“Mom?” Abigail hurriedly dashed into the grand hallway of their opulent villa, her heart racing with a sense of urgency and excitement. Despite her haste, she neatly placed her shoes in the cupboards before calling out for her mother once again. "Mom!" Her voice reverberated through the spacious halls, but there was no response. With mounting anxiety, she sprinted towards the kitchen, hoping to find her mother there. However, she only saw the servants' wide-eyed expressions as they bustled about preparing dinner.

"The rose garden," one of the servants spoke softly. She was the head maiden, and Abigail had known her for as long as she could remember. Magda had always been a constant presence in their household, caring for everyone and everything. Her word was law among the servants. Abigail approached the open slide doors and whispered a soft "Thank you, Mag" as she slipped through them.

The terrace welcomed her with a warm breeze and a stunning view of her sister lounging in the sun. Her perfect curves were displayed, and her golden hair was effortlessly styled in a messy bun that seemed to glow brighter than the sun. Abigail couldn't help but admire her sister's beauty as she made her way towards her. “Why so noisy, Abby?” Her sister purred, her eyes still hidden behind the thick sunglasses.

Abigail held a white envelope in her hand and waved it excitedly at her older sister, Elizabeth. Abigail printed the letter from her email box before coming home. Elizabeth, who was eight years older, took off her sunglasses and looked at Abigail with her warm caramel eyes. She felt a sense of pride as she gazed at her little sister.

“Liz, guess what's inside?” Abigail asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

“Abby, is this_?” Elizabeth's throat tightened as she struggled to speak. She wondered how Abigail managed to stay so composed in the face of such excitement. Abigail had always been a peculiar child - too reserved and guarded in every way. But as Elizabeth looked at her beaming face, she couldn't help feeling a wave of emotion wash over her.

Abigail's face lit up with a broad smile as she shared the exciting news with her sister, "I can't say it out loud yet. I need to tell our Mom first. But trust me, it is exactly what you are thinking!" Her sister's joy mirrored hers as she hugged Abigail tightly.

Liz wrapped her arms around her younger sister, a proud look on her face. "You did it," she whispered into Abigail's ear, her voice filled with admiration and love. She then jokingly slapped Abigail's ass, causing her to wince and step away from Elizabeth's embrace. The younger woman was always awkward when it came to physical touch.

Abigail's gaze drifted towards the rose garden, which was in full bloom and looked like a sea of pink and red. She walked towards the garden, taking in the sweet fragrance of the roses. The petals were soft and velvety, and Abigail felt a sense of calm wash over her as she strolled through the garden. “Mom?” She whispered as she noticed her mother on a bench.

As Abigail approached her mother, she noticed the gentle curve of her mother's lips and the lines etched around her eyes. Her hair, once a shining gold, was now turning a soft white, but her beauty remained steadfast. In her lap lay a bundle of roses, their vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filling the air. With deft hands, her mother carefully cut off the thorns on each stem, revealing the velvety petals underneath. Abigail halted and gently placed a small white envelope on top of the roses.

Her heart raced as she knelt before her mother, anticipation, and nerves building inside her. Her mother's gaze met her own, and Abigail could see the question forming in her mother's mind before she spoke a word. With a deep breath, Abigail couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "Mom," she said, her voice trembling with joy, "I have amazing news. I was accepted to Harvard!" Her mother's sky-blue eyes widened in surprise and pride, mirroring Abigail's excitement.

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The atmosphere in the villa was electric as everyone eagerly awaited Abigail's news. They knew all too well how much effort she had put into achieving her dream of attending her desired college. Countless hours of volunteering in various social work organizations to earn points towards her certification, attending science contests to enhance her knowledge, and spending her high school years buried in books and working in the library after school. It was clear to all that Abigail's hard work and dedication were about to pay off.

Abigail was an intriguing figure in high school, known for her aloofness and odd behavior. Unlike her siblings, who were famous and well-liked, Abigail kept to herself and avoided socializing with people her age or anyone else for that matter.

Her sister, Elizabeth, was a well-known fashion anchor, always up-to-date with the latest news about VIPs and celebrities. Elizabeth's stunning looks, golden hair, slim waist, long legs, and amazing curves, thanks to her trainer, made her the envy of many.

Abigail's older brother, Jimin, was equally famous and popular with both girls and boys. He was a student at Harvard College, aiming to complete his master's from Harvard's Business School.

Despite her family's social status, Abigail had no interest in making friends or socializing. She would participate in social work organizations and facilities only to earn recognition and points. Abigail believed that spending time aimlessly with friends wastes her time.

In the preceding years, Abigail had always been the same, with slight variation in her routine. However, last year marked a significant change in her life. A boy she had always admired asked her out, and she found herself falling for him. His name was Rhys, and he was a brilliant young man, two years her senior.

They shared a passion for science and biology, and they could spend hours discussing everything from molecules to cells. Rhys was always buried in his books, studying hard to achieve his goals. He was also a source of inspiration for Abigail, who dreamed of attending Harvard. However, Abigail's boyfriend moved to Boston more than half a year ago, and she was still in California, far from Rhys, whom she had grown to like sincerely. More than she ever thought possible.

Abigail was eager to share the news with Rhys, but she decided to keep it a surprise until she arrived in Boston. She wanted to celebrate with him and take a tour around the campus. Being Abigail, she had everything planned out, down to the last detail. She had scheduled her flight to arrive on a Friday night, ensuring that Rhys would be at his apartment without telling him she was coming.

Although Boston wasn't a new city to her, having visited her brother Jimin a few times, she still felt excited as she made her way there. Jimin was always protective of her, and Abigail couldn't help but wonder why he was so alpha-like in his behavior. Despite her bookworm appearance with glasses, Abigail didn't think of herself as someone who would attract unwanted attention. Everyone thought she was boring and weird. However, Jimin couldn't help but give a stern look to any guy who dared to give her more than a passing glance, including his two best friends.

Abigail had reached her destination, Rhys' apartment building, which was exclusively for college students. She took her small suitcase and paid the taxi driver. As she entered the building, she was greeted by a loud and chaotic atmosphere. The halls were filled with blaring music, and every apartment door was left wide open.

As she walked further, she found herself surrounded by a pulsing party scene. The sound of people singing along to the music filled the air, and the dimly lit halls were packed with more students holding plastic cups in their hands. Everywhere she looked, she saw couples locked in passionate embraces, kissing and lost in the moment. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire. The energy in the halls was electric.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mingled with something else that Abigail recognized all too well. It was the smell of marijuana - her brother's friend's favorite substance. The pungent odor was overpowering, and it made Abigail feel uneasy.

As Abigail reminisced about the past, she couldn't help but recall the memories of her brother Jimin hanging out with his smoking buddies in the darkest, most concealed spot they could find. Their father was never pleased with Jimin's choice of company, but he was rarely home, which made Jimin not care for his opinion.

On the other hand, their mother was fond of the boys and often welcomed them to stay at their place for the entire weekend, much to Abigail's dismay. The boys were four years older than Abigail and were always loud and boisterous, making it difficult for her to enjoy their company.

Abigail approached the fourth floor and sighed in relief that Rhys' apartment wasn't too far from the elevator. Upon reaching Rhys' door, she noticed it was closed but not locked. She knocked a few times, hoping for a response, but to no avail. With curiosity, Abigail opened the heavy white door slightly and peered inside, only to find a dark and unkempt apartment.

As she stepped inside, her brows furrowed together, creating a deep V. The apartment was a complete mess, with clothes and clutter strewn all over the place. The air was thick with a musty odor, and Abigail couldn't help but feel uneasy. What bothered her the most was the untidiness and dirtiness of the room. Being a stickler for cleanliness and order, Abigail couldn't stand the sight of a messy room. To her, everything had to be precise and immaculate.

“Rhys?” She called as she tiptoed through the messy apartment, trying to avoid tripping over any random objects scattered on the floor. She couldn't help but notice the disorganization of the place - it was definitely not the Rhys she knew. He was always a neat freak, his room always tidy and smelling like freshly laundered clothes. But now, as she made her way towards his bedroom, she couldn't help but wonder what could have made him so chaotic.

As she tip-toed towards his bedroom, the door slightly ajar, she heard a low, muffled sound from within. Her heart skipped a beat, fear and confusion taking hold of her - Was Rhys in pain? Without hesitation, she pushed the door open, hoping to find her boyfriend safe and sound. But what she saw was like a sharp blow to her gut.

Rhys, who she had planned to surprise tonight, was in a passionate embrace with another woman. Their bodies were intertwined, hands roaming over each other's skin with passion. Their mouths were locked in a desperate, fiery kiss, tongues dancing in perfect harmony. The sight was too much for her to bear, and she stumbled back, struggling to process the betrayal unfolding before her eyes. And without a word, she exited the building and walked to the unknown.

Abigail's usually active mind was completely empty. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so numb and stunned. She had never experienced something like this before - a mixture of heartbreak and betrayal. The sight of her boyfriend intimately kissing another girl shattered something deep inside her, but she couldn't pinpoint the source of the pain.

As a passionate scientist, explicitly focusing on neuroscience, she understood that all emotions and sensations had a scientific explanation. However, this particular pain was intangible and elusive. Abigail had heard of this kind of pain before, but she never believed it was real until now.

She strolled through the well-known streets, and the sound of her footsteps echoed in the quiet atmosphere. She didn't hesitate as she approached a building, pushed the button marked "7" on the elevator, and was greeted by the soothing notes of a classical piano melody emanating from the speakers. When the elevator reached its destination, Abigail emerged from its warmth and hastened to the black door marked with the number "1013." She repeatedly pressed the doorbell, her anticipation growing with each push until the door finally opened.

That night must have been the night of ‘surprise Abigail’  as the door opened. She was taken aback by the sight in front of her. A heavily tattooed man stood before her, his muscular arms and bare upper body adorned with intricate black ink. A silver ring decorated his bottom lip, and another pierced one of his eyebrows.

She couldn't quite place his face, but it seemed familiar to her. His long, dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with strands falling across his chiseled face and muscular neck. The man was dressed in nothing but black sweatpants, which hung teasingly just above his V-line, leaving little to the imagination.

"Yo, is that you, Abs?” The warm, velvety voice that called out was all too familiar to Abigail. His big dark eyes stared at her in shock, his hand reaching out to touch her face. But she stepped back before he could make contact. "You crying?" he asked with concern in his voice.

Abigail's hands instinctively went to her cheeks, and she realized she was, indeed, crying. It was a rare display of emotion for her, as she was usually self-controlled and never allowed her feelings to get the best of her. But there she was, standing outside her supposed brother's apartment, feeling a mix of sadness, confusion, and anger. She had always considered herself someone who acted rationally and never made decisions based on her emotions, yet here she was, unable to control her tears.

“Yo, Jimin, hurry, your lil sis is here!” The man gestured for her to come in as he called for her brother. She stepped inside and saw another man leaning against the kitchen counter. He was also dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants that clung desperately to his hips. His neck was adorned with an elegant golden chain. It was still trendy to have tattoos? She thought to herself as Abigail couldn't help but notice the intricate ink that covered his upper body and the shining piercings on his nipples.

-He had fricking jewelry on his chocolate nipples-

She recognized his piercing dark eyes immediately, and a feeling of helplessness washed over her. She only felt that with him, and Abigail knew that she was looking at her brother's two troublesome best friends, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.