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Y/N walked out of the courtroom with her usual grace, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The victorious aura around her was palpable, but her expression remained cold and unreadable. As she reached the exit, she turned sharply towards the Min family, who stood proudly behind her.

"I'm leaving now," Y/N announced in a cool tone, her eyes locking with Maria and Junghoo briefly before she started to walk away.

Before she could take another step, Maria spoke up, her voice firm but laced with affection. "Not so fast, Y/N. Your wedding is on Friday. We need to shop for it."

Y/N paused, narrowing her eyes in thought. She wasn't the kind of woman to get excited about wedding preparations, especially given her complicated relationship with Yoongi. But before she could respond, Jungkook suddenly popped up, his voice full of excitement.

"We should take Lisa along too!" he said, grinning widely. "It’ll be fun!"

Lisa, who had been standing quietly beside Y/N, turned to Jungkook with a look of disbelief, as if he’d lost his mind. Y/N, on the other hand, shot a sharp glare at Jungkook, making him visibly nervous. Her cold eyes were enough to make him hesitate for a moment, his usual playful attitude faltering under her intense stare.

"Y/N-ssi," Jennie chimed in with a snicker, clearly enjoying the situation. "Looks like Jungkook’s got himself a little crush." She smirked and shot a playful glance at Lisa, who rolled her eyes in response.

Jungkook, embarrassed by Jennie's teasing, glared back at her in secret, muttering under his breath. "I just thought it'd be nice, okay?"

Y/N ignored the banter and finally agreed with a calm, detached tone. She didn’t care much about the family dynamics, but she was never one to pass up an opportunity to maintain appearances. As she looked at Maria and Junghoo, she spoke formally. "I'll inform my schedule to fit the arrangements. Mrs. Min, Mr. Min."

Maria frowned slightly at the formality in Y/N’s voice. "Y/N, you should call us 'mom and dad' now. After all, you are marrying into this family."

Junghoo nodded in agreement, his expression more neutral but still expectant.

Y/N hesitated, feeling a flicker of doubt and unease for the first time in a while. But she quickly masked it, her face turning expressionless once more. "Of course," she agreed softly, though the words seemed forced, unnatural.

Before anyone could notice the tension building in her, Yoongi stepped closer, his presence dark and looming behind her. Leaning down, he whispered something softly into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. His voice was low, flirtatious, yet darkly possessive. "You look even more beautiful when you win. I can't wait until Friday when you’ll be all mine."

Y/N stiffened at his words, her eyes momentarily flashing with something unreadable before she quickly composed herself. She gave a short, almost indifferent nod in response, and with that, they all began to move towards the cars.

As they reached the parking lot, Y/N stopped suddenly and turned to Yoongi. He was standing a few feet away, his dark eyes never leaving her as if she were the only thing he could see. There was something unsettling in the way he stared at her, like he wanted to devour her whole, possess her until there was nothing left of her but him.

"I’ll choose your suit for the wedding," Y/N ordered coolly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And I’ll pay for it."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused smile. His eyes glinted dangerously, but there was a twisted affection there too. "You just made us win the case, and now you want to take control of the suit too?" he asked in a voice filled with mock surprise. "Leave something for me to do for you, sweetheart."

Y/N’s gaze was steely, unyielding. "I said I’ll choose," she repeated, her voice colder this time. "It wasn’t a request."

Yoongi stared at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was used to being the one in control, the one dominating every situation. But with Y/N, things were different. She was just as ruthless as he was, and it only made him want her more. His eyes darkened with possessiveness, a twisted kind of admiration.

"Whatever you say," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "But don’t forget who you belong to after Friday."

Y/N gave him a sharp look but said nothing, turning away from him and heading towards the car. Yoongi’s eyes followed her every movement, filled with a dangerous mix of desire and madness. There was no doubt in his mind that Y/N was his, whether she accepted it or not.

As the family piled into the cars, Yoongi couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He leaned back in his seat, still watching her with that same obsessive gaze. Inside, he was burning with the need to possess her completely, to make sure no one else ever touched her or even looked at her the way he did.

"You're mine," Yoongi whispered under his breath, his voice low and dark. "And after Friday, there won’t be any escaping me."

Y/N, sitting in the front seat, could feel his gaze on her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew exactly what kind of man she was marrying. Dominating. Cruel. Sadistic. A psychopath, even. But what Yoongi didn’t know was that she was just as ruthless, just as unforgiving. This marriage might be a game of possession for him, but for Y/N, it was a challenge—a battle to see who would break first.

And Y/N never lost.

As the car engine purred to life, Y/N settled into the passenger seat, her gaze immediately turning towards the window. The streets blurred past as they drove, sunlight filtering through the trees, casting fleeting patterns on her expressionless face. In the backseat sat Maria and Junghoo, speaking in low tones, while Yoongi gripped the steering wheel, his eyes on the road but his mind elsewhere.

He glanced sideways at Y/N, who sat poised and distant, her fingers tapping lightly on her knee. Her presence filled the car, even in silence. Yoongi's thoughts drifted, consumed by the woman beside him. His focus was split—half on the road, half on the puzzle that was Y/N. He craved control, dominance, and yet she remained unfazed by his usual tactics, maintaining her icy composure.

The silence in the car was broken by Maria’s curious voice. "Y/N," she began, "you own that law firm, 'Kautilya,' right? What does the name mean?"

At the mention of her firm, Y/N’s fingers stopped tapping, her posture becoming even more rigid. She didn’t turn to face Maria, instead continuing to stare out of the window. Yoongi, though his eyes were still on the road, perked up. Even he didn’t know the meaning behind the name of her law firm, and it intrigued him. His grip on the wheel tightened slightly, waiting for her answer.

Y/N, her voice calm and composed as ever, finally spoke. "Kautilya," she began, her tone cool and precise, "is a title given to the greatest diplomat and teacher of ancient India—Chanakya."

There was a pause as her words hung in the air. Maria exchanged a confused glance with Junghoo, while Yoongi’s brow furrowed slightly. He had expected something more modern, more Western, yet this was deeply rooted in ancient history.

Y/N continued, her tone even but with a faint edge of pride. "The name refers to someone with a very cunning and crooked mind. Chanakya was known for his brilliance in strategy, his ability to manipulate and plan ahead, always several steps in front of his enemies."

Maria’s face lit up with realization. "Ah, so it’s symbolic. A strategist’s mind, like that of a lawyer."

"Exactly," Y/N responded, though there was no warmth in her voice. "It’s a word that carries weight. It reminds me to always stay ahead of everyone else, no matter the cost."

Junghoo, curious as ever, leaned forward slightly. "And how did you come across this name? It’s not something we hear often around here."

Y/N’s eyes darkened, and for a fleeting moment, her composed mask faltered. She hesitated, a shadow of something unreadable crossing her face. Her mind flashed back to a moment long buried, a voice echoing in her head: “Be as crooked as Chanakya. The world is not kind to the weak.”

A sudden, sharp pain throbbed behind her temples, but she quickly masked her discomfort. Her expression returned to its usual cold calmness, though her voice was distant when she replied, "Someone once told me to be like Chanakya. To be crooked and cunning."

The air in the car shifted slightly, the weight of her words lingering. Maria and Junghoo exchanged a glance, clearly intrigued but unsure whether to probe further. Before anyone could ask more, Yoongi spoke, his voice cutting through the moment like a knife. "We’ve arrived."

His tone was harsher than usual, almost sharp, causing Maria and Junghoo to look at each other in surprise. Y/N turned her gaze toward Yoongi, catching the slight tension in his jaw as he pulled into the mall’s parking lot. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, but his eyes remained unreadable, their usual dark intensity masked by something more volatile beneath.

The car stopped, and everyone slowly got out. Y/N exited first, her heels clicking against the pavement as she adjusted her jacket, her expression returning to its usual indifferent calm. Yoongi stepped out next, his gaze never leaving her. He shut the door with more force than necessary, watching as she walked ahead, her every move calculated, graceful, and entirely out of his reach.

"Yoongi," Junghoo said, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. "You alright?"

Yoongi didn’t respond immediately, his eyes following Y/N as she walked toward the entrance. "I’m fine," he muttered, though there was something dangerous in his voice, something dark simmering beneath the surface.

As they made their way into the mall, Maria tried to lighten the mood, asking Y/N about her preferences for the wedding. "So, Y/N, do you have any idea what kind of dress you want?" Maria asked, her tone light, though a hint of tension still hung in the air from the earlier conversation.

Y/N glanced briefly at Maria before replying, "Something simple, elegant." Her tone was dismissive, as though the wedding were just another business transaction for her, something to be dealt with and moved on from.

Yoongi, walking closely behind her, smirked. "Simple and elegant, huh?" he murmured, his voice low enough for only Y/N to hear. "Funny, I never pegged you for the modest type."

Y/N didn’t respond, but her eyes flicked toward him briefly, cold and calculating. She knew what he was doing—trying to provoke a reaction, trying to unsettle her. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, she walked ahead, her head held high, showing no sign of faltering under his dark, possessive gaze.

As they entered the mall, Yoongi's eyes remained fixed on Y/N, the twisted desire in his gaze growing with each step they took. His obsession with her was no longer just about possession—it was about control. Y/N was the only person who ever made him feel like he wasn't entirely in charge, and it both infuriated and intrigued him. She was like a puzzle he couldn’t solve, and it drove him mad with desire.

But Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. She understood his game, and she played it just as well. As they walked further into the mall, she didn’t bother looking back, even though she could feel Yoongi’s gaze burning into her like a predator stalking its prey.

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The moment Y/N and Yoongi entered the grandiose mall, it was as if the air shifted. Their presence commanded attention—people turned their heads, some in awe, others in nervous admiration. The Min family’s influence was legendary, and the luxurious mall, owned by the Min empire, reflected that in every corner.

Y/N walked ahead, her chin held high, while Yoongi remained just a step beside her, his eyes occasionally drifting toward her but never straying too far. They moved like they owned the place—which, technically, they did.

As the other Mins trailed behind them, Y/N suddenly grabbed Yoongi’s hand, her fingers interlocking with his without a moment's hesitation. Yoongi froze at the contact, his heart skipping a beat, but he quickly masked it with his usual cold, composed exterior. Y/N turned around, her gaze focused on Maria.

“I’m taking Yoongi with me to pick out his suit,” she declared, her voice steady, though a slight tremor appeared when she added, “Mom.”

Maria smiled warmly, pleased with Y/N's effort to use the familial term, even though the hesitation in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. But before anyone could react, Y/N had already begun pulling Yoongi along behind her. Yoongi, still in shock from the sudden physical contact, followed her as if some invisible force was drawing him along. His heart skipped the beat.

Maria chuckled softly, whispering to Junghoo, “I think we’ve finally found a solution for him.”

As they reached the men's suit section, the employees scrambled to greet them, bowing respectfully. Everyone here knew the power of the Min family and treated Y/N and Yoongi like royalty. Y/N, without sparing a glance at the employees, commanded them with the same effortless authority Yoongi had admired about her.

“Bring out your finest tuxedos,” Y/N ordered, her voice cool and firm.

Yoongi stood beside her, watching her with an unreadable expression. He was used to people treating him with reverence and fear, but with Y/N, it was different. She treated him as if he was just another part of her plan, another pawn on the chessboard she had complete control over. And strangely enough, he didn’t mind. In fact, he was captivated.

One of the female employees approached them, her arms full of meticulously selected suits. As she came closer, her attention faltered, her gaze lingering a bit too long on Yoongi, clearly lost in the sight of him. Yoongi didn’t notice, his eyes still fixated on Y/N, but Y/N didn’t miss a beat. She turned, her sharp eyes catching the woman’s wandering gaze.

With a slight tilt of her head, Y/N's lips pulled into a cold smirk. "You’re here to do your job, not drool," she said, her voice low but carrying enough weight to send a chill down the employee’s spine.

The woman snapped out of her daze, her face flushing as she stammered out an apology. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean—”

"Don't let it happen again," Y/N interrupted, her voice firm. She didn’t raise her voice; she didn’t need to. The authority in her tone was enough to send the woman scurrying away.

Yoongi watched this entire interaction with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. She's not one to be trifled with, he thought, amused.

Y/N turned back to him, holding a tuxedo in her hands and handing it over to him. "Here. Try this one."

Yoongi, still staring at her like he was lost in her every move, didn’t take the tux right away. His gaze traveled from her hand to her face, lingering on her cold yet captivating expression. She raised an eyebrow, noticing his lack of movement.

“What?” she asked, her voice a mix of irritation and amusement. “Do you need me to change your clothes for you?”

Yoongi blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. "What—no. I can handle it," he replied, his voice slightly offended, though he couldn’t suppress the grin pulling at his lips. Only Y/N could talk to him like this, and he knew it.

He grabbed the tuxedo from her hands, their fingers brushing for a moment, sending an unexpected jolt through him. Without another word, Yoongi walked into the changing room.

Y/N watched him disappear behind the door, her eyes narrowing slightly. Men like him are too used to getting their way, she thought. But she wouldn’t let him intimidate her—not Yoongi, not anyone.

After a few minutes, Yoongi emerged from the changing room, dressed in the tuxedo. He stood there, his hands casually in his pockets, waiting for her reaction.

Y/N’s gaze traveled from his head to his toes, her face expressionless. After a long, silent pause, she shook her head. "No," she said simply, handing him another tuxedo. "Try this one."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with this one?" he asked, though he already knew her answer. Y/N wasn’t one to settle for anything less than perfection.

"It doesn’t suit you," she replied bluntly, already eyeing another set of suits.

Yoongi, slightly annoyed but also intrigued, took the next tuxedo from her and returned to the changing room. The process repeated several more times, each suit rejected by Y/N with barely more than a glance.

Nearly forty-five minutes passed, and Yoongi was starting to lose his patience. He wasn’t used to being ordered around like this, but there was something about Y/N that kept him from complaining. He knew that arguing with her would be pointless—she’d eat him alive, as he liked to think.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N handed him the last tuxedo. "This one," she said, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Yoongi sighed but did as she instructed. When he stepped out this time, Y/N’s eyes scanned him from head to toe once again, but this time, she gave a slight nod.

"This one will do," she said, her tone casual, as if she hadn’t just put him through an hour of changing.

Yoongi stared at her, both amused and irritated. "You have a good eye for this," he admitted, though there was a trace of sarcasm in his voice. "You could be a fashion designer with how picky you are."

Y/N shot him a sideways glance. "Or I could just be your personal stylist," she said dryly, packing up a few more suits for him without asking.

Yoongi watched as she moved with ease, already paying for the tuxedos without his knowledge. He frowned. "When did you—"

"I handle things quickly," Y/N interrupted, giving him a pointed look. "Now, it’s your turn to help me."

Yoongi smirked, grabbing her wrist and pulling her gently towards the women's section. "Finally. Let’s see how you handle being on the other side."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not resisting his grip as he led her away. "I doubt you’ll be as picky as me," she said, her voice laced with challenge.

Yoongi chuckled, a dark, amused sound. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I’m capable of."

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