V's world was a canvas of sound and touch. He knew every inch of his neighborhood, every echo of his footsteps, and every whisper of the wind. V was born with a rare condition called Leber congenital amaurosis, which left him blind from birth. His parents had been devastated by the diagnosis, but they vowed to give him a normal life. They encouraged his other senses, teaching him to navigate the world through touch, sound, and smell.

As he grew up, V learned to adapt, developing a keen sense of hearing and a sensitive sense of touch. He learned to read Braille, play music, and even cook. But despite his many talents, V's blindness made him vulnerable, and he often felt like an outsider looking in.

Jimin, his childhood friend and confidant, had always been there to support him. Together, they explored the world, Jimin describing the sights and colors that V could only imagine. They lived in a cozy apartment, surrounded by the familiar scent of fresh laundry and Jimin's mother's cooking.

It was V's birthday, and Jimin had planned the perfect celebration. They hit the town, dancing the night away at the exclusive nightclub, "Eclipse." The pulsating lights and throbbing music filled the air, and V's radiant smile and carefree laughter drew admiring glances. But one gaze stood out - Jungkook's.

From the VIP section, Jungkook watched V with an intensity that made Jimin's skin crawl. He sensed danger lurking, but before he could react, Jungkook's gaze locked onto V like a predator sensing prey. Jungkook was entranced by the way V's eyes sparkled under the strobing lights, and the way his dark hair fell across his forehead in messy, endearing locks.

As the night wore on, Jimin and V danced, lost in the music and joy of the moment. But Jungkook's obsession burned hotter with each passing minute. He dispatched his men, dressed in black and sporting menacing scowls, to bring V to him.

Jimin noticed Jungkook's intense stare and felt a shiver run down his spine. He tried to steer V away, but it was too late. Jungkook's men descended upon the dance floor, their eyes fixed on V. In a flash, V was surrounded, his arms grasped by Jungkook's henchmen. Jimin tried to intervene, but he was shoved aside, his protests drowned out by the music.

V's terrified gaze met Jimin's, and then he was gone, dragged away into the darkness. Jimin's heart raced as he frantically scanned the crowd, but V was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

"V!" Jimin screamed, pushing through the crowd, but his voice was drowned out by the music.

He spun around, desperately searching for a glimpse of V's dark hair or bright smile, but he was gone. Jimin's eyes locked onto the VIP section, where Jungkook sat, his gaze still fixed on the spot where V had disappeared.

A chill ran down Jimin's spine as their eyes met, and he knew he had to act fast. He pushed through the crowd, determined to find V and get him back. But as he reached the edge of the dance floor, he realized he was alone, and V was gone.

Jimin's panic turned to desperation as he frantically searched for V, his heart racing with every passing second. He knew he had to find him before it was too late...

Jimin's search for V led him down a dangerous path,

his phone call to J-Hope was brief, but frantic. "J-Hope, I think I found..." His voice trailed off as the white truck crashed into him. he never expected to end up fighting for his own life. The white truck's impact was brutal, leaving him broken and silent. J-Hope's heart raced as he heard the screech of tires and Jimin's cry of pain.

"Jimin! Jimin, answer me!" J-Hope screamed into the phone, but there was only silence.

Panicked, J-Hope rushed to the accident site, his mind reeling with thoughts of Jimin's last words. What had he found? Was it related to V's disappearance?

When he arrived, he found Jimin lying motionless on the ground, his phone still clutched in his hand. J-Hope called for an ambulance, his hands shaking as he tried to revive Jimin.

At the hospital, J-Hope paced anxiously in the waiting room, his eyes fixed on the doors leading to the ICU. He couldn't shake off the feeling of dread,

The hospital doors swung open, and Dr. Kim, the surgeon, emerged from the surgical ward, looking exhausted. "Jimin's condition is critical," he said gently. "We're doing everything we can, but it's touch-and-go."

J-Hope nodded, feeling a sense of desperation. He quickly dialed Jin's number, his heart racing with every ring.

"Jin, it's J-Hope. Jimin's been in an accident. He's in critical condition," J-Hope said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jin's response was immediate. "What happened? I'll be on the next flight home."

J-Hope took a deep breath, feeling a small sense of relief. "I don't know, Jin. He was searching for V, and then... this happened. I don't know what to do."

Jin's voice was firm. "I'll be there soon, Hobi. We'll get through this together."

As J-Hope waited for Jin's arrival, he couldn't shake off the feeling that time was running out. Jimin's condition was deteriorating, and V was still missing.

J-Hope's world went dark, his heart heavy with fear. . He knew he had to find V, but where did he even start? Jimin's secrets remained locked away, and J-Hope was left with only questions.

As J-Hope sat by Jimin's hospital bed, he couldn't help but think of their last conversation. "J-Hope, I think I found..." The words echoed in his mind, taunting him with their incompleteness. What had Jimin discovered? Was it related to V's disappearance?

J-Hope's thoughts raced back to the night V vanished. He remembered Jimin's frantic calls, his desperation to find their friend. And now, Jimin lay motionless, his secrets locked away.

J-Hope's voice was a distant echo as Jimin lay in his hospital bed, his mind trapped in a coma. But Jimin's subconscious was alive, reliving the memories he thought were long buried.

He was back at the club, celebrating his birthday with friends. Jungkook's presence was commanding, his smile charming. But then, a dispute arose, and Jungkook's mask slipped. His eyes turned cold, his voice dripping with malice. Jimin watched in horror as Jungkook's men dragged the offender away.

The memory faded, and Jimin's mind jumped forward in time. He was searching for V, following a lead, his heart racing with every step. But then, the white truck crashed into him, and everything went black.

Jimin's subconscious struggled to piece together the events leading up to the accident. He remembered J-Hope's frantic voice on the phone, his last words hanging in the air. "J-Hope, I think I found..."

The memory faded, and Jimin's mind returned to the club, to the night he discovered Jungkook's true nature. He was trapped in a never-ending loop, reliving the fear and the horror.

Meanwhile, J-Hope waited anxiously for Jin's arrival, his heart heavy with worry. Jimin's condition was deteriorating, and V was still missing. The darkness closing in around them seemed to grow thicker, more oppressive, with every passing minute.

Jin arrived at the hospital, his face etched with concern. J-Hope met him in the waiting room, his eyes red from lack of sleep.

"Any change?" Jin asked, his voice low.

J-Hope shook his head. "No, he's still in a coma. The doctors say it's touch-and-go."

Jin's expression turned grim. "We need to find V. Now."

J-Hope nodded. "I know, but Jimin's secrets... they're locked away. I don't know where to start."

Jin's eyes narrowed. "We'll start with Jungkook. I have a feeling he's involved in all this."

As they spoke, Jimin's subconscious continued to relive the memories. He was back at the club, watching as Jungkook's mask slipped. He saw the cold calculation in his eyes, the malice in his smile.

Jimin's mind struggled to piece together the events. He remembered following a lead, searching for V. He remembered the white truck, the impact, the pain.

And then, he saw it. A glimpse of a face, a face he knew. A face that filled him with dread.

Jimin's eyes flickered open, his gaze locking onto J-Hope's anxious face.

"J-Hope..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

J-Hope's heart leapt. "Jimin! Oh, thank God!"

Jimin's gaze drifted to Jin, his eyes filled with a warning.

"Jin... be careful. Jungkook... he's not what he seems."

Jin's expression turned grim. "We know, Jimin. We'll take care of it."

But Jimin's eyes held a deeper fear, a fear that went beyond Jungkook's malice.

"V..." he whispered, his voice fading away. "Find... V..."

Jin's expression turned resolute. "We will, Jimin. We'll find V and bring him home."

Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. J-Hope and Jin exchanged a worried glance.

"We need to talk to Jungkook," Jin said, his voice low. "Now."

J-Hope nodded. "I'll get the others. We'll confront him together."

As they left the hospital room, Jimin's subconscious continued to struggle. He was trapped in a maze of memories, reliving the fear and the horror.

Meanwhile, V's world was a blur of darkness and silence. He was trapped, held captive by Jungkook's men. He had no idea where he was or how to escape.

But V's mind was sharp, his determination burning brighter with every passing moment. He would escape, he would find his friends, and he would bring Jungkook down.

The darkness seemed to pulse with a life of its own, but V refused to give in. He focused on the sounds around him, the faint hum of a generator, the muffled voices of his captors.

And then, he heard it. A faint rustling, a whisper of footsteps. V's heart quickened, his senses on high alert.

Was it a friend, or a foe? V's eyes strained to see through the darkness, his mind racing with possibilities.

V's eyes strained to see through the darkness, but there was only blackness. He was trapped, held captive by an unknown enemy. The memories of his kidnapping were hazy, but the pain and fear were all too real.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a sliver of light cut through the darkness. V's heart quickened as a figure loomed in the doorway.

"Welcome, V," a low, husky voice said. "I've been waiting for you."

V's gaze struggled to adjust to the light, but the figure remained shrouded in shadows. He could feel its eyes on him, though - piercing, intense, and utterly captivating.

"Who are you?" V demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

The figure chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "You don't know? How...amusing."

V's mind raced, trying to piece together the events leading up to his kidnapping. But there was nothing, just a blank void.

The figure stepped closer, its features still obscured. "You're mine now, V. And soon, you'll learn to obey me."

V's heart recoiled in horror as the figure reached out and grasped his chin, its grip like ice. But there was something else, too - a spark of attraction, a thrill of excitement.

"Don't bother trying to escape," it whispered. "You'll never leave this place alive."

And with that, the darkness closed in once more, leaving V trapped and helpless.

But V couldn't shake off the feeling that he was drawn to his captor, that he wanted to be held captive forever.

Meanwhile, Jimin's eyes flickered open, his gaze locking onto J-Hope's anxious face.

"J-Hope...I remember," Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible.

J-Hope's heart leapt. "What do you remember, Jimin?"

Jimin's gaze drifted to Jin, his eyes filled with a warning.

"JK...he's the one. He's the devil himself."

Jin's expression turned grim. "We'll take him down, Jimin. I promise."

But Jimin's eyes held a deeper fear, a fear that went beyond JK's cruelty.

"V...he's in danger. We have to find him...before it's too late."

Little did they know, V was already falling under JK's spell, trapped in a web of darkness and desire.