Monday morning came with a storm. Not of rain — but of chaos.
A warehouse owned by the Kims was burned to ash overnight. Several guards injured. One missing.
Namjoon was livid.
Namjoon: "They want war. Then we give them one."
Jin: "We need to send a message — clean, ruthless, unforgettable."
Yoongi didn't speak. He watched Y/N carefully, reading her silence.
Y/N: "Let me help."
The room stilled.
Jimin: "No."
Y/N: "You said I'm a part of this family. Then treat me like it."
Namjoon looked at her for a long time, then gave Yoongi a silent nod.
That night, Yoongi took Y/N to a second studio — one used for surveillance and recon, not music.
He handed her files. Faces. Numbers. Patterns.
Yoongi: "Study them. These are the Baeks' lieutenants. Learn their moves before they make them."
It was overwhelming — but thrilling. Y/N had a sharp mind, and Yoongi knew it.
She wasn't just playing music anymore. She was playing the game.