The club throbbed with the infectious beat of the music, its lively rhythm setting the tone for the neon-lit revelry. Amidst the vibrant crowd, a sleek figure cloaked in a black suit strode confidently into the VIP section, drawing eyes like a magnet. It was Park Jimin, leader of the infamous BTS Mafia, known for his ruthless demeanour and an aura that sent shivers even through the shadowy corridors of the underworld.

Accompanying Jimin was V, his right-hand man, mirroring his boss's enigmatic presence. The duo walked with purpose, unfazed by the surrounding chaos, as if the club itself adjusted to their silent entrance. The VIP section, already charged with exclusive energy, became the centre stage for an unspoken shift as they claimed their space.

Their arrival did not go unnoticed. The seated patrons turned, eyes locking onto the newcomers. Whispers of recognition buzzed through the air as the crowd collectively acknowledged the presence of the BTS leader. Women couldn't help but steal glances, their eyes betraying a mix of desire and intrigue, while men observed a blend of awe and jealousy.

Jimin and V, seemingly impervious to the attention, continued their calculated advance. The VIP section's atmosphere shifted, an unspoken understanding that the night had taken an unexpected turn.

Choosing a corner, Jimin and V seated themselves, facing the existing occupants with an air of ownership. Among them, a man already seated smirked, breaking the silence with a teasing tone, "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting the great BTS again?"

The thumping music in the club seemed to synchronize with the tension in the air as Jimin fixed his intense gaze on Lee, the man who had dared to address the notorious BTS leader with a hint of defiance.

Jimin's voice, low and dangerous, cut through the pulsating beats, "Lee, I suggest you stop trying to break our deals and ruin our business for your own good."

Lee, caught in the crosshairs of Jimin's unwavering stare, felt a chill creeping down his spine. Despite the fear simmering beneath the surface, there was a twisted pleasure he derived from provoking the leader of the BTS Mafia. With a smirk, he replied in a teasing voice, "How about no? Let's make a deal..."

Jimin's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin. "I am not interested in making any deal with you," he spat out with palpable disdain.

Lee, playing his cards with a cunning grin, leaned back, seemingly undeterred. "Hear me out for your own good. You either back off the deal you made with Enhypen, or... or consider your boy toy dead."

Jimin raised his eyebrows. Lee replied, " You think I didn't notice you following that Jeon Jungkook around for the past 3 months?"

Jimin's breath hitched as Lee mentioned Jungkook's name. He knew all too well that Lee had found his weak spot. Jungkook, not present in the club but a vulnerability nonetheless, was a card Lee intended to play.

Despite the storm brewing inside him, Jimin, the unyielding leader of the BTS Mafia, refused to allow Lee to hold sway over his emotions. He tightened his grip on the façade of cold composure, determined not to let anyone, especially Lee, perceive the internal turmoil.

In the dimly lit VIP section, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the club, Jimin's gaze bore into Lee's with a chilling intensity. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as Jimin, known for his ruthlessness, wrestled with the emotional tether that Jungkook represented.

Lee's smirk widened in what he perceived as a triumph, "Seems like I found the Great Park Jimin's weak spot."

Jimin, however, responded with a dark chuckle, his eyes reflecting a lethal resolve. "He is not my weak spot. I am Park Jimin. Park Jimin does not have weak spots."

Undeterred, Lee teased, pushing the boundaries further, "So, would it be alright if I kidnapped the boy and sold his organs? Or better, I can make him my toy. He does look delicious. I'll have fun."

Jimin gritted his teeth, a barely contained rage beneath the surface, yet he spoke with a steely calm, "I don't care about the boy. But, you have made the biggest mistake in your life by threatening me. Our truce has ended. You'll see what happens next."

With those words hanging in the charged atmosphere, Jimin rose from his seat, V following suit. The air crackled with tension as the two men walked out of the club with unwavering confidence, leaving Lee to contemplate the gravity of his ill-fated choice. The club, oblivious to the unfolding turmoil, continued to pulse with music and neon lights, but the dynamics of the night had shifted, setting the stage for a reckoning between the formidable leader of the BTS Mafia and an adversary who had underestimated the consequences of challenging Park Jimin.

As they settled into the car, the tension in the air was palpable. Jimin, with clenched teeth and a furious expression, turned to V. "Call an emergency meeting," he commanded, the gravity of the situation evident in his voice.

V, understanding the urgency, nodded in acknowledgment. Swiftly, he retrieved his phone, sending out messages that would summon the key members of the BTS Mafia. The atmosphere inside the car was charged with an unspoken determination as they both navigated the city streets, headed back to their headquarters—a mansion that served as both residence and command center.

The night outside seemed to mirror the storm brewing within Jimin. The mansion loomed in the distance, a fortress that held the secrets and power of the BTS Mafia. As they approached, the weight of the impending meeting hung in the air, signaling a turning point in the clandestine world they navigated. 

As Jimin and V walked into the mansion, the headquarters of the BTS Mafia, they were met with a scene of organized chaos. The trusted members of their gang were assembled, clad in fighting gear that bore the insignia of the BTS Mafia, a symbol of their unity and loyalty.

Addressing the room, Jimin's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, "We have an emergency, but this is a private matter, so only the main BTS Mafia members will be involved."

A collective nod passed through the room as the members stood at attention, ready for whatever challenge lay ahead.

Jimin continued, his words carrying the weight of command, "Jeon Jungkook. You all know him. I want him in this mansion by the end of the night, unharmed. Not a single scratch, or it won't be good. Lee is trying to kidnap him and make him his toy. You all know the plan. V will be leading you all."

V, assuming his role as the leader of the mission, nodded in agreement. The room buzzed with a sense of urgency as each member understood the gravity of the situation. The mansion, usually a haven of secrecy and power, now became the strategic center for a mission that would test the bonds of the BTS Mafia.

As the members dispersed to prepare for the mission, the mansion's halls echoed with a determined energy. The night had taken a perilous turn, and the BTS Mafia, a force to be reckoned with, was mobilizing to protect one of their own.