7 MAFIA DADDIES ✅

**Chapter 5: The Wrong Call**

The penthouse was quiet, the calm after the earlier chaos of Suga’s injury settling over the room. The Mafia Daddies were scattered around, each lost in their own thoughts, when the sudden ring of Y/N’s phone broke the silence. She had left her phone unattended on the coffee table, and it had started vibrating insistently.

Y/N picked up the phone with an irritated sigh. “What now?” she muttered, glancing at the screen. The caller ID showed an unknown number. “Hello?”

On the other end of the line, a voice, distorted and smug, greeted her. “Well, well, if it isn’t the mysterious Y/N. How’s it going, princess?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she listened to the taunting tone. She could sense the underlying condescension. “Who is this?” she demanded.

The voice continued, clearly enjoying the moment. “Just someone having a bit of fun. Thought I’d see how you’re doing. Maybe play a little game with you.”

Before Y/N could respond, Suga, having overheard the conversation, took the phone from her hand, his expression turning serious. “Give me that,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative. He put the phone to his ear. “Whoever this is, you’ve got the wrong person.”

The caller, surprised but not deterred, responded with a condescending chuckle. “Oh, come on, don’t be so uptight. I’m just trying to have a little fun. I thought the mafia life would appreciate some games.”

Suga’s demeanor remained unshaken. “We’re not interested in your games. This is a serious situation, and you’re wasting our time.”

The caller tried to press further, but Suga’s patience wore thin. “Enough. We don’t have time for your nonsense. You’ve got the wrong number, and you’re not welcome here.”

Y/N, who had been listening, finally lost her temper. She snatched the phone from Suga’s hand and, with a scowl, shouted into the receiver, “Fuck the shit off, you bitch! We are not game for your play. Fuck you!”

She slammed the phone down, cutting off the caller with a finality that echoed through the room.

The Mafia Daddies, who had been quietly observing the exchange, were left in stunned silence. The air was thick with shock as they processed Y/N’s outburst.

“Did she just…?” Jin started, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yeah,” J-Hope confirmed, his voice low. “She definitely said ‘fuck you’ to someone on the phone.”

“I’ve never heard her talk like that,” V added, shaking his head in amazement. “She’s got quite a temper.”

Suga, still watching Y/N with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, finally spoke up. “I’ve never seen anyone talk to a caller like that. She really doesn’t hold back.”

RM nodded thoughtfully. “She’s definitely a wild card. There’s no predicting what she’ll do next.”

The room was filled with a sense of newfound intrigue. Y/N’s unfiltered reaction had revealed another layer to her complex personality. She was not only fiercely independent but also fiercely protective of her own space and boundaries.

As the night went on, the Mafia Daddies couldn’t shake the shock of Y/N’s unexpected response. Her raw and unapologetic manner had left an impression, further complicating their understanding of her. With every interaction, she was proving to be a force to be reckoned with, and the dynamics within the penthouse were shifting in ways they hadn’t anticipated.