The clock on the wall struck midnight, its steady ticking echoing ominously through the dark, luxurious office. The city outside was alive with the usual hum of activity, neon lights casting eerie shadows through the windows. But inside this room, the air was thick with tension, as if the very walls knew the gravity of the meeting about to take place.

Seated behind a massive mahogany desk, Mr. Han, a man in his mid-forties with graying hair and a perpetual scowl, nervously tapped his fingers on the polished wood. His heart pounded in his chest, a deep sense of dread settling in his gut. He knew what was coming; the warning had been clear. He had crossed a line, and now he was about to face the consequences.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy double doors creaking open. Mr. Han's breath hitched as seven figures entered the room, their presence sending a chill down his spine. The Seven. The most feared mafia in the world. Their reputation preceded them—a group of men who ruled the underground with an iron fist, whose names were whispered in fear, and whose wrath was legendary.

Each of them stepped forward, their faces partially obscured by the dim lighting. Even in the shadows, the aura of power they exuded was unmistakable. They moved with the precision of predators, and as they positioned themselves around the room, Mr. Han felt trapped, like prey caught in a hunter's snare.

In the center stood their leader, a man with dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through Mr. Han. His name was Kim Namjoon, known as RM in the underworld. His intelligence and strategic mind were unmatched, making him the mastermind behind their operations. To his right was Kim Seokjin, the eldest, whose handsome face belied the cold ruthlessness beneath. Then there was Min Yoongi, or Suga, a man of few words but with a gaze that could freeze blood. Beside him stood Jung Hoseok, known as J-Hope, whose smile could light up a room, though tonight it was nowhere to be seen. Park Jimin, with his angelic face, seemed almost out of place among the group, but his deceptive appearance hid a deadly skillset. Kim Taehyung, or V, with his deep voice and mysterious aura, watched silently, while the youngest, Jeon Jungkook, stood by the door, his sharp eyes never leaving Mr. Han.

"Mr. Han," Namjoon's voice was calm, almost pleasant, but it carried an edge that made Mr. Han's blood run cold. "I believe we have some unfinished business."

Mr. Han swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I—I can explain," he stammered, but the look in Namjoon's eyes told him that explanations were not what they were here for.

"You were given ample time to pay your debt," Namjoon continued, his tone measured. "We were more than generous with the deadline. But not only did you fail to meet it, you dared to ignore our warnings."

"I—I just need more time," Mr. Han pleaded, sweat forming on his brow. "Business has been slow, and I had some unforeseen expenses—"

"Excuses," Suga interjected, his voice low and dangerous. "We don't deal in excuses."

Mr. Han's heart raced as he realized the gravity of his situation. He had heard stories about what happened to those who crossed the Seven, stories of disappearances, and of bodies that were never found. He had thought he could outmaneuver them, that he could find a way to avoid paying what he owed. But now, looking into their cold, unfeeling eyes, he knew he had made a grave mistake.

Namjoon took a step closer, his presence looming over Mr. Han. "Your time is up, Mr. Han. We could take everything from you—your business, your assets, your life." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "But we're going to take something much more valuable."

Mr. Han's eyes widened in terror. "N-no, please," he begged, his voice trembling. "Not my family, please. I'll do anything!"

Namjoon tilted his head slightly, as if considering the plea, but there was no mercy in his gaze. "Your daughter," he said, his tone final. "She'll come with us until your debt is paid."

Mr. Han's world collapsed around him. His daughter, Hana, was the only light in his otherwise dark life. She was his pride and joy, the only person who had ever shown him genuine love and affection. The thought of her being taken by these men, these monsters, was unbearable.

"No, please, not Hana," Mr. Han sobbed, falling to his knees. "She's innocent, she has nothing to do with this. Please, I'll pay, I'll get the money, just don't take her!"

The Seven remained unmoved by his desperation. To them, this was business—a lesson that needed to be taught. RM signaled to Jungkook, who nodded and left the room. The sound of Mr. Han's pleading cries filled the room, but it did nothing to sway them. They had made their decision.

A few moments later, Jungkook returned, leading a young woman into the room. She was in her early twenties, with long dark hair and soft features that resembled her father’s. Hana looked confused, her eyes darting nervously around the room as she took in the sight of the seven men and her father on the floor.

"Dad?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "What's going on? Who are these people?"

Mr. Han couldn't bring himself to look at her. His heart ached with guilt and shame. "I'm sorry, Hana," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I’m so sorry."

Namjoon stepped forward, his gaze shifting to Hana. There was something different in his eyes as he looked at her—not the cold, calculating stare he had given her father, but something softer, more contemplative. "Hana, your father owes us a great deal of money," he explained, his voice gentler than before. "Until he pays his debt, you'll be coming with us."

Hana's eyes widened in shock. "What? No! This has nothing to do with me!" She turned to her father, desperation in her voice. "Dad, please, tell them they can’t do this!"

Mr. Han's head hung low, tears streaming down his face. "I’m sorry, Hana. I have no choice."

She felt her world spinning, the reality of her situation crashing down on her. The men before her were not just ordinary criminals; they were dangerous, powerful, and they were taking her away from everything she knew.

Hoseok stepped forward, his expression softer than the others. "We won't hurt you, Hana," he said, his voice reassuring. "But you need to come with us."

She looked at him, searching his eyes for any sign of compassion, and found a glimmer of it. But it did little to ease her fear. She was about to be taken away by the most feared mafia in the world, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Suga, who had remained silent, stepped closer to Hana. His gaze was intense, but there was something in his eyes that made her feel less afraid. "We’ll protect you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're safe with us."

The words sounded strange coming from someone like him, but they gave Hana a small sliver of hope. She didn't understand why, but she felt that despite everything, these men would keep their word. They were dangerous, yes, but something in their demeanor told her they wouldn't hurt her.

Jimin, who had been quiet until now, offered her a small, almost shy smile. "We'll take care of you," he said softly.

Hana glanced at the seven men, their faces unreadable, yet somehow she felt that they meant what they said. It was a bizarre and terrifying situation, but something told her that her fate could have been far worse.

As the Seven led her out of the office, Mr. Han watched them go, his heart heavy with regret. He had lost the most precious thing in his life, all because of his greed and foolishness. And now, as the door closed behind them, he was left alone in the darkness, knowing that his actions had set in motion something that could never be undone.

The ride to the Seven’s headquarters was silent. Hana sat in the back seat of a sleek black car, sandwiched between Jimin and Taehyung, with Namjoon in the front passenger seat and Jungkook at the wheel. She stared out the window, trying to process everything that had just happened. Her mind raced with questions, but she was too scared to ask them.

Finally, she gathered the courage to speak. "Where are you taking me?"

Namjoon turned slightly in his seat to look at her. "To our home. You’ll stay with us until your father pays what he owes."

"And if he doesn’t?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon didn’t answer right away. When he did, his tone was matter-of-fact. "Then you’ll stay with us."

A shiver ran down Hana's spine. The idea of being a permanent prisoner was horrifying, but there was something in Namjoon’s voice that told her it wasn’t just about the money. She had a feeling that these men had other reasons for wanting her close.