THE MAFIA DESIRE - SAVING MY BEST FRIEND | ONE-SHOT |LEE MINHO FT. JUNGKOOK

Part 1

LMH glanced at the glossy surface of his expensive sports car that gleamed under the lights of the parking lot, the weight of his thoughts making the usually sleek vehicle seem cold and distant. His mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of Yn. The image of her tear-streaked face played over and over in his mind. How had it come to this?

He had warned her about JK from the start. "Stay away from him," he'd said countless times. "He's nothing but trouble." But she wouldn't listen. Yn was always convinced she could save people-fix them.

LMH sighed, gripping the steering wheel. He and Yn had been best friends since they were kids, and though he'd always wanted more, there was nothing he could do about it. Yn's heart had been locked on JK since they met, and no amount of warning could break the spell she was under.

But LMH knew better. JK wasn't just bad news; he was dangerous. Verbally and emotionally abusive, JK had a way of controlling people-especially Yn. She'd leave him after an argument, but before LMH could even think of offering comfort, she'd run right back.

Yn: "He's a good person, I know it," she would always say, her voice laced with misplaced hope that made LMH's heart ache. "He's just broken. I can help him. He'll change."

The memory of their last argument flashed through LMH's mind like a painful echo. He had confronted JK, demanding he stop his constant abuse of Yn. But it wasn't JK who had fired back-it was Yn.

Yn: "Why don't you just mind your business and leave us alone?!" she had shouted, her voice trembling with anger and something else-fear, perhaps.

LMH had no response. He just backed off, feeling the sting of betrayal. From behind Yn, JK smirked, his smile dripping with arrogance. That smile said it all: "See? She's mine. You'll never have her."

That was the last time LMH and Yn had spoken-until tonight. The phone call had come out of nowhere. Yn's voice, usually so stubborn, was now broken, desperate. She was crying, and LMH's heart twisted painfully.

Yn: "LMH, please, I need your help," she had cried, the desperation in her voice tearing at his resolve. "He... he hit me. I've finally left him, but he won't let me go. He's keeping me trapped in his mansion. I can't escape."

JK had escalated. This time, he hadn't just shouted or insulted her; he'd put his hands on her. He hit her. And for the first time, Yn realized how wrong she'd been. LMH hesitated. He had been tempted to refuse. He wanted to remind her of how she had chosen JK over him, how she had made him feel like a fool. After everything she'd put him through, after all the times she ignored his warnings, maybe this was her mess to clean up. But he couldn't ignore the fact that she was his best friend. He still cared about her, and deep down, he still loved her. The thought of her trapped, scared, and alone was too much to bear, and maybe... just maybe, this was his chance to finally show her how much he cared. Even if, in the back of his mind, he feared she might make him a fool again.

LMH: "I'm coming." He had said to her.

Now, he stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. "Don't make me regret this," he muttered to himself.

His thoughts shifted. This wasn't just about saving Yn-it was about finally confronting JK. Their rivalry went back years, rooted in the history of their families. Both were sons of Mafia bosses who'd maintained a tense truce for decades. LMH and JK had avoided direct conflict until Yn came into the picture. From then on, it was war-silent, but deadly.

LMH had been friends with Yn since childhood, her presence a bright spot in his otherwise dark world. But he had been too shy, too cautious to ever take their relationship beyond friendship. That hesitation had cost him dearly, for it was in that moment of uncertainty that Yn had met JK-a handsome, charismatic man who swept her off her feet. And from that day on, LMH had watched helplessly as the girl he loved drifted further and further away from him, entangled in JK's web.

But now, after all the pain and heartbreak, Yn had finally seen the truth. And in her time of need, she had turned to him. LMH could hardly believe it, but he knew what he had to do. He started the engine. The roar of the powerful car was a reminder of the life he lived, a life filled with danger and deception. But for Yn, he would face anything.

He peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the city streets towards JK's mansion. Unbeknownst to him, JK had been listening to Yn's call. With the vast resources at his disposal, JK had tracked the location of the call and sent his men to deal with LMH. LMH was barely a few blocks away from his starting point when he noticed the black, unmarked cars in his rearview mirror.

LMH clenched his jaw. His instincts kicked in. Growing up as the heir to a Mafia empire, he was no stranger to danger. He'd learned how to defend himself in all kinds of situations. Driving was just one of the many skills he had honed over the years, and tonight, on the dark, deserted streets of the city, he would put those skills to the test. His glance shifted from the rearview mirror to the glove compartment where he kept his pistol.

LMH: "You really think you can stop me?" he muttered as he flipped the compartment open, grabbing the gun.

The first car pulled up alongside him, its tinted windows giving no hint of the threat within. But LMH didn't need to see his enemies to know what they were capable of. He rolled down his window, took aim, and fired. The bullet shattered the passenger-side window, finding its mark with deadly precision. The car swerved, crashing into a nearby building with a loud, sickening crunch.

But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another car was already closing in, its occupants more prepared than the first. They opened fire, bullets whizzing past LMH's car as he accelerated, dodging the deadly barrage. He sped forward, then slammed on the brakes, causing the pursuing car to overshoot him. He spun the car around, now facing his attackers head-on.

LMH: "You picked the wrong night to mess with me," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl.

They lined up side by side, ready to crush him. But LMH was faster. With a quick flick of his wrist, he fired again, hitting the car on his right side. It slowed, losing ground, and LMH quickly shifted his attention to the remaining vehicle. They exchanged fire, the air thick with the smell of burning rubber and gunpowder. The cars danced dangerously close to one another, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Finally, LMH managed a lucky shot, his bullet piercing the front tire of his opponent's car. The vehicle veered off course, slamming into the side of the road with a final, deafening crash.

Breathing heavily, LMH steadied himself, glancing in the rearview mirror to ensure there were no more surprises. Satisfied that he was no longer being followed, he spun the car back around and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring back to life. But just as he thought he was in the clear, the car he had hit earlier reappeared, this time with a vengeance. It sped up, ramming into LMH's car with enough force to make the tires screech against the pavement.

LMH gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain control of the vehicle as it was pushed toward the edge of the road. He could feel the car's chassis groaning under the pressure, the metal frame beginning to give way. In a desperate move, LMH squeezed out of his window, leaning onto the roof of his car with the agility born from years of training. He aimed his pistol at the windshield of his assailant's car and fired two quick shots.

The bullets hit their mark, slowing the car just enough for LMH to leap back inside his own vehicle. He floored the accelerator, his car surging forward as the other fell behind, unable to keep up. As the city lights blurred past him, LMH's thoughts returned to Yn. He was getting closer, but the danger was far from over. JK wouldn't give up so easily.

And neither would he.

**To be Continued...**