The grand mansion loomed ahead, an imposing structure of stone and glass that seemed to rise out of the darkness like some ancient fortress. The night was still, with only the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind to break the silence. Hana's heart pounded in her chest as the car pulled up to the front entrance, the heavy iron gates clanging shut behind them with an ominous finality.
Jungkook cut the engine, and the Seven men exited the vehicle in unison, their movements smooth and synchronized. Hana hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. Before she could gather her thoughts, the door beside her swung open, and Jimin was there, his face unreadable but his eyes soft with concern.
"Come on," he said gently, extending a hand to her.
Hana stared at his outstretched hand, torn between fear and a desperate need for reassurance. She had no choice but to follow them, but the thought of stepping into that mansion, of walking into what felt like a luxurious prison, made her want to bolt. The men standing around her, though seemingly calm, exuded a sense of authority that told her any attempt to escape would be futile.
Reluctantly, she placed her hand in Jimin's, and he helped her out of the car. The other members of the Seven watched her intently, their eyes following her every move. She felt like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a pack of wolves, and the fear that gripped her heart tightened with each passing second.
The mansion's entrance hall was as grand as the exterior, with marble floors that gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, and walls adorned with exquisite artwork. It was the kind of place that exuded wealth and power, a testament to the influence these men held in the world. But to Hana, it felt cold and unwelcoming, like the heart of a beast that had swallowed her whole.
Namjoon led the way, his presence commanding as he moved through the hallways with the others following closely behind. Hana was flanked by Jimin and Taehyung, their steps light but purposeful, while Yoongi trailed behind, his expression unreadable. As they walked, she couldn't help but glance around, taking in the opulence that surrounded her, though none of it brought her any comfort.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as they reached a large, intricately carved door at the end of the hallway. Namjoon pushed it open, revealing a spacious living room filled with elegant furniture and a large fireplace that crackled with warmth. But the warmth of the fire did nothing to thaw the ice in her veins as she stood there, feeling like she was on trial.
Namjoon turned to face her, his eyes sharp and assessing. "This is where you'll stay," he said, his voice even. "You’ll have everything you need here, but you won’t leave until your father has settled his debt."
Hana clenched her fists, trying to muster some courage. "I don't want to stay here," she said, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound strong. "I want to go home."
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, as if considering her words. "Your home is no longer an option," he replied calmly. "You're safer here."
"Safer?" Hana repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. "You've taken me from my family, from my life! How is that safe?"
A tense silence filled the room as her words hung in the air. The other members exchanged glances, but none of them spoke. Hana's heart raced as she waited for a response, her fear morphing into frustration and anger.
Yoongi, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, suddenly stepped forward. His expression was cold, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Enough," he snapped, his voice low and sharp, like the crack of a whip. "You don’t get to make demands here."
Hana flinched at the harshness in his tone, her breath catching in her throat. Yoongi's eyes were fierce, a storm of barely restrained anger swirling within them. The softness she had seen in him earlier was gone, replaced by a hardened edge that terrified her.
"I—I don't understand," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why me?"
Yoongi's jaw tightened, and he took another step closer, towering over her. "Your father crossed us," he said, his voice chillingly calm. "He thought he could get away with cheating us. You’re here because of him."
The words cut through Hana like a knife. She felt her knees weaken as the reality of her situation sank in. This wasn't just about money; this was about power, control, and the consequences of her father's actions. The fear that had been gnawing at her now consumed her entirely.
Yoongi's gaze bore into her, and in that moment, Hana felt like she was nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally broke free, streaming down her cheeks as she choked back a sob.
"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I just want to go home."
But there was no sympathy in Yoongi's eyes, no hint of compassion. He took a step back, his expression hardening further. "You're not going anywhere," he said coldly. "And you'd better get used to it."
Hana's heart shattered at his words. The full weight of her situation crashed down on her, and she felt utterly powerless. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls pressing in, suffocating her with the reality of her captivity.
She vaguely registered someone kneeling beside her, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. It was Jimin, his touch light and comforting, but it did little to ease her anguish. "It's okay," he murmured softly, though his words rang hollow in her ears. "You’ll be alright."
But Hana couldn’t hear him. Her sobs grew louder, echoing off the walls of the grand room. The tears blurred her vision as she cried out for a life that had been ripped away from her, for the freedom that was now a distant memory.
Namjoon watched her with a furrowed brow, his expression unreadable, while the others remained silent, each of them watching with varying degrees of discomfort and detachment. Yoongi had retreated to the back of the room, his face a mask of indifference, though his clenched fists betrayed the tension simmering within him.
After what felt like an eternity, Namjoon stepped forward, his tone firm but not unkind. "Take her to her room," he instructed, glancing at Hoseok and Taehyung.
Hoseok nodded, his expression softening as he approached Hana. He gently lifted her to her feet, his hands steadying her trembling form. Taehyung stood by, his deep, soulful eyes filled with something that might have been pity, though he kept his distance.
"Come on," Hoseok said softly, guiding Hana out of the living room and down another hallway. She followed him in a daze, her legs weak and unsteady beneath her. The opulent surroundings passed by in a blur, the luxurious decor nothing more than a cold reminder of her new reality.
They reached a door at the end of the hallway, and Hoseok pushed it open, revealing a spacious bedroom decorated in warm, inviting tones. The bed was large, with soft linens that looked almost too comfortable, and a window that overlooked the sprawling grounds of the mansion. But to Hana, it felt like nothing more than a gilded cage.
Hoseok led her inside, his grip gentle but firm. "This is your room," he said quietly, his voice almost apologetic. "You can stay here for now. We’ll bring you whatever you need."
Hana didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The exhaustion and emotional turmoil had drained her of all strength. All she could do was nod weakly as she stood in the center of the room, her eyes unfocused.
Taehyung stepped into the room, placing a glass of water on the bedside table. He met Hana's gaze, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something—sympathy, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
"We’ll check on you later," Hoseok said, as he and Taehyung moved to leave. But before they stepped out, Taehyung paused at the door, turning back to Hana.
"We're not your enemies," he said softly, his deep voice carrying a sincerity that tugged at Hana's frayed emotions. "Just… try to rest."
With that, they exited the room, and the door clicked shut behind them. Hana stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, her mind numb with the shock of everything that had happened. Then, she heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock.
Her heart sank. They had locked her in.
The realization that she was truly a prisoner hit her like a ton of bricks. The tears that had momentarily stopped began to flow again, and she sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as she cried into the empty silence of the room.
Outside, the mansion was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city far beyond its walls. The Seven went about their business, each of them carrying the weight of what had just transpired in their own way. But for Hana, trapped in a room that was as beautiful as it was confining, the night was filled with nothing but the sound of her own despair.
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