✿ Jennie is in a muddy situation which she can't escape. She figures there's no way out of her situation, Therefore she accepts it. Until a mysterious man changes her life forever, she's scared and confused. Jennie isn't ready for this life But he w...
Late at night, Taehyung woke up again. It was one of his nightmares. Again, he dreamt of his father. Again. How once his mom asked his father to stop drinking. Taehyung was 6. He was young, but he remembered everything really well. How his father punched his mother. The blood. The tears. He remembered everything. He lit up a cigarette. Maybe he was addicted to cigarettes. All of them were. They all had somewhat traumatic and abnormal pasts. They were mafia children. Nothing was normal. Taehyung's only escape from reality was cigarettes and his friends. And now Jennie.
He blushed when he thought of Jennie. He was beginning to care for her. A little too much. The time he saved her in the bathroom, he felt such anger. An anger he only felt when his friends or mother were hurt. He started to love Jennie. And not in a friend type of way. Taehyung rubbed his temples. He smoked his cigarette and stared at the ceiling. He'd be fine. They would be fine. His friends wouldn't get hurt and he'd make sure of it.
If anyone dared to harm his friends, he would hunt them down with a relentless fury. He'd make them beg for mercy, only to deny it. He'd torture them slowly, savoring each scream and cry. He'd ensure they suffered as much as they made his loved ones suffer, if not more. He'd break them mentally and physically, leaving no part of them unscarred. He'd make an example out of them so that no one would ever dare to harm his friends again. They might call him a psycho, and maybe he was, but he didn't care. His friends were everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to protect them.
He finished his cigarette and went back to sleep, determined to keep his loved ones safe.
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The next day, both the girls and the boys were preparing to hire new guards. The girls were somewhat baffled as to why they had to get involved in the process. They gathered in the living room, eyeing the boys with mild annoyance.
"Why do we have to do this?" Rosé asked, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't this more of your thing?"
Taehyung, leaning casually against the doorway, grinned. "It's the 21st century, Rosé. Women have rights."
Jungkook chimed in, "Yeah, equal opportunity and all that. We need your perspective too."
Jisoo crossed her arms, feigning annoyance. "Oh, so now you want our opinions? Just because it involves muscle and guns?"
"Exactly!" Jimin said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as he burst into laughter. The girls rolled their eyes but couldn't help but laugh along.
Once the laughter died down, they all got serious about the task at hand. They gathered around a large table in the meeting room, which was now cluttered with files and résumés of potential candidates. Each one had a detailed profile, including experience, skills, and background checks.
Namjoon began, "Alright, we've narrowed it down to the top hundred candidates. We'll go through their profiles, then interview them in person."
The first candidate was a tall, muscular man named Minho. He had a military background and had worked for several high-profile clients.
