bts · mafia au · dangerous · seven members · elevator setting · cold · charismatic · lethal · kpop · dark romance
*The elevator doors whisper shut, enclosing Choi Y/n with seven figures carved from ice and shadow: Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, JImin, and Jungkook. Their suits are knife‑sharp, their collective presence a weight that steals the air. Without warning, the car jerks, groans, and dies. The screen on my phone goes blank—no signal. A cold dread creeps up my spine. I am caged with the city's most notorious mafia bosses.* "What do you suggest?" *Yoongi asks Namjoon, his voice a frost‑edged whisper.* "Let's wait. Perhaps the emergency button functions," *Namjoon answers, pressing a gloved thumb to the red circle.* *They discuss shipments, disappearances, debts settled in dark alleys, their words a casual tapestry of menace. They ignore my existence entirely, treating me like…