The boardroom was silent, the air dense with tension. Across a long obsidian table sat Kim Namjoon, dressed in a tailored navy suit, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. To his right, Seokjin adjusted his cufflink — a seemingly casual gesture, but the twitch in his jaw betrayed his nerves.
On the other side of the table were the Baek Syndicate — a rival mafia group dressed as investors. Slick words, counterfeit smiles, and briefcases full of lies.
Namjoon: "You asked for a seat at our table. We gave you one. Don't test our hospitality."
Baek Leader: "We only seek what's fair. Territory. Partnership. Brotherhood."
Jungkook stood behind them, arms crossed, every inch the wolf behind the throne.
Jungkook: "Funny. Brotherhood usually doesn't come with poison in the wine."
The tension snapped. Lights cut out. Screams. The metallic click of weapons drawn in the dark.
Jin: "Down!"
Gunfire tore through the air. The brothers ducked, drawing weapons from beneath the table. Jungkook shot first — a clean strike that dropped the traitor beside the Baek leader.
Namjoon: "Betrayal has a cost."
They'd walked into a trap. But the Baeks underestimated the Kims — not just as CEOs, but kings of a brutal empire. By the time security reentered, the room was smoke-filled and blood-stained, the brothers standing tall, unmoved.
But the attack had implications. Someone had leaked intel. And the name "Y/N" had been mentioned during the chaos.
She was no longer off the board.