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Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, the faint mist from the hot shower trailing behind her. The soft fabric of her bathrobe clung to her damp skin, the scent of lavender and vanilla from her bath lingering in the air.

She instinctively tightened the robe around her waist, her gaze falling on the small figure curled up on the bed.

The little girl was still sound asleep, her tiny fists clutching the corner of the blanket. Y/N's heart swelled with an affection she couldn't quite put into words.

The child had spent the entire night nestled between her and Yoongi, a stark contrast to the otherwise turbulent lives they led. It was almost ironic-two of Korea's most dangerous personalities sharing their bed with the pure innocence of a child.

Someone once said children have an inexplicable charisma, a power to soften even the hardest hearts. Y/N believed it now.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as her eyes shifted to Yoongi. He stood by the mirror, his back turned to her, dressed in tailored black pants and an unbuttoned white shirt.

His broad shoulders tensed slightly as he worked to fasten the buttons, the bandage on his injured bicep peeking out from beneath the fabric.

Despite the obvious pain, Yoongi didn't so much as flinch, his expression calm and collected as always.

Y/N frowned. She knew he was used to pain, but that didn't make it any easier for her to watch.

Without a second thought, she moved toward him, her bare feet making no sound against the wooden floor.

She reached out and gently grabbed his hand, stilling his movements.

Yoongi turned to look at her, his dark eyes meeting hers. The moment he did, a subtle change came over him.

The intoxicating scent of her freshly bathed body washed over him, filling his senses and rendering him momentarily speechless. Lavender and vanilla.

It wasn't just a scent: it was her essence, the thing that always unraveled him. His chest tightened as he closed his eyes briefly, taking in a deep, steadying breath.

But when he opened them again, she was closer.

Y/N didn't say a word as she removed his hands from the buttons. Instead, she began fastening them herself, her movements deliberate and careful.

The pads of her fingers brushed against his skin now and then, sending shivers coursing through his body.

Yoongi didn't stop her. He didn't move, didn't speak. He simply watched her, completely enchanted.

Her damp hair framed her face, stray locks clinging to her skin, catching the soft morning light. Her golden beauty was mesmerizing, her every movement deliberate yet unassuming.

Yoongi's eyes roamed her face, taking in the faint pink hue of her cheeks, the subtle curve of her lips, the way her lashes lowered as she concentrated on her task. She was ethereal.

But those damp locks ,they bothered him.

They dared to obscure his view, and before he knew what he was doing, his hand moved of its own accord.
His fingers brushed against her cheek as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear, revealing her face in its entirety.

The soft, unspoken intimacy of the act made Y/ pause, her gaze lifting to meet his.

And that was it.

The world around them seemed to fall away. The atmosphere grew heavier, charged with something neither could name.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of their breaths. Yoongi's dark eyes bore into hers, unblinking, intense. His gaze was velvet- soft, alluring, and impossibly deep.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, her own breath catching as she stared back at him.

Yoongi's thoughts were a whirlwind. Her eyes. God, her eyes. They were a blessing and a curse, a window to a soul that had somehow become his entire world.

His mind questioned her presence in his life, the way she had shaken his very foundations. Why had she spared him her time? Why had she made his heart so restless?

He swallowed hard, his voice low and rough when he finally spoke. "You'll destroy me," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Y/N blinked, her brows furrowing slightly. "What?" she asked softly, her voice calm yet curious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yoongi didn't look away. He couldn't. Instead, he took her hand in his, guiding it to his chest, pressing her palm flat against the spot where his heart beat erratically beneath her touch.

"Feel this," he said, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and intensity. "This this is because of you. Always you."

Y/N's lips curved into a small, genuine smile, her eyes softening as she looked at him.
There was a playful glint in her gaze as she tilted her head slightly.

"Well," she teased, leaning in closer, "I can't do anything about that."

Her lips brushed against his chest, just above where her hand rested. The kiss was soft, barely there, yet it sent a jolt through Yoongi's entire body.

Y/N looked up at him with a mischievous smile, her head now resting against his chest. Her wet hair soaked through his shirt, but neither of them cared.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

"But you should remember, Min Yoongi," she said, her voice muffled against him, "I'm cruel."

Yoongi laughed, the sound deep and heartfelt. It wasn't often that he laughed, truly laughed, but Y/N had a way of pulling it out of him.

His arms came around her, one hand resting on her waist while the other tangled in her damp hair. He pulled her against him, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

His lips found the top of her head, lingering there in a kiss so tender it made Y/N's heart ache. He rested his chin atop her head, his hold on her tightening.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, the steady rhythm of Yoongi's heartbeat beneath Y/N's ear.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of his embrace. This this was what she had always longed for.

The kind of love that consumed her, filled the emptiness she had carried for so long. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she was greedy for it.

And Yoongi,

Yoongi held her as if letting go would destroy him. To him, she wasn't just a person: she was a universe. His universe.
And in that moment, with her in his arms, he felt invincible.

As Y/N tightened her hold on Yoongi, seeking solace in his embrace, a sudden sound broke the peace between them.

A soft sniffling echoed in the room, faint yet enough to catch Y/N's attention. Her body stiffened, and she broke the hug abruptly, turning her gaze toward the source.

Yoongi followed her line of sight, and both their eyes landed on the little girl sitting up on the bed, her tiny shoulders shaking as she cried. Her small hands were clutching the blanket tightly, her face pale with fear.

The sight of her trembling frame made Y/N's heart clench.
Without a word, Y/N walked over to her, her steps cautious. She crouched down by the bed, her voice soft and soothing as she tried to calm the child.

"Shh... It's okay, sweetheart. No one's going to hurt you," Y/N said gently, extending her hand toward the girl.

But the child flinched, recoiling away from her touch. Her tear-filled eyes widened as she pleaded in a small, trembling voice, "Please don't hurt me... I'll be a good girl. Don't burn me, please!"

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut. Her throat tightened, and she froze, her outstretched hand lingering in midair.

A pang of guilt washed over her as she realized why the girl was so terrified.

Y/N turned her gaze toward Yoongi, who was now standing a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

"What...?" Yoongi's voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction.

The little girl suddenly grabbed her ears, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please! Don't burn me! I'll listen, I promise!"

Yoongi's confusion deepened, and he shifted his gaze to Y/N. Her eyes darted away from his, guilt flickering across her face. That was all the confirmation he needed.

Yoongi sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he knelt on the floor beside the bed. He carefully reached out to the little girl, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"Hey, hey... No one's going to hurt you, okay? I promise. You're safe here."

The child hesitated, her big, tearful eyes looking up at him with a mixture of fear and hope. Her trembling subsided slightly as Yoongi's calm presence began to work its magic.

Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on her head, patting her softly.

"You don't have to be scared anymore," he murmured, his tone soothing. "I'm here. No one will ever hurt you again."

The girl sniffled, her tears slowing as she clung to his words. Her small face, though streaked with tears, looked unbearably innocent. Yoongi felt an unexpected wave of protectiveness surge through him.

Carefully, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world.

From across the room, Y/N watched the scene in silence. Her expression was blank, but Yoongi knew her too well.

Beneath the stoic exterior, he could see the guilt eating away at her. He held the child close, rocking her gently in his arms, his injured bicep protesting with a sharp sting.

But he ignored the pain, focusing entirely on calming the girl.

Breaking the silence, Y/N cleared her throat. "Calm her down," she said softly, her voice devoid of its usual sharpness. "I... I'll get ready. I need to go to Lisa's house with Jungkook."

Yoongi's brow furrowed as he glanced at her. "Why?" he asked, his voice low but firm.

"To discuss Lisa's hand in marriage," Y/N replied simply, avoiding his gaze. "For Jungkook."

Yoongi's frown deepened, but he didn't argue. He nodded slowly. "I'll meet you there later," he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Y/N hesitated, her eyes darting to the little girl. The child had calmed considerably but was still clinging to Yoongi.

Y/N reached out tentatively, her hand hovering near the girl's head, but the child flinched again, retreating further into Yoongi's arms.

Y/N froze, her hand dropping to her side. She swallowed hard and quickly turned away, leaving the room without another word.

Yoongi watched her go, his heart heavy. He understood exactly what she was feeling-the guilt, the pain of being the source of the child's fear. He sighed deeply, his gaze shifting back to the girl in his arms.

"What's your name?" he asked softly, his voice warm and patient.

The child sniffled, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "M-Mira," she whispered.

Yoongi smiled gently. "Mira," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. "That's a beautiful name."

Mira tilted her head slightly, her innocent eyes studying him.

"Where are your parents, Mira? And... how did you get this wound on your leg?" Yoongi's voice was calm, though his jaw tightened slightly as he gestured toward the faint bruise on her leg.

Mira blinked, her small face scrunching up in confusion. "What are parents?" she asked innocently.

The question made Yoongi's chest tighten, but he masked his emotions, keeping his expression neutral.

"And the wound?" he pressed gently.

"Ms. Eve gave me punishment," Mira said quietly, looking down at her hands. "She said I was a bad girl."

Yoongi's expression darkened imperceptibly. The mention of this sent a ripple of anger through him, but he suppressed it, forcing himself to remain calm for Mira's sake.

He stood up, still holding her in his arms. His bicep throbbed, but he ignored it.

Walking to the door, he called for a maid, who entered with her head bowed.

"Take care of Mira," Yoongi ordered, his tone firm yet not unkind. "Help her get ready."

The maid nodded quickly, her eyes widening slightly when Yoongi handed the girl over with an uncharacteristically soft smile.

She had never seen her master like this before, but she dared not comment.

Mira waved at him hesitantly, and Yoongi waved back, his smile widening just a fraction. Once the maid left with the girl, Yoongi exhaled deeply.

His gaze drifted toward the direction Y/N had gone, and without hesitation, he followed.

Yoongi stepped inside the changing room, his gaze immediately falling on Y/N.

She stood by the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her white blouse that fit her perfectly, paired with black trousers that hugged her curves in all the right ways.

Her damp hair cascaded down her shoulders, leaving small droplets on the fabric. Even with her subtle frustration etched in her expression, she looked effortlessly breathtaking, as she always did.

Yoongi's eyes softened as he quietly approached her from behind.

Without saying a word, he placed a hand gently on her shoulder, guiding her to sit on the plush couch near the corner.

Y/N glanced up at him, momentarily surprised but letting him take the lead.

He reached for the hairdryer on the vanity, pulling a few damp strands of her hair between his fingers.

Switching on the dryer, Yoongi began to carefully run his hand through her hair, the warm air blowing softly against her scalp.

His movements were unhurried and tender, his fingers massaging her scalp every so often as if he had all the time in the world for her.

"Don't be upset," he murmured, his deep voice breaking the silence. "That little girl will come around eventually. She's just scared."

Y/N's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not upset," she replied flatly, her voice cold, but the tension in her shoulders gave her away.

Yoongi smirked faintly, his knowing eyes glinting as he focused on her hair. "Hmm," he hummed softly, not pressing the matter further.

He continued his gentle work, his fingers combing through her strands with care, his touch soothing her unspoken turmoil.

Y/N sighed, leaving into his hands without meaning to. She felt the magic of his fingers working on her scalp, the tension she hadn't realized she was carrying melting away.

"She told me her name." Yoongi said after a moment, breaking the silence. "It's Mira."

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment, her voice softening as if the name stirred something inside her.

Once Yoongi finished drying her hair, he set the dryer aside and stepped back, watching as Y/N rose to her feet. She adjusted her blouse absentmindedly before turning to him.

"I told Mom about our visit to Lisa's house," she said, her tone neutral but her eyes darting briefly to gauge his reaction.

Yoongi nodded, his hands instinctively reaching up to cup her face. His thumbs brushed lightly against her cheekbones as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.

But before he could step back, Y/N frowned and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close with a sudden force.

Her lips met his in a fiery kiss, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as if she needed to anchor herself to him.

Yoongi froze for a moment, caught off guard by her intensity, but soon melted into the kiss. His lips moved against hers with equal passion, his hand sliding to cradle the side of her neck, his thumb grazing her jaw.

The other hand stayed firm on her waist, pulling her closer.

The room filled with the faint, intoxicating sound of their lips meeting and parting.

The kiss grew deeper, more desperate, their breaths mingling as Y/N tugged him closer, leaving no space between them.

Yoongi broke the kiss with a soft smack, his chest heaving slightly as he gazed at her, his dark eyes clouded with desire.
His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, his lips curling into a dangerous smile.

"If you don't leave now," he murmured in a low, husky voice, "I might just pin you down and keep you here all day ... under me without anything ."

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned forward, her lips brushing teasingly against his.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Dot a bad idea, Mr. Min. Maybe we should try that... someday."

Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, amused and utterly captivated by her boldness. His hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently but firmly pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

Her neck arched, and he tilted his head, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

"Someday, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. "Your wish is my command, after all."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His dark gaze roamed her face, lingering on her lips before moving to her eyes.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, his tone softer now, "how crazy you make me?"

Y/N's breath hitched, but before she could respond, Yoongi leaned in and planted a feather-light kiss on her lips, a teasing contrast to the passion they had just shared.

He pulled away, his smirk returning as he stepped back, letting her catch her breath.

"Now go," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Before I change my mind."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she composed herself.

With one last glance at him, she turned and left the room, leaving Yoongi standing there, his gaze following her until the door closed behind her.

Yoongi stood there for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on the door she had just walked through. A sigh escaped his lips, and a small, almost wistful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Jungkook lay sprawled on his bed, casually scrolling through his phone, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his relaxed features.

He was in no rush, enjoying the quiet of his room when a sharp knock at the door startled him.

"Come in," he called, his voice muffled with disinterest, his eyes still glued to the screen.

The door creaked open, and the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor made his head snap up.

Standing in the doorway, radiating her usual commanding aura, was Y/N-his sister-in-law.

Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm as he quickly scrambled to sit upright. His phone slipped from his hand onto the bed as he straightened his posture, looking almost guilty.

Y/N was not someone you ignored, especially when she walked into a room with that look on her face.

"Y-Y/N noona?" he stammered nervously, his tone a mix of surprise and apprehension. "What brings you here?"

Y/N's sharp eyes met his, and her lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. "Get ready in fifteen minutes," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We're going out."

Before Jungkook could even process her words, she turned on her heel, her movements precise and calculated, heading toward the door.

"Wait," he blurted out, still sitting frozen on the bed. "Going out? Where?"

Y/N stopped mid-stride, her back still turned to him. For a moment, there was silence, and Jungkook wondered if she would even bother answering.
Then she turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the glint of authority in her eyes.

"To Lisa's house," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Lisa's house?" he repeated dumbly, still trying to make sense of her sudden command.

Y/N's smirk deepened, and she tilted her head slightly as she delivered the bombshell with chilling nonchalance. "For your marriage."

With that, she stepped out of the room, leaving a completely stunned Jungkook sitting on the bed, his mouth agape. The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Jungkook blinked a few times, as if trying to wake up from a bizarre dream. "My... what?" he mumbled to himself, his voice barely audible.

His heart raced as the weight of her words sank in. Marriage? His marriage? To Lisa?

Excitement flickered briefly in his chest, only to be quickly overshadowed by nerves.
He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel-thrilled, shocked, or terrified.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, letting out a groan. "Fifteen minutes," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with disbelief.

Whatever Y/N had planned, it was clear he didn't have a choice.

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Yumi's desperate cries echoed through the stark white room, her voice cracking as she begged for freedom.

Tears streamed down her pale, hollow cheeks as she banged on the smooth, featureless walls. Her eyes darted around, but there was no escape, no furniture, no windows-just an oppressive void.

Her breath hitched when the door creaked open, revealing Hoseok. His smirk was chilling, his demeanor calm yet menacing.

He stepped inside, his presence swallowing the room's emptiness.

"Stop screaming," Hoseok said, his tone low and dismissive. "No one's coming to save you. You've made your bed, now lie in it."

Yumi flinched, her sobs growing quieter as his words sank in. "Please... please let me go," she whimpered, her voice breaking.

Hoseok ignored her, his smirk widening as he leaned slightly closer. "You thought you could run, didn't you? Tell the Kims everything? You knew what the cost of betrayal was, Yumi. This is just the beginning. There's much more for you to face now."

Yumi's body trembled as she stared at him, her fear palpable. Hoseok straightened, giving her one last glance of cold indifference before he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Left alone again, Yumi crumpled to the floor, hugging herself tightly as fresh sobs wracked her body.

The silence of the room felt like it was suffocating her. She buried her face in her hands, her cries muffled, until flashes of memories began to assault her mind.

She saw a little girl-her sister, Aera-sobbing and begging their father to stop.

The image of their father's cruel laughter and the sound of Aera's cries rang in her ears. Yumi gasped, clutching her chest, feeling the suffocating grip of guilt and fear intensify.

Meanwhile, outside the room

Hoseok stepped into the corridor, closing the door behind him with a resounding click. He walked toward the balcony, where a tall, broad figure stood, leaning casually against the railing.

Yoongi was staring out at the mountains, his expression serene but his aura tense, like a storm waiting to erupt. The cool wind ruffled his hair as he exuded a calm lethality.

"How is she?" Yoongi asked, his voice steady, not bothering to turn around.

Hoseok leaned against the railing beside him. "She's breaking," he replied, his voice laced with indifference. "Crazy in her own karma. Couldn't handle the consequences of her actions."

Yoongi smirked, his dark eyes flickering with satisfaction. "Good. She deserves every ounce of it. Every tear, every shred of fear. This is only the beginning."

Hoseok glanced at him, his brows furrowing slightly. "You know Y/N will be furious if she finds out you're the one behind this."

At the mention of Y/N, Yoongi's jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white. His expression remained calm, but his voice carried an edge. "I know. But my thirst for revenge outweighs everything else."

He turned his gaze to Hoseok, his eyes burning with unbridled intensity. "Do you have any idea what it felt like to watch her suffer? Every single tear she shed, every ounce of pain she endured... they haunt me. I won't stop until I've cleared her path of every obstacle. Yumi was just one of them."

Hoseok sighed, studying Yoongi's face for a moment. "This was Y/N's revenge to take, not yours."

Yoongi's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I know. But I'm not taking her revenge from her. I'm just... helping her. Clearing her path. She'll deliver the final blow herself when the time is right."

Hoseok observed the lethal determination in Yoongi's expression, his heart heavy. He knew the depth of Yoongi's love for Y/N. It was all-consuming, dangerous, yet pure in its own twisted way.

"How will you live without her?" Hoseok asked, his voice quieter, the question escaping before he could stop himself.

For the first time, Yoongi's stoic facade cracked. His face softened, his eyes clouded with vulnerability. He swallowed hard, his jaw working as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

"I don't know," Yoongi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't imagine a world without her. But one thing is certain..." He paused, looking out at the horizon as if searching for answers in the vast expanse of mountains.

"She deserves peace," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "She's suffered enough. Even if it means breaking my own heart into a million pieces... I'll do whatever it takes to give her that peace. It's her right."

Hoseok looked away, unable to meet the raw pain in Yoongi's eyes.
For all his darkness, all his ruthlessness, Yoongi's love for Y/N was painfully human. It was selfless in its own destructive way.

The two men stood in silence, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily in the air, as the sun dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows over their world filled with vengeance, love, and heartbreak.

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