The aftermath of the warehouse incident had left Y/n, Taehyung, and Hobi in a state of heightened anxiety. They moved through their daily routines at the college with a shared sense of vigilance, their eyes constantly darting to the shadows, wary of the unseen threat that now lurked in their lives. Despite their efforts to maintain normalcy, an unspoken tension crackled between them, a reminder of the danger that had pierced their ordinary lives.

It was late in the evening, and the trio found themselves once again gathered in their favorite study spot at a quiet corner of the campus library. The comforting hum of fluorescent lights overhead and the rustle of pages offered a fragile semblance of safety. Yet, as Y/n stared blankly at her textbook, her mind replayed the events of that fateful night.

"Do you think we're safe?" Taehyung's voice broke the silence, his question lingering in the air.

Hobi looked up from his notes, his expression grim. "Safe? We saw something we shouldn't have. I don't think safety is in the cards for us right now."

Y/n nodded in agreement, her thoughts heavy with the implications of their encounter. "We need to be careful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't let anyone know what we saw."

As they continued to discuss their situation in hushed tones, they remained oblivious to the two pairs of eyes watching them intently from a distant table. Yoongi and Namjoon, masters of the underworld, had already traced the trio's steps back to the college. They had seen the fear and confusion in the young faces, and now they were here to ensure their silence.

"That's them," Namjoon murmured, his eyes narrowing as he observed the trio. "They don't look like they belong in our world, but they saw too much."

Yoongi nodded, his gaze unwavering. "We need to handle this discreetly. Capture them, make sure they understand the consequences of talking."

Namjoon glanced around the library, noting the sparse number of students and the secluded nature of their target's spot. "Now's our best chance."

With a silent nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats, moving with a predatory grace that belied their sinister intentions. They approached the trio with calculated precision, their presence sending an involuntary shiver down Y/n's spine.

"Excuse me," Yoongi said smoothly, his voice a velvet trap that drew the trio's attention. "Mind if we join you for a moment?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the two men standing before them. There was something unsettlingly familiar about them, a sense of danger that set her instincts on edge.

"Sure," Taehyung replied hesitantly, glancing at his friends with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Yoongi and Namjoon took seats opposite the trio, their expressions unreadable. "We couldn't help but notice you seem a bit...distracted," Namjoon began, his tone deceptively casual. "Anything you want to share?"

Hobi's eyes darted nervously to Y/n, who shook her head slightly, urging him to stay quiet. "No, we're just studying," he replied, forcing a smile.

Yoongi leaned forward, his eyes boring into Y/n's with a disconcerting intensity. "Are you sure about that? Because we have reason to believe you might know something...important."

The tension in the air was palpable, and Y/n could feel her pulse quicken. "We don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Namjoon sighed, a hint of impatience creeping into his demeanor. "Let's not play games. We know you were at the warehouse. We know what you saw."

Panic flared in Y/n's chest, but she forced herself to remain calm. "We didn't see anything. We just stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time."

Yoongi's gaze never wavered. "You expect us to believe that?"

Before Y/n could respond, Taehyung interjected, his voice shaky. "Look, we don't want any trouble. We'll keep quiet, we swear."

Namjoon exchanged a glance with Yoongi, a silent communication passing between them. "That's the problem," Namjoon said softly. "We can't just take your word for it."

In a swift, practiced motion, Yoongi and Namjoon moved, capturing the trio with a speed that left them breathless. Y/n felt a cloth pressed over her mouth and nose, a sickly sweet scent flooding her senses before everything went black.

When Y/n awoke, she found herself in a dimly lit room, her wrists bound to a metal chair. Taehyung and Hobi were similarly restrained beside her, their expressions mirroring her own confusion and fear. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, drawing their attention to the figures approaching them.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood before them, their expressions cold and calculating. "Now," Yoongi said, his voice a low growl, "let's get to the bottom of this."

Namjoon stepped closer, his eyes locked onto Y/n's. "Tell us everything you saw and heard at the warehouse. Leave nothing out."

Y/n's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to protect her friends and herself. "We...we saw the transaction," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But we didn't hear much. We just wanted to leave as soon as we realized what was happening."

Yoongi studied her for a moment, his gaze intense. "There's something about you," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "Something different."

Namjoon frowned, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure yet, but there's something...unusual about her. We need to keep a closer eye on them."

Namjoon nodded in agreement, his expression hardening. "Very well. But make no mistake—if any of you speak a word of this to anyone, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

The trio nodded, their fear palpable. As Yoongi and Namjoon turned to leave, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that their ordeal was far from over. There was a storm brewing, and they were caught in the eye of it.

As the door closed behind their captors, Y/n exchanged a glance with Taehyung and Hobi, determination glinting in her eyes. They had to find a way out of this, to uncover the truth about their unusual nature and the danger that now surrounded them. Their lives depended on it.