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Y/N blinked slowly, trying to clear her vision as she gradually regained consciousness. Her head felt heavy, but as she sat up on the bed, she looked around, finding herself in a grand, lavish room. The luxurious surroundings were unfamiliar, yet the air was thick with concern and tension.

As soon as Hoseok and the rest of the Min family noticed her stirring, they rushed toward her, visibly relieved to see her awake. Maria, her face lined with worry, was the first to speak.

"Y/N, do you need anything? Are you in pain?" Maria asked, her voice soft but laced with anxiety.

Y/N blinked at them blankly, her expression unreadable. She shook her head slightly, indicating that she was fine, but her eyes remained distant.

Hoseok stepped closer, panic still evident on his face as he began checking Y/N’s bandages. "You should’ve been more careful, Y/N. That could have ended much worse," he muttered, his tone tense as he looked at her shoulder, wrapped in white gauze, and her leg, similarly bandaged.

Jennie, standing beside him, echoed his concern. "You really scared us. What were you thinking?" she asked, her eyes wide with worry.

Y/N, feeling detached from the situation, furrowed her brow slightly. "What happened?" she asked, her voice calm, though her mind was working fast to piece together the fragments of her memory.

Jungkook stepped forward, arms crossed but his expression softening at her question. "It was Suzy. She attacked you with a glass bottle. Do you remember? She was... completely out of control."

At that moment, the puzzle clicked in Y/N’s mind. She vividly remembered Suzy’s fury, the sound of the glass shattering, and then Yoongi—how he had appeared out of nowhere, wrapping her in his arms as if shielding her from the world. The intensity with which he held her, like she was something precious, stirred something deep within her that she had no desire to acknowledge.

As those memories replayed in her mind, Y/N felt a strange sensation in her chest, like a chord had been struck—one she wasn’t ready to hear. She could still feel the weight of Yoongi’s protective embrace, his heartbeat against her cheek, his cold rage on her behalf. But she shoved those thoughts away quickly. That feeling was dangerous, something she couldn’t afford.

A mysterious smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, one that no one in the room noticed. Y/N knew exactly why Suzy had gone mad. She knew what she had done in the past, how she had lit the fire of this insanity inside Suzy’s mind. The thought gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction, the kind that only someone who enjoys watching their enemies suffer could understand. It was as if, by throwing salt on old wounds, she relished the pain it caused.

While the others in the room continued to condemn Suzy, blaming her for the attack, Y/N remained silent, her smirk deepening as she listened. Their words barely registered; instead, her mind was elsewhere, replaying the chaos she had orchestrated.

Maria spoke again, her voice frustrated. "Suzy has completely lost it. How could she attack you like that? She needs help, not to be anywhere near us."

Hoseok clenched his fists, his eyes filled with frustration. "She’s gone too far this time. Attacking Y/N like this—it’s unforgivable."

Jennie nodded in agreement, glancing at Y/N’s bandages. "We need to make sure she doesn’t come near Y/N again. That woman is dangerous."

Jungkook, ever protective, added, "She’s already been thrown out, but it’s not enough. We need to make sure she’s never allowed back. What if she tries something like this again?"

Y/N’s mind, however, was far from their concerns. She leaned back slightly, the smirk still ghosting her lips as she thought about the past—the moments that had led to Suzy’s downfall. In her mind, Suzy had become nothing more than collateral damage, a pawn in a much larger game. And now, seeing the chaos and madness she had sparked, Y/N felt nothing but cold satisfaction.

She finally broke her silence, her voice low and detached. "Suzy’s madness isn’t new. She’s been unraveling for a while now. Today was just… inevitable."

Maria looked at her, confused. "But Y/N, she seemed so unhinged today. Why would she target you like that?"

Y/N shrugged casually, though her eyes gleamed with hidden amusement. "People like Suzy always blame others for their own downfall. She just needed someone to focus her rage on."

Hoseok’s concern deepened. "But why you? What could have caused this kind of hatred?"

Y/N’s smirk returned, though this time it was laced with a deeper meaning. "Let’s just say… some wounds never heal, no matter how much time passes."

The room fell silent as Y/N’s cryptic words hung in the air. The others exchanged glances, unsure of what she truly meant, but Y/N knew. She knew exactly what she had done to Suzy, and she knew the cost of that action. But in the end, it didn’t matter. As long as she got what she wanted, everything else was just noise.

Jennie, sensing the tension, placed a hand on Y/N’s good arm. "You should rest. We’ll handle everything else. Don’t worry about Suzy."

Y/N looked at her, the smirk fading as she nodded. "I’m not worried about Suzy," she said softly, though the chilling undertone in her voice made it clear she was thinking far beyond Suzy.

As the family gathered closer, continuing to discuss what to do next, Y/N’s thoughts remained elsewhere, her mind already plotting her next move. Suzy was a casualty in a much larger game, and Y/N had no intention of losing.

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Flashback...

Y/N was preparing for her upcoming engagement in her lavish room, sitting in front of her dressing table. She was enhancing her beauty, carefully applying makeup with a determined look. She trusted no one when it came to her looks; she preferred to adorn herself. A smirk crept across her face as she admired her reflection, satisfied with the way she looked. Just like always, she was radiant, like a tempest that could enchant anyone with her beauty. Her allure was villainous, and it suited her perfectly.

As Y/N sat there, she heard the sound of the door locking, signaling someone had entered the room. She didn't turn around but momentarily tilted her gaze. With pride and a calm demeanor, accompanied by a smirk, she asked, “Do you know what it means to intrude upon Y/N’s personal space without permission?”

Suzy, standing behind her, stared at Y/N's back blankly, her jaw clenched. “Whatever it is, it can't be worse than what’s happening to me right now,” she retorted, bitterness dripping from her words.

Y/N chuckled softly and turned around, standing up to face her. “Your thoughts about me are gravely mistaken, Suzy. You have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Why did you do this to me?” Suzy directly confronted her, anger radiating from her. “Why did you ruin my life?”

Feigning innocence, Y/N tilted her head, “What did I do? I was merely doing my job.”

Suzy let out a mocking laugh, her anger boiling over. “Stop this game, Y/N. I know you're behind all this chaos in my life!”

Y/N walked towards Suzy, her voice calm yet laced with menace. “You’re making unfounded allegations again, just like you did in court against the Mins—without a shred of evidence.”

“I’m not making fake allegations!” Suzy shouted, disbelief etched on her face. “I’ve lost everything because of you!” She gestured wildly, “My status, my family, my love! It’s all in that bastard Yoongi’s hands because of you!”

Y/N's expression darkened at the mention of Yoongi, her demeanor shifting. She tightened her grip on Suzy’s hair, her fingers curling into a fist, and slammed Suzy’s forehead against the wall. Suzy shrieked in pain, her eyes welling up with tears. “Let go of me!” she cried out.

Y/N twisted Suzy’s arm behind her back, forcing her closer and grasping her neck by arm,cutting her air supply. “If you say one more word about Yoongi, ” she warned, her voice cold and lethal. “I will make sure You’ll beg for death with every breath.”

Suzy squirmed in fear, the desperation evident in her eyes. “Okay! Okay! Just let me breathe!” she gasped, finally surrendering to Y/N's demand.

Y/N released her grip, watching as Suzy coughed and gasped for air. With a smile that contrasted her violent actions, she leaned down to inspect Suzy’s face, where a bruise was already forming. “Oh dear, it looks like your makeup is ruined,” she said, feigning concern.

“I’ll fix it for you,” Y/N stated, her voice dripping with authority as if it were an order. Suzy, trembling from fear, complied without hesitation, sitting in front of the mirror.

“You’re looking rather rushed, aren’t you?” Y/N continued, pouring wine into a glass while keeping her gaze locked on Suzy. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look perfect for the occasion.”

Y/N leaned closer, extending the glass toward Suzy. “Drink. You need it,” she commanded, her tone firm.

Suzy, overwhelmed by Y/N’s presence, took the glass and drank, her hands trembling. Y/N leaned in closer, gently wiping away the remnants of tears from Suzy’s face with a tissue. “Sometimes, people are pushed to the edge that they completely change,” Y/N mused, her eyes darkening with intensity.

“Wounds on the body can heal,” she continued, her voice low and dangerous, “but wounds on the heart last a lifetime. They hurt more when inflicted by someone you love.”

Suzy finally mustered the courage to speak, her voice heavy with emotion. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel love and pain. You’ve never experienced that.”

Y/N smiled, her gaze unwavering. “What you hide isn't love but mistake and I have no time for mistakes,” she said, her voice firm as she continued to work on Suzy’s makeup. “Love is only good until it is in control by you. When love begins to control you, it becomes a curse.”

Y/N’s gaze intensified, reflecting a past burden. “I loved someone fiercely once too, someone who consumed my very existence. But in the end, they couldn't handle it, and I had to reveal my madness.” Her words hung in the air, and she locked eyes with Suzy, who seemed to grasp the weight of what was said. Suzy’s expression morphed into shock and disbelief as she finished the last of her wine.

Y/N could sense the overwhelming effect her words had on Suzy. The realization washed over Suzy, leaving her disoriented. She started to feel dizzy, suddenly overwhelmed – like losing her control.

With a calm demeanor, Y/N stood up. “Now, you can do whatever you want.” she said, but the challenge in her eyes contradicted her sweet tone to some unknown direction . Without waiting for a response, Y/N exited the room. It was time for her engagement ceremony.

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Yoongi stood outside on his balcony, cigarette in hand, as the night sky hung heavy over the bright lights of Seoul. It was late, but sleep eluded him. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression unreadable, distant, as though lost in thought. The city below twinkled like stars, but his gaze was far away.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi turned at the sound of the voice behind him, only to see Y/N sitting casually on the couch inside his room. She looked as she always did—prideful, with an air of untouchable confidence, despite the bandages wrapped around her arm and leg. For a brief moment, Yoongi’s face softened, almost showing a hint of sadness, but he quickly masked it. He didn’t know how she had made her way here in this condition.

Y/N broke the silence. “So, you still haven’t quit smoking?”

Yoongi chuckled lightly, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "A cigarette is like a wife—annoying as hell but never lets go."

Y/N smirked. "After our marriage, I won’t share my husband with anyone—not even that cigarette. It’s either me or that bad habit."

Yoongi sighed, looking at her with a mix of admiration and madness. "After our marriage, you'll be the only thing I need. The cigarette will be gone."

Y/N smiled, entertained by his words and his unhinged obsession with her. For a moment, Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off her smile—it was like the entire world vanished in front of him, leaving only her.

"You're not even going to ask how I got into your room without knocking?" Y/N teased, her voice playful.

Yoongi walked toward her, his steps deliberate. "There’s no need to ask. What’s mine has always belonged to you first. You have more claim over me than I do."

Y/N laughed, amused by his response. "And when did this obsession with me begin, hmm? I never took you for the possessive type."

Yoongi leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. His dark eyes flickered momentarily, betraying a brief vulnerability before he concealed it again behind his usual calm exterior. "The obsession was always there," he said, his voice low and intense. "But I only let it show after I learned the truth about your heart."

His words, laced with passion and mystery, sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. His gaze was so deep it felt like he could see into her soul. Before she could respond, Yoongi suddenly scooped her up in his arms, catching her completely off guard.

“What the hell are you doing?” she protested, though her voice held more surprise than anger.

"It’s time for you to rest, sweetheart," Yoongi said smoothly, carrying her to his bed as if she weighed nothing.

He laid her down gently, sliding in beside her under the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his, holding her so closely it felt as if he was trying to merge their souls together.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, though there was a flicker of something she couldn’t name in her chest. "Touch me again without permission, and I swear, I’ll ruin that handsome face of yours."

Yoongi chuckled softly, his breath warm against her hair. "If the scars come from you, I’ll gladly bear them every day."

Y/N felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth bloom in her stomach at his words. His touch was gentle yet possessive, as though he was afraid to let her go. It unsettled her, this strange sensation of being... cared for? Cherished, even?

Yoongi’s voice was soft but firm as he ordered, "Sleep."

He tucked her head beneath his chin, cradling her like she was something precious. The feeling of his strong arms around her, the steady beat of his heart against her ear, lulled her into an odd sense of comfort she wasn’t used to. His warmth enveloped her completely, and for a moment, Y/N felt something dangerously close to safety in his embrace.

As sleep slowly began to overtake her, Y/N muttered, half-asleep, "Don’t get used to this."

Yoongi’s lips brushed the top of her head. "Too late." His voice was barely a whisper, full of an obsession that bordered on madness.

And as the night deepened, Yoongi’s grip on her tightened, as if he could protect her from the world—even if the biggest danger to her might be himself.

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