Y/n sat at the dinner table, her three brothers chatting and laughing with their father. She pushed the food around her plate.

Y/n felt like an outsider, a stranger in her own family. She didn't understand why they treated her this way, why they blamed her for her mother's departure.

As the meal ended, Y/n's father stood, his chair scraping against the floor.

She could stop eating too. He stared at her, “You haven't finished your food, you think it's easy to earn money? That you waste it?”

“I am sorry.” Y/n looked down, and then quickly took the last two spoons and finished the food on the plate.

Y/n's father scooped more rice onto her plate, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "Finish it, Amelia"

He said, calling Y/n by her real name.

Y/n's stomach churned, her plate already piled high with food. But she knew better than to disobey. She forced down the rice, her jaws aching as she chewed.

But her father wasn't satisfied. He added more food to her plate, again and again, until Y/n's stomach was groaning in protest.

Her father enjoys making her feel pathetic, insulting her, humiliating her.

Her brothers watched with cruel delight, their laughter echoing through the room. "Look at her, pigging out like an animal!" One of her brothers said.

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears, her body rebelling against the forced overeating. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and suddenly she was vomiting, the food spilling out of her mouth onto the table and her plate.

Her father's face twisted in disgust, but his eyes still gleamed with cruelty. "You should be grateful for the food you get," he sneered. "Now finish what's on your plate."

Y/n’s tears started scrolling down her face. She shook her head. “Please Appa. I am sorry, I will not leave food again.”

“Don't you hear what I said?” He exclaimed. “Do you want to waste food?”

Sometimes he starves her, and sometimes he makes her overeat to the point she vomits.

Y/n's brothers laughed even harder, their taunts piercing her like knives. Y/n felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from her family's cruelty.
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"You're so careless, just like your mother," her father spat, his eyes narrowing at her. “You like showing that you are a slut’s daughter?”

Y/n felt a familiar sting, her heart heavy with hurt. She had heard it all before, the blame and the anger.

"I'm sorry, Father, it wasn't my fault. It's his friend's fault. He clicked my picture.” She whispered, her eyes downcast.

"Sorry isn't enough, how is it my friend’s fault? She is the one who was working around the house wearing a skirt.” One of her brothers sneered.

“Why do you bring that cheap friend of yours to our house?! He got kicked out of the high school for sexual harassment yet you bring him home.” Y/n spoke. Her brother holds her hair.

“Bitch, how dare you yell at me?” He pulled her hair harder.

“Kang su, leave her. I can handle this alone. Give the phone to me. You all can leave.” Her father said.

Her brother let her go, and gave his father the phone and they all left. Except for Y/n.

Her father scroll on the phone, before stopping her picture. And zooming in. Y/n felt embarrassed that he was seeing her upskirt picture.

“Appa, please don't look. I feel embarrassed.” She said.

“Oh you feel embarrassed. You didn't feel embarrassed when you wore that skirt? And when he took that picture?”

“I didn't know that he would do something like that.” She exclaimed.

“You know how many people have seen this picture of you?I always tell you to not wear skirts or dresses, but you are like your mother who likes to dress up and get attention. This is what happens when you get attention Amelia, do you like this attention?”

“No.” She replied.

“I know, now go and bring all the dresses, crop tops, skirts that you own. Go.” He said.

She did, she went to her room. She already has only a few girly clothes. Her father doesn't allow her to wear them but Y/n loves them.

She brings the one she owns to him and he burns all of them. “You can't wear such clothes from now on. You will shop from where your brothers does.”

“But I like being a girl.”  she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“They go wash dishes.”
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Y/n paced back and forth in her room, her heart racing with anxiety.

She knew the rules - when guests came over, she was to stay hidden away, invisible. But she couldn't shake the feeling of suffocation, of being trapped for hours. 

She needed to get out, just for a minute. Just to breathe.

Y/n crept to the door, her ear pressed against the wood. She heard the murmur of voices, the clinking of glasses. Her father's friends were laughing, having a good time.

She took a deep breath and opened the door, slipping out into the hallway. But as she turned the corner, she collided with a group of people, spilling drinks and apologizing profusely.

Her heart sank, her eyes scanning the faces for her father's angry glare. But instead, she saw kindness, concern.

"Are you okay, dear?" one of the guests asked, helping her up.

Y/n nodded, still trembling. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have come out..." She said while looking at her father.

“Why are you apologizing?” The guest asked.

“Ahh, nothing Amelia goes to your room.” Her father said.

“Why? You should come outside, you're part of the family. You should join us."

Y/n's eyes widened as she was led into the living room, her father's friends welcoming her with warm smiles. Her father also told her too.

But as the night wore on, she began to realize that something was off. They were all looking at her with an intensity she couldn't understand.

She thought her father would scold her later but he didn't.
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“Choose something.” Her father said.

She stared at the dresses. It has been years since she wore a dress. Her father banned her from wearing it when she was in school.

“I can wear dresses again!” She exclaimed, shocked.

“Yeah, Now you are a grown woman, you should. Your husband will like it.” He said.

“My husband?” She asked. Her heart stopped for a few seconds.

"My friend wants you to marry his son. I know the family and I know Namjoon. He is a good fit for you.” Her father said.

“But I just joined college. I need to complete my studies first-”

“I have already made the decision for you. Do you want to disobey me?” He asked.

She shook her head. She was trapped, with no escape.
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Y/n had no expectations when she got married. She was invisible in her house.

But not anymore. She was not invisible after her marriage. He notices everything that she does. And that is not a good thing.

She couldn't change her father, but she believed she could change her husband with love.

She was waiting for her husband as usual, but when she heard the door open, she  got up and ran to her husband, Namjoon to hug him, but he pushed her angrily "I'm busy, and I don't need your stupid hugs, you're a nuisance!”

“Why honey? I missed you.” She didn't. It was so peaceful when he went to work. But she has to pretend. She wants a good life.

He turns to her with a sneer. “You're always fawning over me, wanting attention, making a scene. Can't you just leave me alone?” He takes a step closer, his voice raising “You're suffocating me with your neediness.”

He is nothing less than her brothers and father. He has the same personality. She hates it.

“I am your wife.” She said,

“ That's right, you're my wife. And I expect obedience from you, not this clingy, needy bullshit. I don't need your love or affection.” He replied.

“Sorry,”  She said.

He snarls, taking another step closer to her, “ Sorry isn't good enough. You need to learn your place and stop trying to worm your way into my heart and mind. I don't want or need you there.”

She nodded her head. “Remember, you're not supposed to think for yourself. Just do as you're told and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you stay in my world. Now get out of my sight before I lose my patience completely.” He said.

She was about to leave, but he noticed her heels which were at the entrance, that means she went out.

“Did you go out today?” He asked. Y/n stop, should she tell the truth or lie? He is asking her so that means he knows she did.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Where?” He asked.

“My college friends, They couldn't come to the wedding a-”

He lunges at her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall, “You think you can just disobey me and then everything will be okay?”

“I called to ask permission but you didn't pick up my calls.” She replied.

His eyes narrowed. “That's because I was busy. I don't have to answer you when you decide to go out and do whatever the hell you want. We're married, you belong to me now and you need to act like it.”
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Y/n felt like she was suffocating, trapped in a prison of Namjoon's making. He used to be cold and distant, but now he was always there, watching her, questioning her.

"Where were you, Amelia?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as she walked through the door.

Y/n hesitated, knowing that any wrong answer would trigger his wrath. "I just went for a walk," she said, trying to sound calm.

Namjoon's gaze lingered on her, his expression twisted with possessiveness. "You didn't go to your father's house, did you?"

Y/n shook her head, feeling a chill run down her spine. "No, I wouldn't do that."

But Namjoon's eyes still doubted her, "Good. Because you're mine now. You'll never go back to that hellhole. I don't like how they treat my wife.”

She did blush, she remembers when last time they visited her house and her brother made a joke about her, Namjoon got really pissed about it and called out her brother for that. That made Y/n a little secure.

He is twisted like her father. But he does care a little more than her father about her.

And it's true, he cares about her. A lot. A lot more than a normal person would.

She came closer to her. It's hard to guess his reaction when she touches him, he would either hug her or push her. But let's take a risk.

“I will not go there. I don't like going there either.” She said, as she hugged him.

This time he hugs her back. Namjoon holds her body, his fingers digging into her skin.
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Y/n's hands trembled as she held the pregnancy test, the positive result blurring together on the screen. She took a deep breath and approached Namjoon, expecting excitement, joy.

"Namjoon, I'm pregnant," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

But instead of delight, Namjoon's face twisted in rage.

He slapped her, the sound echoing through the room. "Why weren't you taking your pills regularly?" he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.

Y/n reeled back, shock and pain coursing through her. "I-I forgot," she stuttered.

Namjoon turned and left, leaving Y/n stunned and alone.

She thought he would be happy. Why was he not happy? She knows it's not planned but His parents and everyone else kept asking and he would politely say they are planning too.

She tried to talk to Namjoon. He was in the room alone, she went to him. And asked him softly. “Why? Are you not happy?”,

"This child will come between us," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. How can a child come between them? That's stupid to think.

Y/n shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, it won't. We'll be happy together."

But Namjoon's gaze was unyielding. "It will. I want you all to myself, all the time. I won't share you with anyone, not even our child."

Y/n's heart sank, horror creeping up her spine. "You can't mean that," she whispered.

But Namjoon's eyes were dead serious. "Get an abortion, Amelia. I won't have our relationship ruined by a child.”

“Our relationship will not be ruined.” She said.

“It will, you think I would want to fck you when you get loose after giving birth? Or with ugly stretch marks? No that gross. And on the top the child. You know how annoying kids are?” He exclaimed.

She hugged her waist, she had little stretch marks on her hips and she remembered how he made fun of them when he first slept with her.

She can't imagine her body changing anymore. If it did he would not even give her attention.

“You are 20, we have a lot of years. When I get bored of you but still want you in my life, I will maybe have a child with you, but right now get an abortion.” He said and this time putting his card on the table. “Don't show me your face until then.”
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Y/n cried in the hospital hallway, feeling alone and invisible. She knows the reality that she is nothing to Namjoon. Like she is nothing to her family.

As she turned a corner, she bumped into someone.

“I am so sorry.” He looked at her with kind eyes.

Y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her. She stared into his eyes and felt happy for the first time in a long time.

She saw his name tag: Jeon Jungkook. But she didn't need to know his name to feel a connection. Their eyes met for just a moment, but Y/n felt seen and heard.

He left in just 6 seconds. Only 6 seconds but the time felt like it was slow down.
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Y/n’s voice firm. "I've made a decision."

One of her brothers snorted, his laughter echoing through the room. "Oh, this should be good. How can someone like you make a decision?"

But their father's voice cut through the mocking. "Quiet. Let her speak."

Y/n took a deep breath. "I want to divorce Namjoon."

Her father's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're showing your blood, just like your mother. Always running from one man to another."

Y/n felt a sting, but she stood her ground. "That's not fair. You don't know what it's like being married to him. He's so controlling… And abusive.”

Her father waved his hand dismissively. "He's just trying to be a good husband. You should be grateful."

Y/n's eyes widened in incredulity. "Grateful? You have no idea what I'm going through."

But her father's expression remained unyielding, his mind made up. "You will not divorce him. You will make it work. If you dare to leave him, I swear I will k!ll you.”

“Dad, he hits me.” She said frustrated.

“Yeah, he told me. That is because you create so many problems for him. He is annoyed by your behavior.”

Y/n felt a surge of desperation, trapped in a marriage she didn't want, with no escape in sight.
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Y/n walked through the front door, her heart racing with fear. Namjoon's face twisted in rage as he saw her.

“Where were you?” He asked.

“Home.” She replied.

“This is your fcking home Amelia,” He replied.

“And you want to Divorce me? You think you can leave me?" he snarled, his fists clenched.

Y/n tried to run, but Namjoon was too fast. He grabbed her, his grip like a vice.

"I'll never let you go," he hissed, his eyes blazing with obsession.

But Y/n stood firm, despite her fear. "I want a divorce," she said, her voice shaking.

Namjoon's anger exploded, and he hurt her badly.

Y/n ended up in the hospital, her body broken and bruised.
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Y/n stared outside the window. She heard a voice. “Good evening Mrs. Kim Amelia.”

She turned to face Jungkook. She remembers him, she just met him yesterday.

Dr. Jeon Jungkook examined Y/n's injuries with a practiced eye, his expression neutral. "Can you tell me what happened? How did you get injured like this?" he asked gently.

“Nothing, I fell off the stairs.”, she replied.

“Your body seems to go through worse than if you just fell from the stairs.” He replied. “It's your husband right?” He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, but all men are like that.”

She stared at Jungkook, she felt like she would not mind if it was him hurting her. If she gets hurt either way, she would like to get hurt by him.

“All men are not like that, it's a crime. You should not stay with such a person.” He said.

"I'm going to report this to the authorities," he said, his voice firm but compassionate. "You deserve to be safe."

With Y/n's consent, Dr. Jungkook documented her injuries and submitted a report to the police, recommending a restraining order and criminal charges against Namjoon.

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Jungkook was extremely professional while dealing with her. Meanwhile Y/n was hoping for more. She tried to talk to Jungkook and be friends with him.

But she noticed something, the pity in his eyes. He was feeling pity for her. He was not in love with her or interested in her.

She steps back immediately, she doesn't want that.

Y/n couldn't go back home. She can't go to Namjoon's house either. Also, he would be out in just one or two months. And her father was forcing her to lie to the police and get Namjoon out of jail.

So she decided to escape. But escaping wasn't enough. Her family was trying to find her everyday so she decided to change everything.

She get plastic surgery to make her face look different from before, so she doesn't get recognized by her family or Namjoon.

In the meantime she started a new plan, a hope. She wanted a good family with Jungkook. This was important because she wanted Jungkook.

The more she gets to know him the more she wants him. But admiring him from a far and stalking him was not enough. She wanted him to fall in love with her.

She doesn't want anything to do with her past, she just wants to be the girl that Jungkook wants. She first finds out his type and what type of women he has dated in the past.

Jungkook was different, he was not like the men in her life before.

She changed herself, to be a perfect person. Not a traumatized broke girl. She wanted to be a perfect happy girl. Who had her life together since childhood.

She didn't rush to approach Jungkook. She took 5 years to do that, she wanted to be fully prepared.

Jungkook looked up from the patient's chart, his eyes meeting Y/n.

Y/n sat in the hospital room, her eyes fixed on Jungkook as he examined her injury. She purposely hurt herself. He couldn't recognize her. “How did you get this injury?” He asked.

She chuckled. “I just moved to this city and my apartment is a mess. And I made a vase by breaking the mirror and hurting myself.”

She had been waiting for this moment, planning her every move.

“Are you doing everything alone?” He asked.

“Yeah, this city doesn't have friendly people who like to volunteer.”

“That is not true,” he said.

“I know no one in this city. I can't just ask any stranger to help me put together my furniture.” She replied.

“If you happen to bump into me outside the hospital when I am not on duty. Ask me, I will help you.”

He started the book she had with her, it was Jungkook's favorite book. It was the only book he had read and he fell for it. “Don't you think this book is so...deep?"

“Book? Oh this one. Yeah, I am currently reading it, and can't put it down. It's quite interesting.”

“And beautiful.” He mumbled.

She was trying to make it not obvious that all her replies are planned.

And a day later she bumped into Jungkook.

“Oh, hi. I was not expecting you here.” She said,

“Me either.” He replied. “How come you are here?”

“Me? I just moved to this area.” She said,

“You did, you still need help?” He asked with a smile.

“No, I figured it out. Would you like to see my apartment?” She exclaimed. “I do need help with fixing my bed.”

“Sure.” He said. And he went with her. “You moved to this building?”

“Yeah,” Y/n said while entering the code.

“What? We are literally neighbors. My apartment is right below yours.” He said.

“What? Really? And I thought only middle aged people lived here. What a relief to find someone my age here.” She said and brought him inside.

He looked outside the glass window and he could see his mini pool area and balcony. “You literally get a view of my apartment balcony from here.”

“Really? Oh, fancy I will get a view of you chilling on the balcony.” She said, Jungkook chuckled.

“Yes, I spent most of my time there when I was home.” He replied. He really liked her personality. She was connecting with her, she was like everything he ever wished for. She was funny, cute and attractive.

She was funny, cute and attractive.

Y/n knew what she was doing. She planned her new life.

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Back to present,

Y/n was standing in the room filled with Jungkook’s pictures. She remembers it. She remembers everything.

She has lied to Jungkook countless times. She lied about everything but she loves him a lot.

She didn't try to force Jungkook to be with her, she instead become someone Jungkook would want.

Hansi, Y/n never wanted to k!ll her. She was jealous of her but she never once tried to hurt her.

The bell rang, causing her to snap out of her thoughts. Who was it at this time?

No one comes to their house except Jungkook's family. Y/n doesn't even allow the parcels and delivery people to know the address of her house.

She closed the secret door and went to the main door. She checked the ring camera and flinched and fell on her knees as she saw Namjoon.

How did he find her house?

~ “Amelia, honey. Open the door, your husband is waiting for you. I know you are inside.” He said the microphone.

A sudden creep feeling engulfed her.

~”I promise not to hurt you if you open the door. Or else I will tell your second husband all the lies and secrets that you are keeping from him. You think he will keep someone like you in his house after knowing the truth about you?"

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