The trio—Y/n, Taehyung, and Hobi—had always been drawn to the mysterious corners of Seoul. It wasn't just curiosity that led them; it was an unspoken desire to escape the ordinary and uncover secrets hidden in the shadows. Tonight, that desire brought them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, where rumors whispered of illicit activities and forgotten deals.

As they approached the crumbling structure, Y/n couldn't shake the tingling sensation at the back of her neck. The air felt heavy with anticipation, and the moonlight filtering through broken windows cast eerie shadows on the dusty floor. Despite the chill in the air, their excitement buzzed like electricity between them.

"This place gives me the creeps," Taehyung muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His usually carefree demeanor was tinged with caution tonight, his eyes darting around as if expecting something—or someone—to jump out from the darkness.

Hobi chuckled nervously, his hand running through his hair. "Come on, Tae. It's just an old warehouse. What's the worst that could happen?"

Y/n smiled, her own nerves tempered by the thrill of the unknown. "Exactly. We're just here to explore, right?"

They ventured deeper into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness. Broken crates and discarded machinery littered the floor, relics of a time when this place bustled with industry. Now, it lay forgotten, a perfect hiding spot for those who preferred to operate beyond the law's reach.

It was Hobi who first noticed the faint glow of distant lights filtering through a cracked doorway at the far end of the warehouse. "Guys, look," he whispered, pointing towards the source of light. "There's something over there."

Taehyung and Y/n exchanged glances, curiosity overpowering their initial apprehension. They moved silently towards the doorway, careful to avoid the loose floorboards that creaked underfoot. As they approached, muffled voices drifted through the cracks, accompanied by the clinking of glass and the rustle of paper.

Peering cautiously through a gap, Y/n's eyes widened at the scene unfolding inside. The warehouse was not as abandoned as they had thought. A group of men, dressed in dark suits and with tattoos peeking out from their sleeves, stood around a makeshift table littered with stacks of cash and bags of what looked like dr**gs.

"This is no ordinary stash," Taehyung muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

Hobi's brow furrowed in concern. "Do you think they're..."

"Dealing?" Y/n finished his sentence, her voice barely audible. "Looks like it."

The trio watched in stunned silence as the tension in the room escalated. Two men, their faces twisted in anger, stood toe-to-toe at the center of the gathering. One of them—a burly figure with a scar running down his cheek—slammed his fist onto the table, causing the contents to rattle ominously.

"You think you can double-cross us and get away with it?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The other man—a younger, more nervous-looking individual—stammered in response, his hands held up in a placating gesture. "I-I swear, it wasn't us. Something went wrong—"

"Save your excuses," the scar-faced man interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. "You know what happens to people who betray us."

Before anyone could react, the tension exploded into violence. Shots rang out, shattering the stillness of the warehouse. Y/n felt a scream catch in her throat as chaos erupted around them. The rival gangs clashed in a frenzy of fists and gunfire, their voices drowned out by the cacophony of conflict.

"We need to get out of here," Taehyung hissed urgently, grabbing Y/n's arm and pulling her away from the doorway. Hobi followed close behind, his heart pounding in his chest.

They sprinted towards the exit, adrenaline fueling their desperate flight. Behind them, the warehouse echoed with the sounds of the underworld's wrath. Bullets whizzed past, shattering windows and sending showers of glass cascading to the ground.

Outside, they stumbled into the cold night air, gasping for breath as they raced through the deserted streets. Sirens wailed in the distance, drawing nearer with each passing second.

"We shouldn't have come here," Hobi panted, his voice tinged with guilt.

Y/n shook her head, trying to steady her racing heartbeat. "It was just supposed to be an adventure," she whispered, more to herself than to her friends.

They didn't speak again until they were safely back in their dorm room, the adrenaline rush giving way to a bone-deep weariness. They collapsed onto their beds, the events of the night replaying in their minds like a terrifying movie.

"What do we do now?" Taehyung asked finally, his voice hoarse with fatigue.

Hobi sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't know, Tae. But one thing's for sure—we're never going back to that warehouse again."

Y/n nodded in agreement, her thoughts racing with the realization that they had stumbled upon something far more dangerous than they had ever imagined. The incident had shattered their illusion of the city's innocence, revealing a dark underbelly that lurked just beneath its glittering surface.

As they lay in the quiet darkness of their room, the weight of their shared secret hung heavy between them. They were no longer just college friends exploring Seoul's mysteries—they were witnesses to a world they never should have encountered, a world that threatened to consume them if they dared to look too closely.

And somewhere out there, in the heart of the city's shadows, powerful figures like Yoongi and Namjoon lurked, their presence a chilling reminder that they were now entangled in a dangerous game with stakes they could barely comprehend.