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The car roared as it sped through the dark, empty highway, tires screeching against the asphalt with every sharp turn.

Y/N's knuckles gripped the steering wheel tightly, her jaw clenched, and her eyes fixed on the distant taillights of her target.

The night was silent except for the growl of engines, the wind whipping through the windows, and her own furious heartbeat pounding in her ears.

With every passing second, her resolve hardened. No one dared to hurt Yoongi and walk away unscathed.

As she closed the distance, Y/N's hand reached for the gun resting in the passenger seat. With a smooth, practiced motion, she rolled down the window and peeked her hand out, her sharp eyes narrowing on the tires of the fleeing car.

"You're not escaping me," she hissed under her breath.

A deafening gunshot echoed through the night as she pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting its mark with deadly precision.

The car ahead wobbled violently, its tire shredded, before skidding uncontrollably. Sparks flew as it swerved, smashing into the guardrail.

Y/N slammed the brakes, her own car screeching to a halt with a jolt. The sharp scent of burnt rubber filled the air as she stared ahead, her breathing heavy, her pulse racing.

Before she could step out, the target car erupted into a fiery explosion, flames licking the sky and lighting up the dark surroundings. The blast sent a shockwave through the area, the sound reverberating like thunder.

Y/N stepped out of her car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approached the burning wreckage.

Her dark hair whipped in the wind, her face illuminated by the dancing flames.

Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, her eyes glinting with sadistic satisfaction. The fire reflected in her cold, calculating gaze as she muttered to herself, "Burn. That's what you get for crossing me."

For a brief moment, she stood there, basking in the chaos she'd created. But then her smirk faded, replaced by a grim determination.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, she ordered in a calm but icy tone, "Clean up the mess. And find out who sent them. I want names by morning."

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call, turned on her heel, and walked back to her car, leaving the flames and wreckage behind her.

Sliding into the driver's seat, she slammed the door shut and gripped the steering wheel once more. This was only the beginning. If they thought they could intimidate her or hurt her family, they were gravely mistaken.

The game had just turned deadly, and Y/N was prepared to take it to the next level.

Y/N turned on her heel, ready to leave the burning wreckage behind, but a faint sobbing sound froze her steps.
She furrowed her brows, her sharp senses alert, and slowly turned her head to locate the source.

There, beside an old vending machine, barely visible in the dim glow of the streetlight, was a small figure.

A little girl, no older than three, was huddled against the machine. Her clothes were torn and filthy, and her tear-streaked face was red from crying. Her big, frightened eyes met Y/N's, and she whimpered softly, shrinking further into herself as if trying to disappear.

Y/N's heart clenched painfully. A wave of memories crashed over her like a storm, unbidden and ruthless.

She saw herself as a child, trembling and hiding behind a door, her small frame shaking with terror.

The sound of her mother's screams echoed in her ears, her father's cruel laughter slicing through the air as he tormented her helpless mother.
Y/N remembered pleading, begging to be a good girl if only they would stop. But no one ever listened.

Her throat tightened as she blinked away the haunting images. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself back to the present.

Hesitating, Y/N took a step toward the girl. The little one flinched and pressed herself closer to the vending machine, her tiny body quivering like a leaf.

"Shhh..." Y/N whispered, her voice softer than it had ever been, almost foreign to her own ears. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

She bent down slowly, sitting on her heels to meet the child at eye level. Her hand moved cautiously, reaching out, but stopped midway when the girl's trembling voice broke the silence.

"P-please... leave me... I-I'll be a good girl," the child stuttered through her tears, her words drenched in fear.

Y/N's chest tightened as if someone had wrapped a vise around her heart. Those words, so small yet so heavy, pierced her deeply.

She had once uttered those same desperate pleas, only to be met with silence.

Closing her eyes, Y/N steadied herself. When she opened them again, they were filled with something she rarely allowed herself to feel-vulnerability.

"Hey," she murmured, her voice gentle yet firm, "I'm not going to leave you. You're safe now."

The little girl's breathing quickened, her tiny chest heaving as panic set in. Y/N immediately recognized the signs-she was having a panic attack.

Without hesitation, Y/N moved closer and scooped the girl into her arms, holding her protectively.

The child stiffened at first, but Y/N began to gently rock her, one hand caressing her tangled hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Y/N murmured, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Breathe with me. You're safe. I've got you."

The little girl's sobs gradually subsided as her rapid breathing slowed. Y/N continued to hold her, whispering soft reassurances.

She didn't care about the chaos behind her or the consequences of her actions tonight. Right now, this little girl was her world, and she was determined to protect her, don't ask why?

After what felt like an eternity, the girl's breathing evened out, and Y/N glanced down to find her fast asleep, her small face tucked against Y/N's shoulder.

A pang of guilt and protectiveness washed over her as she noticed the injury on the child's leg.

Her expression hardened. Whoever had hurt this child-directly or indirectly-would pay dearly.

With a sigh, Y/N adjusted the girl in her arms, making sure she was secure. The child's tiny head rested against her shoulder, her small hands clutching Y/N's jacket unconsciously.

Y/N walked back to her car with measured steps, the weight of the sleeping child feeling strangely comforting.

She opened the car door carefully and placed the girl gently in the backseat, covering her with her own coat to keep her warm.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Y/N glanced at the rearview mirror, her gaze lingering on the peaceful face of the sleeping child.

For the first time in a long while, her heart felt something other than rage-something softer, more human.

Starting the car, she muttered under her breath, her voice firm with resolve, "You're safe now. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise."

And with that, she drove off into the night, leaving the burning wreckage and her dark past behind, focusing only on the innocent life she had vowed to protect.

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The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the room as Yoongi sat on the edge of the chair near his bed, his bare torso glistening with sweat.

His bloodied shirt lay discarded on the floor, its stark whiteness marred by the deep crimson of his wound. His bicep throbbed with pain, but Yoongi paid it no mind. His thoughts were elsewhere.

His gaze flickered toward the clock on the wall, the ticking sound only adding to his restless anxiety. Y/N had stormed off in a fury after he'd been shot.

He knew her well enough to predict what was happening-she was out there, seeking retribution, and the idea of her being in danger gnawed at his insides.

"Damn it," Yoongi muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His worry wasn't just about her temper or her thirst for vengeance; it was deeper than that.

It was the ever-present fear he harbored-a fear of losing her.

He leaned back slightly, the cool leather of the chair biting into his skin. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he thought of her. Cha Y/N was a force of nature-unrelenting, fierce, and breathtakingly loyal. She was his equal, his partner in crime, and the one person who could bring him to his knees.

Sometimes, Yoongi thought about how unlikely their marriage was. A union born of his mother's stubborn insistence, one he hadn't wanted initially.

Yet, somewhere along the way, Y/N had become his anchor, the person he couldn't imagine his life without.

His jaw tightened as his thoughts drifted to her health. She wasn't as invincible as she seemed, and it tormented him endlessly.

The ruthless, unflinching man who could tear apart anyone in his way felt utterly powerless when it came to her well-being.

The sound of the door creaking open snapped him out of his reverie. His sharp gaze shifted toward the doorway, his body instinctively tensing.

There she was.

Y/N stepped inside, her face as cold and expressionless as ever. But Yoongi's keen eyes immediately caught the shift in her demeanor. His gaze dropped to her arms, where she cradled something-or someone. His breath hitched slightly as he realized it was a child, a small girl, no older than three or four, her fragile body tucked against Y/N's chest.

"Y/N..." he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

Her cold eyes locked with his for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between them.

But then, her gaze flickered to his arm, and he saw the slight clenching of her jaw, the subtle tightening of her lips.

She didn't say a word, didn't demand an explanation, but the storm brewing in her eyes was enough.

Y/N walked past him without hesitation, her strides steady and purposeful. She approached the bed and gently laid the little girl down as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. Yoongi's eyes followed her every move, a mix of curiosity and amusement dancing in his gaze.

Who was this child?

The Yoongi he knew himself to be would've questioned her immediately, demanded an explanation.

But something about the way Y/N moved, the uncharacteristic gentleness in her actions, stopped him.

He watched as she retrieved the first aid kit from the nightstand, her expression still unreadable. She sat down beside the little girl, carefully inspecting the injury on her leg. Yoongi's sharp eyes caught the faint twitch in her brow, a rare flicker of emotion breaking through her icy exterior.

Y/N worked in silence, cleaning the wound with meticulous care. Her fingers moved with an unexpected tenderness, as if she were afraid of causing the child more pain.

The little girl stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and Y/N paused, her hand hovering mid-air.

"It's okay," Y/N whispered, her voice so soft that Yoongi almost missed it. "You're safe now."

Yoongi leaned forward, resting his uninjured arm on his knee as he continued to observe. He was captivated by the juxtaposition of her cold demeanor and the warmth she exuded in her actions.

When Y/N finished bandaging the wound, she gently tucked the little girl under the covers, smoothing the blanket over her tiny frame.

She sat there for a moment longer, her fingers lightly brushing a stray strand of hair from the child's face. Her expression remained blank, but Yoongi caught the faintest glimmer of softness in her eyes.

Finally, she stood and turned toward him.

Yoongi arched a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk despite the throbbing in his arm. "Care to explain, sweetheart?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, her cold gaze meeting his. " I found her hiding near the vending machine ."

"And now she's here, in our home?" Yoongi tilted his head, his curiosity evident.

Y/N didn't flinch. "She's just a child, Yoongi. A scared, innocent child who is scared ."

He studied her for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Then, his gaze softened, and he leaned back in his chair. "You've got a soft spot, don't you?"

Y/N didn't respond, but the way her eyes flickered told him enough.

Yoongi smirked, shaking his head. "You never cease to surprise me, sweetheart."

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a fresh cloth. Without a word, she knelt beside him and began tending to his wound.

" You should be more careful ," she muttered, her tone sharp but her touch gentle.

Yoongi chuckled softly, wincing as she pressed the cloth against his arm. " Are you worried about me?."

Her hands paused briefly, and she looked up at him, her cold facade cracking just slightly. "You're an idiot," she said quietly, her voice tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability.

Yoongi's smirk faded, replaced by a soft, genuine smile. "And you're my world, Y/N. Idiot or not."

She didn't respond, but the faintest flicker of a smile ghosted her lips as she returned to cleaning his wound.

Y/N's hands worked deftly as she finished wrapping the bandage around Yoongi's injured bicep.

Her expression remained calm and focused, though a flicker of something softer crossed her eyes when her gaze briefly shifted to the little girl sleeping soundly on their bed.

Yoongi, watching her intently, finally broke the silence.

"What made you soft for her?" he asked, his voice deep and quiet, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

Y/N let out a small sigh, her hands pausing for a moment before resuming their task. She didn't look at him, instead glancing at the child.

Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable heaviness to it.

"I saw myself in her," she admitted, her words laced with a vulnerability Yoongi rarely heard from her. "I don't know why, but... seeing her, it felt like..." She trailed off, her throat tightening slightly as she tried to articulate her feelings. "Like there's an unknown connection between us. So, I brought her with me."

Yoongi didn't respond immediately. He simply stared at his wife, his dark eyes calm and thoughtful.
He could see the weight of her words in the way her shoulders tensed slightly, the way her hands stilled just for a moment before continuing.

When Y/N finally finished securing the bandage, she stepped back and stood up, brushing her hands off. "Lie down," she ordered in her usual authoritative tone, though her concern was evident beneath her sharp words. "I'll be back after I change."

Yoongi leaned back against the headboard, his shirtless frame radiating quiet strength despite his injury.
But instead of complying, he tilted his head slightly and smirked, his playful side surfacing as his gaze flickered to the little girl.

"So, she's sleeping with us now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N turned slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at him. "Do you have a problem with that?" she countered, one eyebrow arching challengingly.

Yoongi scoffed, his tongue clicking in mock annoyance. "I was hoping to spend some alone time with my wife," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of teasing.

Y/N crossed her arms, her expression unamused but her eyes betraying a glimmer of amusement. "Bear it," she said sarcastically, her tone dry.

Yoongi let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as she turned on her heel and strode toward the wardrobe room. Her commanding presence, even in moments like these, was something he would never tire of.

As the door to the wardrobe room closed behind her, Yoongi leaned back further against the headboard, his eyes wandering to the little girl sleeping peacefully.

He let out a quiet sigh, his hand brushing over the bandage on his arm. His wife's instincts and compassion never ceased to amaze him.

With a small, fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he muttered under his breath, "You're one hell of a woman, Y/N."

And with that, he settled back, waiting for her to return while his mind wandered to the chaotic, beautiful woman who had captured his heart in every possible way.

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The sound of the doorbell echoed through the grand Kim mansion, a routine noise that usually went unnoticed in the sprawling estate. The maid, a quiet and diligent woman, was the first to approach.

She walked swiftly to the door, her heels clicking on the polished marble floors. She reached for the handle and opened the door, expecting nothing more than a simple delivery or visitor.

However, as she stepped outside, her eyes scanned the empty driveway, confused by the absence of anyone. She looked to the left, then the right, but saw nothing-no package, no visitor, no sign of any presence at all.

But before she could close the door, a sudden chill ran down her spine, a strange sense of foreboding making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Her gaze fell downward, and her eyes widened in horror. Lying motionless in front of her, in the shadow of the doorframe, was the lifeless body of a man.

Her heart stopped, and a scream tore from her throat, the sound echoing across the estate, shrill and full of terror.

"AHHHHHH!" Her scream pierced the air, and the maid staggered back, her face pale as she stumbled away from the door, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to get away from the sight.

Her scream was so deafening that it caught the attention of everyone inside the mansion.

Inside the house, the rest of the Kim family were gathered in the expansive living room, their voices drowned out by the sharp scream that rang through the air. Jimin was the first to turn, his head snapping towards the door in alarm.

Jin stood, his hand frozen mid-motion as he had been reaching for his glass of wine. Taehyung was already standing, his instincts kicking in, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the maid's terrified scream.

"What's going on?!" Jimin demanded, already heading toward the entrance, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

The maid stood trembling, her mouth opening and closing as she gasped for air, unable to form a coherent sentence. Her eyes were wide with absolute fear, her finger shaking uncontrollably as she pointed frantically at the door.

She managed to croak out a few words in a voice barely louder than a whisper, "I-I found... h-he's..."

Taehyung, his brows furrowed in concern, quickly approached her, his hand gripping her shoulder as he gently turned her to face him. "What are you talking about? Who is it?" he asked, his voice low and steady, trying to calm her.

The maid couldn't speak, her mouth trembling as she pointed again-this time toward the door.

Taehyung's gaze followed her trembling finger, and as his eyes settled on the sight before him, his breath caught in his throat. He froze. His body tensed as a wave of dread washed over him.

Jimin and Jin quickly followed suit, their eyes widening as they saw what was lying there.

Namjoon.

Their brother, the oldest among them, was lying in front of the door-motionless.

But what struck them immediately was the state of his body. It was burned beyond recognition, his skin charred, darkened to an almost black hue, his body still smoking slightly as if he had been caught in some horrific fire.

His once-dignified features were now distorted, scarred beyond repair, and his limbs were twisted in unnatural angles, giving him a grotesque, unnatural appearance.

The sight of their brother's body left the Kim brothers in utter disbelief. It was impossible. How could this have happened? Who could have done this to him? The fire had been so intense, it had left nothing but a grotesque husk of the man they once knew.

Jin's face drained of all color as he stepped forward, his hands trembling as he reached out, as though he could somehow reverse what had happened.

But there was no life in Namjoon's body. His heart had stopped beating long ago.

"Namjoon..." Jin whispered, the sound barely audible as the weight of his brother's death crushed him. He stumbled back, his knees nearly buckling as grief overtook him.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he kneeled beside the body, trying in vain to search for any signs of life. His hands hovered over Namjoon's body, but it was clear-there was nothing.

No pulse. No warmth. His brother was gone. He had been murdered in the most brutal way imaginable.

Jimin stood frozen, his eyes wide and bloodshot, unable to comprehend what was happening. He had been close to Namjoon, his brother's protector and confidant.

The pain of losing him hit him like a wave, and for a moment, he felt like the world had collapsed beneath him.

"Who... who did this?" Jimin's voice broke through the silence, his eyes frantic as he searched for answers in the empty air.

Behind them, unnoticed by the brothers, Jisoo stood with a faint, almost imperceptible smirk curling on her lips. She watched them, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

Her eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating light as she observed the devastation her actions had caused.

She had orchestrated this moment, this destruction, and now, she watched as the Kim brothers, weakened by grief, were left to pick up the pieces. This was only the beginning of her plan.

"I should have known," Taehyung muttered under his breath, his voice tight with fury. "This... this was no accident."

Jin clenched his fists, his anger simmering as he stared down at the body of his brother, the man who had always been the rock of the family. "Whoever did this will pay," he vowed, his voice dark and full of hatred.

But as the Kim brothers stood there, the reality of their brother's murder sinking in, Jisoo remained at the back, her smirk unwavering.

She knew this was only the first step in the chaos she planned to bring to their lives.

As the maid stumbled away, still shaking in terror, the Kim brothers were left with nothing but questions, anger, and an overwhelming sense of loss.

They had lost one of their own, and nothing would ever be the same again.

The mansion that had once been a place of laughter and family would now be haunted by grief, revenge, and the relentless pursuit of justice for the brother they had lost.

And as for Jisoo? She would remain in the shadows, biding her time, waiting for the next move in her dark game to unfold.

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The air in the dark, dusty room was thick with the scent of despair. Yumi's body lay limp on the cold floor, her arms and legs bound in chains like an animal in captivity.

Her face, once vibrant, was now pale, bruised, and contorted from the pain.

She felt weak, each breath shallow and labored, her body aching from the harsh treatment. The dim light from a single, flickering bulb cast long shadows, emphasizing the haunting silence around her.

The door creaked open, breaking the stillness, and Hoseok stepped inside. His presence was almost predatory, his steps measured and deliberate as he approached her.

His eyes locked onto her broken form, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. There was no pity, no remorse in his gaze, just a cold, calculating satisfaction at the sight before him.

He moved forward with slow, predatory grace and knelt beside her, examining her condition. His fingers grazed her battered skin as he took in the sight of her.

He wasn't looking at her with any sense of sympathy. No, he was savoring her suffering, his expression one of sadistic enjoyment.

The trays of food he carried were placed aside carelessly, but his gaze never left her as if she were nothing more than a toy for him to torment.

With a deliberate motion, he unlocked her chains, the metal scraping against the stone floor. The sound was sharp, like nails on a chalkboard, echoing through the room, adding to the sense of hopelessness.

Yumi, too weak to resist, barely managed to lift her head as Hoseok uncorked a bottle of water.

Before she could process anything, he splashed the cold water across her face, drenching her completely.

The shock of it was enough to bring her back to consciousness, and she gasped, her body flinching at the sudden, harsh sensation. Her eyes shot open, meeting his cold, merciless gaze as he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk.

"Eat," Hoseok said, his voice casual yet laced with an undeniable cruelty. The tray of food remained beside her, but the water had wasted its chance.

He seemed to find some twisted amusement in the fact that the water he wasted could have been the one thing she needed to revive her fully.

Yumi's body trembled, both from the cold water that had soaked her and from the fear coursing through her veins. She slowly shifted, using the wall for support as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

She glanced at the bruises on her wrists from the chains, her heart sinking even further as the pain from the night before rushed back to her.

"Why are you doing this?" Yumi's voice was weak, shaky, but filled with confusion and a trace of defiance.

Her eyes met his, searching for any kind of humanity behind his cruel facade.

Hoseok's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting for a moment.

He leaned in slightly closer, and his voice dropped, now thick with an edge of menace. "You know exactly why," he replied, the words hanging in the air like a threat. His gaze hardened, his smirk never faltering.

Yumi's mind raced, and she blinked as the question left her lips almost instinctively. "But why... why do you have so much sympathy for a monster like her?" Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke the word "monster," her chest tightening as she referred to the person who had brought her to this point.

Hoseok's face immediately darkened, his eyes turning cold-so cold that they seemed to freeze the very air between them.

His jaw clenched as he leaned closer, his voice now sharp and dangerous. "Don't you dare call her that again," he growled, his tone low but dripping with menace. "I don't like to raise my hand to a woman, but if you ever call her a monster again, I won't hesitate to do so."

Yumi shivered at the chilling warning. She instinctively recoiled, the fear creeping up her spine like ice. Hoseok's presence in that moment felt overwhelmingly oppressive, like a storm ready to consume her whole.

His voice became even more venomous as he continued, "The one you call a monster is a goddess for me . So remember that, Yumi." He stood up abruptly, his eyes boring into her one last time. "Now eat." His order was final, a command that left no room for argument.

With a flick of his hand, Hoseok turned and walked toward the door. His steps were steady, controlled, and unbothered by the devastation he'd just left behind.

Yumi was left in the suffocating silence of the room, the heavy weight of his words lingering in the air. She could hear the soft click of the door closing, leaving her alone with nothing but the food she was too weak to eat and the unrelenting tears that filled her eyes.

Her fate seemed sealed, her body broken, and her spirit slowly crumbling beneath the weight of Hoseok's cruelty.

But in the corner of her mind, a glimmer of something flickered-a sliver of resistance, a desire to fight back.

Yet, in this moment, all she could do was cry silently, her sobs the only sound in the dark, dusty room.

Suddenly she noticed something.

Yumi's eyes flickered with a fleeting spark of hope when she noticed that her legs were no longer chained.

The chains, which had been constricting her like an iron grip for so long, now lay discarded on the ground. Her pulse quickened, and despite the immense pain in her limbs, she felt a surge of urgency.

She had to get out.

The words that Hoseok had spat at her still echoed in her mind, but her desperation to escape his hold, to warn the Kim family of the impending danger, pushed everything else aside.

She staggered to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her weight. The pain was so intense that she could barely stand, but she gritted her teeth and fought through it, one step at a time.

"Just a little more... Just a little more..." she whispered under her breath, encouraging herself. Each movement sent waves of agony shooting through her body, but the thought of the Kim family, her only hope, fueled her determination.

Her eyes locked on the window ahead. It was small, but it was open, and that was her escape. She limped forward, her hand trembling as she gripped the windowsill.

With a sharp intake of breath, she mustered all the strength she had left and tugged on the frame. It groaned in protest, but finally, with a loud creak, it swung open.

Yumi let out a relieved sigh, her heart pounding in her chest. The fresh air from outside beckoned, and she could almost taste her freedom.

But as she tried to climb out, the searing pain in her legs stopped her cold. She could feel the blood seeping from the wounds, and it was like fire coursing through her veins.

Her breath hitched as the pain intensified, and she bit down on her lip to stifle the scream that threatened to break free.

"Come on... Come on, Yumi... You can do this..." She whispered to herself through clenched teeth, forcing herself to push through the unbearable sting.

With shaky hands and a feverish determination, she pulled herself through the window, her body dragging itself along the sill.

She winced, every movement an excruciating reminder of the brutality she had endured, but finally, with one last push, she managed to throw her legs over the edge and drop down onto the ground below.

The cold earth met her with a harsh thud, but she barely noticed the pain. Her heart raced in her chest as she stood, staggering to her feet. She was free. She was free.

Without wasting a second, she took off running, her legs threatening to collapse beneath her, but she kept going. Each step brought her closer to safety, closer to the Kim family. She had to warn them. She had to tell them about the danger that was closing in on them.

But what she didn't realize was that her brief moment of freedom was fleeting. Unbeknownst to her, Hoseok had been watching her every move from an abandoned building across the street.

He stood by the window, a predatory smirk spreading across his face as he watched her stumble away, her weakened form seemingly free.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, the call was picked up.

"Yoongi," Hoseok's voice was smooth, almost mocking. "She ran away."

On the other end of the line, Yoongi's voice was low, a dangerous edge to it. "Where is she?"

"She's out there, thinking she's free," Hoseok said with a small laugh, his eyes narrowing as he watched Yumi's figure disappear into the distance. "But the poor birdie has no idea she's just about to get hunted."

Yoongi's silence on the other end was deafening, but the tension was palpable. Hoseok could hear Yoongi's breath, steady and controlled, but with a simmering fury beneath it.

"Make sure she doesn't get too far," Yoongi ordered, his voice laced with cold authority. "I don't care how, just make sure she doesn't warn anyone. We can't let this ruin everything."

Hoseok's smirk grew wider. "Understood."

With that, Hoseok ended the call and pocketed his phone. He turned back toward the window, his gaze still fixed on Yumi, now far in the distance. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him.

Yumi had been foolish to think she could escape. She was just a pawn, a broken piece in their game, and he couldn't wait to see her brought back to where she truly belonged-at their mercy.

He muttered to himself, his voice dripping with amusement. "You think you've won, little bird, but the cage is waiting for you. And you will never escape."

Hoseok's laughter echoed through the empty building, the sound of a predator savoring the chase.

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