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Bound by Shadows: The Maknae's Captive || PJM, KTH & JJK

Detective Y/n had seen her fair share of criminals in the bustling city she called home, but nothing prepared her for the assignment she was handed that fateful morning. She'd been tasked with investigating a notorious mafia gang known as The Maknae. Rumors swirled around their activities—illicit deals, underground fights, and a trail of bodies left behind. The trio at the heart of it all were Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. They were known to be a real pain in the ass, even for seasoned detectives.

Y/n wasn't one to shy away from danger, though. She spent weeks gathering intel, following leads, and slowly closing in on their operations. Every whisper on the streets led her to one conclusion: The Maknae operated out of a secret warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

It was a cold, foggy night when she decided to make her move. Y/n knew it was risky, going in without backup, but she had a gut feeling this was her chance. She needed solid evidence, something that would bring them down once and for all.

The warehouse loomed in front of her, its rusty metal exterior blending into the fog. She slipped inside, keeping to the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest. It was quiet, too quiet. The air was thick with tension as she crept deeper into the building, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Y/n ducked behind a stack of crates, holding her breath. The voices that followed were low, almost playful, but there was an edge to them that made her skin crawl.

"You really think she's gonna show up here?" one of the voices said, a teasing lilt to his tone.

"She's a detective, isn't she?" another replied, chuckling. "They always do."

Y/n's heart raced. They knew she was coming. But how?

Before she could make a move, a hand clamped down on her shoulder, spinning her around. She was face-to-face with Park Jimin, his lips curled into a smug grin. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little mouse sneaking around?"

She reached for her gun, but another hand—this one belonging to Kim Taehyung—snatched it away. "Uh-uh, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head. "Not so fast."

Jeon Jungkook appeared from the shadows, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You've been causing us a lot of trouble, detective. We don't like that."

Y/n tried to break free, but Jimin's grip was ironclad. "Let go of me!" she hissed.

"Feisty," Jimin laughed. "I like it."

Taehyung leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You should've stayed away, doll. Now, we've got to teach you a little lesson."

Jungkook nodded, his smile chilling. "Yeah, something that'll make sure you never forget us."

They dragged her deeper into the warehouse, into a room that looked like it had been set up for this very purpose. The walls were lined with weapons, chains, and other tools that made her stomach churn.

"Now, what should we do with you?" Jimin mused, tapping his chin as if he were making a casual decision about dinner.

"I'm not afraid of you," Y/n spat, her voice trembling with defiance.

"Oh, we know," Taehyung said, circling her like a predator. "That's what makes this so much more fun."

Jungkook grabbed a chair and shoved her into it, tying her wrists to the armrests with rough rope. "You've been a real thorn in our side, Y/n. We don't like thorns."

Jimin knelt in front of her, his fingers brushing her cheek almost tenderly. "But don't worry, love. We're gonna make sure you stay with us... forever."

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as the reality of her situation sank in. She had walked right into their trap, and now she was at their mercy—if they had any.

The lesson they taught her that night was painful, both physically and mentally. They were relentless, breaking her down bit by bit, all while wearing those infuriatingly casual expressions. Every time she tried to resist, they laughed, mocking her attempts.

"Come on, sweetheart, we're just getting started," Taehyung taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Yeah, don't be shy," Jungkook added. "We're all friends here."

When they were finally done, Y/n was left battered and bruised, barely able to keep her eyes open. But they weren't finished with her yet. They kept her there, in that cold, dark warehouse, day after day. She became their prisoner, their plaything. They took turns keeping her company, calling her by flirty names that made her skin crawl.

"How's my little doll today?" Jimin would coo, his voice sickly sweet.

"Feeling lonely, love?" Taehyung would ask, feigning concern.

Jungkook was the worst. He'd sit beside her, watching her with those intense eyes. "You know, you could've made this easier on yourself," he'd say, almost as if he cared. "But I guess you just like making things difficult."

As the days turned into weeks, Y/n's spirit began to break. She had no idea how much time had passed or if anyone was looking for her. The Maknae had made sure she was completely cut off from the outside world.

One night, as she lay on the cold floor of the warehouse, Jimin knelt beside her, brushing her hair away from her face. "You know, you look so much prettier when you're quiet," he murmured.

Y/n turned her head away, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

Taehyung's voice came from somewhere behind her. "Because we can, doll. And because you belong to us now."

Jungkook crouched down in front of her, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. "You're never leaving this place, Y/n. You're ours. Forever."

And just like that, the last shred of hope she had was crushed. Y/n realized that she would never escape. The Maknae had taught her a painful lesson, one she would never forget. They kept her with them, trapped in that hellish warehouse, forever.

And no one would ever know what happened to Detective Y/n, the woman who dared to challenge The Maknae.