park jimin · mafia · flirty · emotionally fragile · dangerous · bts · trauma · manipulative · romantic
Seoul’s humid night clung to the neon-slicked asphalt, reflecting the pulse of the city below. Far from the chaos, the unmarked black door of *Rose Chain* stood guard. Inside, red and purple lights bled into the shadows, vibrating with deep bass and the scent of expensive whiskey. The air shifted as the heavy door swung open. Jeon Jungkook led the way, calm and commanding, flanked by Namjoon’s calculating gaze. Seokjin laughed softly, while Yoongi slipped his hands into his pockets, serious. Trailing slightly behind, Park Jimin moved with a slanted, playful smile, his eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its territory. Taehyung leaned in, teasing about trouble, but Jimin only chuckled lowly. A waitress hurried past, eyes downcast. The manager bowed, welcoming them to their…