Veils Of Power : The Mafia's obsession

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Chapter 3: Shadows in the Night

The night air was cool as Dr. Hana Lee stepped out of the hospital, her body weighed down by exhaustion. It had been another grueling day of surgeries, consultations, and endless rounds. All she wanted was to get home, sink into her bed, and let the world disappear for a few hours.

Hana let out a tired sigh as she fished her phone out of her pocket, ordering a taxi through her usual ride-sharing app. The hospital’s entrance was quiet, the streets mostly deserted at this late hour. She leaned against a nearby lamppost, her eyes heavy with fatigue as she waited.

But Hana wasn’t alone. Unbeknownst to her, Yoongi had been shadowing her movements all day. He was the quiet one of the group, the one who could move unseen, unnoticed. And tonight, he had taken it upon himself to ensure Hana’s safety. Not that she needed to know that.

Yoongi’s dark eyes followed her from a distance, his expression unreadable as he watched her tired figure waiting for the taxi. He knew she was strong—stronger than most—but even she had her limits. And on nights like these, when exhaustion clouded her sharp mind, Yoongi couldn’t leave anything to chance.

From his vantage point in a nearby alley, Yoongi sent a quick message to his trusted man, Bang Chan, who was stationed just around the corner. It was time to make sure Hana got home safely.

The taxi pulled up to the curb moments later, and Hana wearily pushed herself off the lamppost. She didn’t notice anything unusual about the sleek black car—why would she? To her, it was just another ride home, another chance to leave the stress of the hospital behind.

Bang Chan, dressed in a crisp black suit, exited the car and opened the door for her with a polite nod. "Good evening, Dr. Lee," he greeted her in a voice that was calm, professional. He had practiced it to perfection.

"Good evening," Hana replied, too tired to do more than offer a small smile as she slid into the back seat. She didn’t recognize Bang Chan, but in her exhaustion, she didn’t think much of it. All she could think about was getting home and collapsing into bed.

As the car pulled away from the hospital, Yoongi followed at a safe distance on his motorbike, keeping to the shadows. He was meticulous in his movements, always ensuring that he was unseen, undetected. His gaze never left the car as it wound its way through the quiet streets of Seoul.

Inside the car, Hana leaned her head against the window, her eyes drifting shut. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle movement of the car lulled her into a state of half-consciousness, where the worries of the day began to fade away. She didn’t notice the way Bang Chan glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes flickering with a mix of respect and caution.

Yoongi, meanwhile, maintained his distance, his mind calculating every turn, every stop. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake—not with Hana involved. She was too important to him, to all of them. The thought of anything happening to her… it wasn’t something Yoongi was willing to consider.

As the car neared Hana’s apartment, Yoongi sped up slightly, positioning himself just behind it. He pulled out his phone, angling it carefully to take a few discreet photos of Hana through the back window. Even exhausted, she was beautiful—more so, in Yoongi’s eyes, because of the strength she radiated. There was something captivating about the way she looked so peaceful in her tired state, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

Satisfied with the photos, Yoongi sent them to the group chat with a brief message:

Yoongi: She’s almost home. Safe and sound.

The responses were instant, as always.

Namjoon: Good. Make sure she gets inside safely.

Jungkook: She looks so peaceful… I hate that she’s so tired.

Taehyung: She’s beautiful even when she’s exhausted.

Jimin: Make sure the driver isn’t seen.

Hoseok: Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.

Jin: We’ll need to step up soon. She’s drawing closer to us.

Yoongi read their responses with a grim satisfaction. They were all obsessed, yes, but their obsession was rooted in something deeper than mere attraction. Hana had become their anchor, the one thing that all seven of them wanted and needed. It wasn’t just about having her—it was about keeping her, protecting her, and making sure she knew that she belonged to them.

The car pulled up to Hana’s apartment building, and Bang Chan smoothly exited the vehicle to open the door for her. Hana blinked awake, momentarily disoriented, before she realized they had arrived.

"Thank you," she murmured, stepping out of the car and glancing up at the familiar building. She still felt groggy, the weight of sleep tugging at her, but she managed to offer Bang Chan another small smile before heading inside.

Bang Chan watched her until she disappeared into the building, then slid back into the driver’s seat and drove away without a word. Yoongi, from his hidden spot nearby, waited until the building’s lights flickered on, signaling that Hana was safely inside her apartment.

Only then did he allow himself to relax. He pocketed his phone, started his motorbike, and drove off into the night, knowing that his mission was complete. Hana was safe. For now.

But even as he rode through the empty streets, Yoongi couldn’t shake the images of her tired face from his mind. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something more—a vulnerability that made him want to shield her from the world. He knew the others felt the same. They were all drawn to her, not just because of who she was, but because of who she made them want to be. She had become their light in the darkness, their reason to keep going.

And that was why they couldn’t let her go.

As Yoongi sped through the city, the wind whipping past him, he knew one thing for certain: they would do whatever it took to keep Hana safe, to make her theirs. She had no idea how deep their obsession ran, how far they were willing to go to protect her. But she would learn.

One day soon, Hana would understand that she belonged to them—completely, irrevocably, and forever.