jungkook looked both proud and horrified.
"Hoseok."
Daejin smirked.
"Well well."
Hoseok's hands trembled slightly.
But his voice was surprisingly firm.
"Let them go."
Daejin laughed.
"You came alone?"
Hoseok nodded.
"Yes."
"Brave."
"Terrified actually."
The guards chuckled.
Daejin stepped closer.
"You think one dancer can stop us?"
Hoseok blinked.
"…no."
Then he pressed a small remote in his hand.
Outside—
Three cars exploded simultaneously.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
The entire warehouse shook.
Everyone stared at him.
Jimin whispered,
"…okay that was cool."
Hoseok shrugged nervously.
"Yoongi taught me."
Yoongi nodded approvingly.
"Good student."
Daejin's smile faded.
"You little—"
Before he finished—
Jungkook snapped the ropes around his wrists.
Everyone blinked.
Jin stood up casually.
"So anyway."
Taehyung cracked his knuckles.
"Shall we?"
Jimin grinned brightly.
"Let's."
Within seconds—
The warehouse erupted into chaos.
Six mafia leaders unleashed.
Guards dropping everywhere.
Hoseok stood frozen watching.
"…oh wow."
Namjoon walked over calmly while punching a guard unconscious.
"You did good."
Hoseok blinked.
"You're not tied anymore."
"We never were."
"…WHAT?!"
Yoongi shot two guards without looking.
"Rope was loose."
Hoseok stared at them.
"You LET me come here?!"
Jin punched someone.
"We were curious."
Taehyung laughed.
"You did great."
Jimin hugged him mid-fight.
"Our brave sunshine."
Hoseok groaned.
"I hate all of you."
Jungkook pulled him into a tight hug.
"But you love us."
Hoseok sighed dramatically.
"…unfortunately."
Behind them—
Daejin stared in disbelief.
"You planned this."
Namjoon turned slowly.
"Yes."
His eyes were ice cold.
"You touched our sunshine."
Jungkook's voice dropped dangerously.
"That was your last mistake."
And the real fight began.