(I wrote this weeks ago but was too embarrassed to post it)

Taehyung was reading a book in his living room. His phone buzzed, breaking his focus.

"Hello?" he answered, distracted.

The voice on the other end made his heart skip a beat.

~"Taehyung."

"Jungkook? What do you want?" Taehyung's tone was wary.

"I want Y/n," Jungkook said, his voice low and husky.

Taehyung's brow furrowed. "You already have her, Jungkook. Forget what you did to her?”

There was a pause before Jungkook spoke again. ~ "I'm not talking about my woman, Taehyung. I'm talking about your daughter."

Taehyung's grip on the phone tightened. "What are you talking about?”

~Jungkook's voice cracked. "She is part of Y/n so she's mine."

Taehyung chuckled, “Go admit yourself to an asylum. You really need help, you haven't changed at all.”

~Jungkook's voice dripped with malice. "Do you know who your daughter is dating, Taehyung?"

Taehyung's confusion turned to alarm. "What are you talking about, Jungkook?"

~Jungkook's laughter sent shivers down Taehyung's spine. "I'm talking about me, Taehyung. She is dating me."

Taehyung's mind reeled. "You've gone insane, Jungkook! That's not possible.”

~Jungkook's tone turned cold. "Ask your daughter, she loves me.”

Taehyung's grip on the phone tightened. "That's impossible. She would never..."

~Jungkook's voice dropped to a whisper. “It feels horrible when your daughter is in love with the wrong person. Doesn't it?”

“Why would she be in love with you?”

~"You don't know her as well as you think you do, Taehyung.”

The line went dead, leaving Taehyung stunned and reeling. What was Jungkook talking about? Y/n would never date someone like him... would she?
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A few hours earlier,

It’s late evening, and Taehyung is sitting at his easel, lost in thought. The soft jazz plays in the background.

His daughter is now 20, a grown woman with her own dreams and ambitions. She’s always been his heart, the person who helped him heal, but now, she’s finding her own way in the world. He named her after her mother's name, Y/n.

Y/N enters the studio quietly, leaning against the doorframe, watching her father with a fond smile. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes, so much like Taehyung’s, sparkled in the dim light.

"Appa, still painting at this hour? You’re supposed to rest, remember?"

Taehyung smiles without turning around, his hand steady as he paints. “This is rest for me, just like your music is in yours."

Y/N walks over, her steps light, and stands beside him. She gazes at the canvas, but it’s not the painting she’s focused on—it’s the man who raised her with so much love.

Taehyung is older now, his features more mature but still gentle.

"You always say that. But one day, you’ll have to stop. I can’t have my famous father working himself into the ground." She said playfully.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere just yet." He replied.

He pauses, putting his brush down and turning to look at her. The resemblance between Y/N and her namesake is still striking, but she’s grown into her own person, completely different from Y/n, independent, strong-willed, with a heart full of music and art.

“How was your concert rehearsal?" He asked.

Y/N grin, "It went well. I still don’t know how I will perform in front of the crowd.”

“Just give your best, I am sure you will do amazing.”

Y/N sits down on the stool next to him, her voice softening.

"I’m lucky, Appa. I got to grow up with you, surrounded by art, by love. I know it wasn’t easy for you when I was younger."

Taehyung’s smile fades slightly. It was easy with her as his career started off, but it wasn't easy with Yeji, but he still gave his best for Yeji.

The memory of Yeji is still there, in the corner of his mind, but it no longer brings pain. He really thought Jungkook wouldn't protect her.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me. After everything… you gave me purpose. I’ll always be grateful for that."

Y/N reaches out and holds his hand, squeezing it gently. She knows the weight her name carries, the story behind it, the memory of the woman who once meant so much to him. But she never felt overshadowed by it. Instead, she felt honored.

"Appa… do you ever miss her? Yeji?"

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with a brief sadness, but he nods slowly.

"I do. She was a part of my life, an important one. But she’s at peace now, and so am I.”

Y/N smiles softly, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"I’m glad. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"I have it, right here."

And for Taehyung, life feels complete—peaceful, comfortable, and full of love.

Even in the past he came to terms that he can never be with his childhood love. But his heart still aches when he thinks about her or Yeji or Mina. In a way Jungkook was linked to ruining the lives of all of them and now Taehyung wanted to protect his daughter from the shadow of Jungkook.

And he was glad thinking that Jungkook is out of their lives forever.
___

Y/n adjusted her guitar strap, She loved composing music more, but occasional gigs like this kept her connected to the audience.

As she prepared to take the stage, a staff member approached her. "You have a delivery," he said, holding out a massive bouquet of flowers.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Who sent these?" she asked, scanning the arrangement for a card.

The staff member shook his head. "No card, no message. Just these beautiful flowers. Must be from your fans “

“I don't have fans,” she replied. She searched the bouquet for any hint of the sender's identity. But there was nothing.

Shrugging, she took a deep breath and headed onto the stage. The spotlight enveloped her, and she began to play.

Her voice was deep and peaceful, like her father's.

As she scanned the crowd, her eyes landed on Taehyung. She smiled .

But her gaze drifted to the other side of the room, where a figure caught her attention.

A man wearing a baseball cap and mask sat motionless, his piercing stare fixed on her. Y/n's heart skipped a beat. There was something unsettling about his intensity.

She tried to focus on her music, but her eyes kept drifting back to the mysterious figure. Who was he? And why was he watching her with such intensity?

Y/n's fingers moved automatically over the strings, her mind racing with questions. As she finished her set and left the stage, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change forever.

___

Y/n went to the black car that was waiting for it. She opened the door and sat inside. She quickly hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much for the flowers baby, why didn't you come to meet me?”

Jungkook smiled and caressed her hair. Years of manipulation and grooming does work. He could have taken her from Taehyung but that way it would be harder for him to be with her after a few years. He realized that being a stranger was a better option.

“I was late. But I saw your performance.”

They met 4 years ago, in a shop after Y/n’s first performance.

Flashback

Y/n wandered through the perfume section, determined to find the perfect gift for Taehyung. She always bought him something whenever she earned money from a gig.

She is not sure if he will even use the perfume if she buys him that. Taehyung is not a fan of perfumes, he says he just became accustomed to using organic fragrance because of her mother.

But she really likes perfumes and she is not allergic to them like her mother.

As she sampled different scents, she noticed a man standing nearby, looking utterly lost. He picked up a perfume, sniffed it, and then put it back, clearly confused.

Y/n approached him. "Need some help?" she asked with a smile.

"I've never bought a perfume before," he admitted.

Y/n's eyebrows rose. "How is that possible?" she teased.

The man chuckled. "My lover was allergic to perfumes. I never had to buy one."

Y/n's smile softened. "My mother was too. That's why my father never wore perfume."

“You don't get irritated by perfume scents?” He asked.

“No, quite the opposite. I really liked them,”

“I can tell, I can smell your perfume from miles away.” The man said. Then the man chuckled. “That came out as creepy, I just meant I am sensitive.”

She took the man's arm and led him to a section of the store. "Let me help you find one. What's your style? Do they like floral or woody scents?"

“Woody scents.”

As they browsed, Y/n asked, "And is your lover not allergic anymore?"

The man's face lit up. "No, she's not. She doesn't breathe anymore.”

Y/n looked at him surprised. “Did she die?”

The man shook his head. She can't die and leave him. “I don't like that word, She just doesn't breathe. Can you suggest a perfume for me?”

She selected a scent and sprayed it on a tester. "Try this one," she said. He took her wrist and sprayed the perfume on it.

The man sniffed, her eyes widening in surprise. "I like it!"

Y/n grinned, feeling a little creepy. "I'm glad. I'm leaving now, have a good Day.”

Y/n left the shop, gift in hand, and headed to the art gallery where Taehyung was supposed to meet her. But when she arrived, he was nowhere to be found.

As she wanders through the exhibits, she smiles as she sees Taehyung's new painting on display.

She noticed a familiar face - the man from the perfume shop. Had he followed her?

"Coincidence? Or you are a really creepy man." she asked, approaching him.

The man looked at her, with a little surprised expression. “If I was a creepy man, you should have run away. It's of course a coincidence.”

Y/n stared at the mysterious man.

“Jungkook,” as he introduced himself, smiled. "I'm here to see the art.”

“You don't look like someone who is into art.” She said,

“Do we need to look a certain way to admire art?” He asked. She shook her head.

She is passionate about all types of art, even if it's performing arts, writing, poetry, music, painting, anything. But as she had the conversation with Jungkook, she found out he is not really into art.

“You are not that passionate.” She replied.

“Of course, I am just an admirer. I don't go too deep in meaning, I am not an artist myself.” He said.

She really liked how he replied, it was like he was telling everything and being honest. Yet It felt like he was mysterious and hiding a lot.

As they talked, Y/n asked, "How old are you?"

Jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners. "45."

Y/n teased, "Ouch, my father is younger than you."

Jungkook chuckled. "I thought I was be your father, too." He paused, his expression softening. "But I'm glad I'm not."

What a weird conversation to have? But staring at Jungkook, how can a man look this perfect at this age? He aged so gracefully, and still looked so attractive.

“Do you have any kids?” She asked.

“My wife couldn't give birth.” He replied.

“You are married?” She asked. He shook his head.

“No, I couldn't, but our souls were.” He replied. Whenever he talks about his lover or whoever she was, Y/n feels shiver in her spine the way he talks about her is so creepy. “I am talking about 16 years ago. I have been alone after her.”

“16 years? Why not? You should have dated, you know I told dad to date too. He said he feels lonely. So I am on a mission to find the perfect woman for him. But he says he rather lives with memories of mom, which is sad honestly. Is that the case for you too?” She asked.

He shook his head. “My case is a little different. I can't live without having someone I can look after. What about you?”

“I just don't like how men these days want a babysitter and not a girlfriend. I should consider dating someone older and mature.”

“Older like 22 or 25?” He asked.

“Older like in his 40’s.” She replied. He raised his eyebrows, is he not delusional now? She herself is saying she is interested in dating him? Is this really real?

She took out her phone. “I do want to talk to you again. Can I get your number?”

Jungkook felt like he forgot how to breathe, so he took her phone and added his number.

She felt a connection to this stranger, Jungkook, that she couldn't quite explain.

___

Jungkook sat in the dimly lit room, “Her presence makes me feel alive again. Taehyung even named her after you. That's unfair, but she is a part of you so it's fine. Her eyes and voice are not like yours. But her nose, lips are like you, and overall when I touched her wrist, she felt warm. I could feel the blood pumping in her. Like you used to feel like.”

His eyes fixed on the massive block of ice before him. Inside, the frozen form of Y/n was suspended, her beauty preserved in a macabre tableau.

Jungkook has taken extraordinary measures to preserve the body, such as using advanced cryogenic techniques, specialized equipment, to maintain the illusion of Y/n's preservation.

"My love," Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling with devotion. "I'm not forgetting you. Never."

He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers tracing the icy surface as if caressing Y/n's skin. He doesn't consider her dead, she is just not breathing but she is with him all the time.

"It's just... She is a part of you. She is your flesh, She's breathing, living... and when I'm with her, I feel closer to you."

Jungkook's gaze burned with an unsettling intensity as he gazed into the ice.

"If I can be with this part of you, I'll feel better. I'll feel whole again."

His fingers drummed against the ice.

"You're still with me, Y/n. You'll always be with me."

As he spoke, his breath fogged the ice, Jungkook's smile twisted, his eyes aglow with a madness that would never let her go.

___

Jungkook was keeping his eyes on her from the first day, he knew everything about her. So it wasn't difficult for Jungkook to impress her.

  Despite their age difference, they had grown comfortable with each other's company. Thanks to his manipulation skills.

As they walked, Jungkook couldn't help but notice the way Y/n leaned on him, her hand brushing against his. He felt a sense of pride and purpose in taking care of her.

Their conversation flowed easily, but Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. It didn't feel romantic, exactly... but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He was planning to just keep her against her will, but now that she was showing signs that she was okay with being with him, it felt different.

Jungkook always experiences one sided affection. There was never anyone who even showed interest in him. He never experienced mutual love. But for some reason, he was getting the affection that he was giving back

He will change now. Maybe.

As the day drew to a close, Jungkook offered to drive Y/n home. She nodded, yawning, and settled into the back seat. As the driver drove the car.

“Are you a part of a gang or something?” She asked.

“Why?” He asked.

“The car and the whole vibe of you, I feel like only mafias drive such cars around.” She replied.

“Will you be scared if I say I am.” He asked. She shook her head.

“I feel safe and comfortable with you.” She replied. Jungkook couldn't help but feel relieved and happy. She feels safe with him. How sweet that she trusts a man like Him?

As they drove, Y/n's eyelids drooped, and she laid her head on Jungkook's lap. He watched, mesmerized, as she fell asleep.

Without thinking, Jungkook reached out and caressed her hair. His fingers trailed down her cheek, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers.

But instead of pushing him away, Y/n's eyes fluttered open. She sat up. And Jungkook started panicking, now what? Should he show her his true face and fcked her or should he bring her to his house? Maybe he should just force her and tell her what he wants from her.

Her hands rose, cradling Jungkook's face, and she deepened the kiss.

He never got kissed by the women he loved, Mina never kissed him, Y/n never kissed him. But her daughter did.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as he realized his feelings might not be one-sided after all.

Finally, his life felt back to normal.

____

Y/n walked into her house, dropping her bag onto the floor. Taehyung looked up from his book, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, how was your day?" he asked.

Y/n returned the smile, trying to hide the flutter in her chest. "It was good."

Taehyung's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Just good?"

Y/n shrugged,  "Yeah, just good. I'm exhausted, though. I need to take a shower."

Taehyung nodded, returning to his book. "Okay, sweetie. Dinner's in an hour."

Y/n hurried upstairs, her mind replaying the kiss with Jungkook.

As she stepped into the shower, the warm water washed away the tension, but not the secrets. She couldn't bring herself to tell Taehyung about Jungkook, about the way his lips felt, or the way her heart skipped a beat. The creepy feeling about that man engulfs her.

For now, it was her secret, locked away behind a mask of innocence.

As she dressed, Y/n's gaze caught her reflection. Who was she kidding? She couldn't keep this hidden forever.
___

Jungkook smiled as he saw Y/n. It's the first time she came to his house. “You said it's a special date.”

“It is a special date. You came to your house.” He replied. She shook her head.

“The food. Did you cook it?” She asked. He shook his head. “Then how is it special? I feel like I am having a normal dinner. How is this dinner romantic?”

“What do you want? Do you want to go out?” He asked.

Y/n's fingers touched his neck as she leaned in and kissed his lips. “No, just make me dinner," she said, her voice laced with sugar.

“Will that make this special?” He asked

“Of course have you ever cooked for someone?” She asked. Jungkook remembers cooking for her mother when he was really young.

Jungkook nodded. “Then it's not special.” Y/n replied and crossed his arms. “You are so unromantic that it's boring.”

It's true, it's so true. He is not romantic. Romance never existed in his life.

“Tell me then how can I be romantic?” He asked.

Jungkook, 45 but He was a child, lost and helpless.

"What would you do for me?"

"Anything," Jungkook whispered, his voice trembling.

“Can you stop breathing for me?” She asked. Jungkook’s expression got serious. Before she laughed. “I am just sorry I find it funny how you say your lover is not breathing, you can say she is dead.”

Why is she making a joke about something he is so sensitive about?

“But she is not.” He replied.

“Then where is she?” She asked.

He took a deep breath, “It's complicated.” She will get scared. He held her hand.

How to be romantic? When all he wants to do is bring her to his room and get pregnant? So she can give birth to his child?

He can't do that can he? He doesn't want things to end like it did with Y/n.

“Complicated?” She asked.

“It's just,” his voice started to break. “Things end up in a horrible way, I am just ashamed I couldn't protect everything.”

“What does that mean?” She asked. He didn't say much. She tried to get him to talk but he just ate dinner and drank.

“I want to know more about you, I feel like you never told me anything about yourself.” She said,

“You will misunderstand me, like everyone did.” He replied.

“I will not.” She said, he smiled a little.

“So,” He doesn't know where to start, what to tell her? Should he start from the time when she was born and he tried to either sell her or kill her? Or should he start from his childhood when her mother was born.

“I can't,” He replied. He can't tell her anything. “I am hiding a lot of things, I will be honest but I need time. Can you please give me some time to tell you everything?”

She nodded her head and told her to talk about something else. And then later she said.

“I need to go home.” She replied. This is her home.

“You are staying over right?” He asked.

“I am not allowed too, dad will get mad.” She exclaimed.

Her mother went to extremes for Taehyung so she should at least listen to Jungkook when he told her to stay over.

Taehyung always ruins Jungkook's plans doesn't he? He always finds his way into his life and ruins what Jungkook wants.

Jungkook held her hand, “I will get mad if you leave.”

She chuckled and cupped his face, “Why are you acting like a child?”

She kissed his cheek. “We will meet on the weekend.”

Weekend? But it's Tuesday today. How will he wait 3 days?
___

Y/n missed playing tennis with Taehyung. It has been so long since she played it. She completely forgot that she had to meet Jungkook.

Y/n's phone rang, but she ignored it, focused on the game.

After a particularly intense rally, Taehyung asked, "So, what's new with you? You seem a bit distracted."

Y/n hesitated, "I'm just... dating someone. Like kinda dating for now."

Taehyung asked, "Who is it?"

Y/n's voice dropped, "I'm afraid to tell you."

Taehyung's expression softened, "Why? I won't judge you, sweetie. You can love whoever you want."

Y/n's eyes searched Taehyung's face, "Really?"

Taehyung nodded, "Of course! I just want you to be happy."

Y/n's shoulders relaxed, but her phone rang again, Jungkook's name flashing on the screen. She silenced it, trying to focus on the game, but her mind wandered to the secrets she kept.

Taehyung noticed her distraction, "Hey, everything okay?"

Y/n forced a smile, "Yeah. Everything's fine."

But Taehyung's eyes lingered, sensing the weird aura. Little did he know, his daughter's secrets would soon shatter their world.

Meanwhile Jungkook paced in his room, his phone clenched in his hand. Why was Y/n ignoring him? They were supposed to meet hours ago.

~Finally, she picked up. "Why are you calling me like 1000 times?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Jungkook's relief turned to frustration. "We were supposed to meet. You forgot, didn't you?"

~Y/n's tone softened. "I'm sorry, I was with my dad. He comes first."

~Jungkook's grip on the phone tightened. "Your dad? “

Y/n's pause confirmed his suspicion. Jungkook's mind raced. Why was she prioritizing Taehyung over him?

Why does Taehyung become everyone's priority? Why are they happier with Taehyung?

"I'll see you tomorrow," Y/n said, her voice firm.

~Jungkook's anger simmered. "Fine. But don't think you can just brush me off, Y/n. I expect to see you tomorrow."

Y/n's sigh was audible. "I said I'll see you, Jungkook. Don't be like this."

The line went dead, leaving Jungkook seething. Taehyung, the man who had no idea about their relationship, was once again coming between them. Jungkook's patience was wearing thin.

Taehyung comes between all the time. So why not inform Taehyung and see what reaction he will get.

Jungkook decided that he will turn Y/n against him. She will hate him.
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Present time

Taehyung was uneasy after the random call from Jungkook. He thought now he will never meet Jungkook again after what happened. But he couldn't sleep just thinking how Jungkook is back.

Taehyung knocked on Y/n's door, his expression serious. "Hey, kiddo. We need to talk."

Y/n looked up, concerned. "What happened, Dad?"

Taehyung sat beside her, his eyes gentle. "You mentioned dating someone earlier. Who is it?"

Y/n fidgeted, nervous.

Taehyung encouraged her, "You can tell me, sweetie." He doesn't trust Jungkook words, he trusts her words.

Y/n hesitated before speaking, "He's... older."

Taehyung's brow furrowed. "Okay, but who is he? And how much older?”

Y/n took a deep breath before answering, "His name is Jungkook."

Taehyung's face contorted in horror. “What's the surname honey? Kim? Jung?” He doesn't even want to think it's one and only Jeon Jungkook.

“Jeon Jungkook,” she replied.

"Jungkook?! Oh, Y/n, how can you date someone like him?" His voice rose in anger. "Do you know what he's done? He ruined your mother’s life, my niece’s life. Oh god he is so insane! I can't let him ruin your life now.”

Y/n shrank back, overwhelmed by Taehyung's outburst.

Taehyung continued, his words laced with venom. "He's a user, Y/n. He'll hurt you, exploit you... He can even kill you, that's all he can do.”

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as Taehyung's words cut deep.
___

“You said you will never run away, now why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked.

Y/n's voice trembled, "I have to stay away from you, Jungkook. My dad said..."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger, "Taehyung is a liar. He's the one who ruined your mother's life."

Y/n's confusion deepened, "What are you talking about? He said you did and trust him.”

Jungkook's voice dripped with venom, "Ask yourself, does Taehyung have even one picture of your mother with him? You have never seen it right?”

Y/n hesitated, unsure. She really hasn't, there is hardly one or two pictures of them together.

Jungkook sneered, "I can show you yearly pictures of your mother with me. We all were friends. We grew up together in the red zone area. Has he ever told you and he runs a sex trafficking club? Taehyung was always obsessed with your mother, tried to assault her. She was a child at that point and he did unspeakable things.. I took her away, protected her."

Y/n's eyes widened in horror as Jungkook's words spilled out.

"After a few years, Taehyung came back, kidnapped your mother, made her pregnant... and then she died. Taehyung did everything to hurt her, Y/n."

Y/n's face paled, her mind reeling. "Taehyung will never... he's my father..."

Jungkook's laughter was cold, "Oh, Y/n, you have no idea what your father is capable of. Wake up, see the truth. And let's not get me started with what he did to me. I loved his sister when I was a teenager but Taehyung with his father sold her. Not only He hid my daughter from me for years, only to sell her body. When I found out I took Yeji, he blackmailed me that I must stay away from your mother. I thought I will be okay with Yeji but She was too broke because of Taehyung and she k’lled herself.”

Jungkook lies and believes the lies that he tells others and himself.

“So about my mother,” She was confused.

“I am sorry. I told you I am hiding secrets from you. Your mother, at first  I didn't have a romantic feeling for her, but then we both fell and she wanted to marry me and have kids.”

“You are lying, you just said your wife couldn't get pregnant,”

“Yes, she couldn't after giving birth to you. Taehyung abused her so much. And then he took you after killing your mother. Y/n he is horrible and is a monster.” He exclaimed. “He ruined Yeji’s life, and I wanted to do the same but I couldn't. You know Yeji didn't even turn 13 when she killed herself because of Taehyung who used to assault her.”

Y/n chuckled. “Nice story. But you think I will trust you? You are indeed a creepy man, first my mother and then me.”

Jungkook held her hand. “I am not creepy, I love you. I don't want Taehyung to hurt you like he hurt Y/n or Yeji. He did unspeakable things to them, and I will never forgive myself if you got hurt too.”

Y/n removed his hand and left. Jungkook watched as she walked away. He called the number. “It will kick in 45 minutes, make sure she heads home, did you spike his drink? Hmm, good.”

___

Y/n entered the house. Taehyung looked up, his expression faltering for a moment before he regained his composure.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of warning.

Y/n's voice was a low growl, "I want to see pictures of you and my mother. Now."

Taehyung's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why?" he spat, his voice rising.

Y/n took a step closer, her eyes locked on his. "I want to know what you're hiding. You said so much about Jungkook, now it's time for you to explain yourself... what you did to Yeji."

Taehyung's face twisted in rage, his voice thundering through the room. "I'm your father, I don't need to explain anything to you! You'll do as I say and forget about this nonsense!"

Taehyung's grip on her hand tightened, his nails digging into her skin. "You get mad for the first time, so you must be guilty... of hurting Yeji."

Y/n tried to shake him off, but he held firm, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

"Let go of me!" Y/n bellowed, her face red with fury.

Y/n voice was a low, deadly whisper. "I'm just starting to see the truth. And I won't let go until I uncover every last secret.”

“Truth? And who told you this truth huh and you so blankly believe?!” He exclaimed in anger, punching the wall near her. She flinched, she really has never seen Taehyung this angry before. It was like he couldn't control his anger at the moment.

He hold her face making her look up. “Speak up.”

Tears filled her eyes. She was not feeling well and she was feeling dizzy, she could stand up straight and she fell on the floor.

Taehyung was surprised and Held  her. “Y/n, what happened?” he asked, trying to wake her up.

Her head was hurting so much, she was not fully fainted, but she couldn't open her eyes or stand up.

She felt like her arms got tied behind and she got pulled to a room. It's hard for her to focus what's going on in the room. And what is going on in general.

Jungkook has done this  must be him too and here he was doing the same. He made her fully unconscious but she was still half awake, her mind was half awake.

He wanted Taehyung to hurt her, but even with so much drugs in his system, he was able to control himself around Y/n and didn't do what Jungkook wanted him to do. So Jungkook had to step in.

Taehyung has been here, he knows what is about to happen. But the men drugged him more causing him to faint.

Jungkook took Taehyung's shirt, wrapping it around her eyes and mouth.

He feels better now. Jungkook gets nervous when he has to think about her thoughts. He likes controlling more and putting his thoughts on others.

He started with tearing up her clothes, kissing her neck, biting it. He caressed the bottom of her lips with his thumb as his other hand touched her nipples.

She is so warm, he missed touching his loved one and then not feeling freezing cold. Surely feels nice to touch someone and feel their breathing.

But she knows his touch, what if she recognizes him? Jungkook doesn't want that. But he never gets to sleep with her, as she always had a sweet excuse to avoid sleeping with him, and Jungkook doesn't want to force her.

But He surely wanted to see her virginity blood on his d’ck. Must be nice to fck someone who is not a slut. Or never fcked anyone else in her life.

It surely was nice. He should have done that to her mother when she was younger too, but he was not expecting her to become a liar who betrayed Jungkook for Taehyung.

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Y/n's eyes snapped open, her heart racing. Taehyung was beside her.

For a moment, Y/n forgot to breathe. The memories of Jungkook's words flooded her mind: the truth about Taehyung's past, his obsession with Her mother and what he did to Yeji.

Y/n's gaze locked onto Taehyung, her eyes wide with terror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The man she called Father, the one she trusted and loved, was a monster.

Taehyung woke up, his head was hurting. He was surprised to see her, but he knew what could possibly happen. "Y/n, it's Jungkook's doing,”

Y/n's voice trembled, "Get away from me."

Taehyung's expression faltered, "Y/n,”

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as she scrambled backward, desperate to escape. "You... you”

Taehyung's face paled, his eyes pleading. "Y/n, listen—"

But Y/n's voice cut him off, her words laced with venom. "Don't come near me. I don't know who you are anymore."

The room fell silent, the only sound Y/n's ragged breathing. Taehyung's face crumpled, but Y/n felt no pity. Only anger, betrayal, and fear.

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Y/n's tears fell uncontrollably as she buried her face in Jungkook's chest. His warm arms enveloped her, holding her close.

"Shh, it's okay," Jungkook whispered, his voice soothing. "I am sorry, I told you about him, I promise to never let that happen to you again.”

“I feel so disgusted.” Y/n's body shook with sobs, but Jungkook's gentle touch calmed her. He stroked her hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns.

"I've got you," Jungkook murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You're safe."

“You should eat something.” He said. She shook her head.

“Please baby, just drink this.” He said and made her drink the smoothie, she only drank half of it.

As Y/n's tears slowed, Jungkook guided her to the bed. He gently laid her down, covering her with a soft blanket.

"Sleep, Y/n," Jungkook whispered, his voice lulling. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Y/n's eyelids drooped. Jungkook watched over her, his eyes filled with lobe. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

He picked up the smoothie glass, she only drank half of it. He gently made her finish it while she was still asleep. He smiles, as it reminded him of her mother. 

"Please be always here for me, Y/n," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As Y/n drifted off, Jungkook's lips brushed against her forehead in a gentle kiss. He stared at the clock, the drugs must have started working by now.

He took off her bottoms and got on top of her. “You are so addicting, my love.” He mumbled.

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Jungkook sat at the dining table, sipping his coffee, when Y/n walked in. Her usual bright smile was replaced by a pale, strained expression.

"Hey, come sit down," Jungkook said, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

Y/n nodded, her eyes cast down, and took a seat beside him.

"Good morning," Jungkook chimed, passing her a cup of tea.

Y/n's hands trembled as she accepted the cup. She took a sip, wincing in pain.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Jungkook asked, concern etched on his face.

Y/n nodded hastily, tears welling up in her eyes. Her lower stomach throbbed with a sharp, stabbing pain. The pain is because of the day earlier, right?

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "Y/n?"

"I'm...fine," Y/n stammered, clutching her stomach.

Jungkook's expression softened. "I have to leave for work soon."

Y/n's grip on her cup tightened. "Don't go."

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "I have to, but I'll return early. Promise."

Y/n's eyes pleaded, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Jungkook, please..." Y/n's voice cracked.

Jungkook's face contorted in worry. He pulled Y/n close.

"What's wrong, Y/n? Tell me."

Y/n buried her face in his shoulder, her body shaking with silent sobs.

"I'll be back soon," Jungkook whispered, holding her tight.

Y/n watched Jungkook leave the house.

With Jungkook gone, Y/n decided to explore the house. She wandered through the rooms, searching for answers. Whenever she came to her house he never leaves her, and she was always scared of staying over knowing that he would take advantage of her if she did so, like last night. But she had to sacrifice herself to find the answers.

After what felt like hours, Y/n stumbled upon a door hidden behind a tapestry. The doorknob felt cold to the touch.

As she entered, Y/n's eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room was small and cold, it was really cold she felt shiver, with a single object at its center: a large ice block.

Curiosity got the better of Y/n. She approached the ice block, her heart pounding.

Inside, she saw a woman's face, frozen in time. Y/n's breath caught.

"Mom,” Y/n whispered, her eyes welling up.

Y/n's fingers reached out, touching the ice block. Her heart aches, thinking about the cruelty that had preserved this woman's body.

"How could you, Jungkook?" Y/n whispered, tears streaming down.

But as she gazed at the frozen face, Y/n's emotions shifted. She knew him, she knew he would come to her life, and except for pushing him and letting him know how much she hates him, she showed that she likes Jungkook. So he doesn't ruin her.

She hates him so much that she wanted to kill him. She didn't want Jungkook to die; that would be too easy.

"I want you to suffer," Y/n hissed, her voice barely audible. "The same way you make others suffer...the same way you make me suffer."

Y/n's eyes flashed with determination.

"You'll pay for what you've done," she vowed, her touch still on the ice block.

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