UNDER THEIR SHADOW

PROLOGUE

Seoul was quieter that night.
Not peaceful.
Just… waiting.
Rain fell in thin, steady lines, washing over glass towers and empty streets, blurring the city into something distant and unreal. The kind of night where people stayed inside, doors locked, lights dimmed,unaware that somewhere beneath the calm, something irreversible was about to happen.

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“Stay inside.”
The words were firm. Not loud, but final.
Kim Namjoon stood near the doorway, shoulders tense, eyes sharper than they should have been for someone his age. Across the room, a younger Min Yoongi sat still, fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his sleeve, watching him.
“Hyung…”
Yoongi’s voice was quiet.
Uncertain.
Namjoon didn’t look back immediately.
Because if he did, he might hesitate.
And hesitation....
was the one thing neither of them could afford.

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It started with a sound.
Not thunder.
Not rain.
Something heavier.
Something wrong.
A crash echoed through the house, sharp and sudden, followed by voices. Too many, too unfamiliar.
Yoongi flinched.
Namjoon didn’t.
He turned then, just for a second, meeting Yoongi’s eyes.
And in that single glance, something passed between them.
Fear.
Understanding.
And something darker, something that hadn’t existed before.
“Don’t come out,” Namjoon said.
Then he stepped away.

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The hallway felt longer than usual.
Every step echoed louder.
Every shadow stretched further.
Voices grew clearer, low, controlled, dangerous.
Not chaos.
Not panic.
This was planned.

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“Shame,” one of them said, almost amused.
“Could’ve been useful.”
Another voice followed, colder.
“Loose ends aren’t useful.”

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Namjoon stopped.
His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms hard enough to hurt, but not enough to matter.
He knew what those words meant.
He wasn’t a child anymore.
Not really.

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Behind him, a door creaked open.
Soft.
Careless.
Yoongi.
Namjoon closed his eyes for a second.
Just a second.
Then turned back.
Too late.

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Everything after that blurred.
Shouting.
Movement.
The sharp, suffocating weight of something ending.
Yoongi grabbed his sleeve.
Namjoon didn’t pull away.
For the first time that night,
he didn’t tell him to stay back.

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They didn’t cry.
Not then.
There wasn’t time.
There was only the sound of rain.
And footsteps leaving.
And silence settling too quickly after something that should have shattered the world.

—

The house didn’t feel like a house anymore.
Just walls.
Just space.
Just absence.

—

Yoongi’s grip tightened.
“Hyung…”
The word broke halfway.
Namjoon looked down at him.
Really looked.
And something inside him,
something human...
started to crack.
But it didn’t break.
It hardened.

—

“They’ll come back,” Yoongi whispered.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Just a quiet, terrifying certainty.
Namjoon nodded.
Once.
Slow.
“Then we won’t be here.”

—

That was the moment.
Not the loss.
Not the fear.
But the decision.

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Two boys stepped out into the rain that night.
Not running.
Not hiding.
But leaving behind everything that made them soft.
Everything that made them safe.

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By morning, the city moved on.
News buried.
Names forgotten.
Another incident in a place that never truly stopped.

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But somewhere in the shadows—
two survivors began building something far more dangerous than revenge.
They built control.
They built power.
They built a world where no one could touch them again.

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And years later—
that world would collide with someone who had never asked to be part of it.
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Heyyyyyyyyyyyy, you guys still have time I have just started this story and the whole plot isn't ready yet(except the beginning 🫣🤧). So if anyone has any ideas to share for the upcoming parts in the story then do tell me. It's going to be a little angst, mafia story their personalities, traits and the trouple has been decided so if anyone has any plan of giving any plot twist or any event you would like in this story they can tell me.
This doesn't have any jealous b*tches and love rivals and all.
Read the prologue and Intro. And give more ideas

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