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The office was cold, a stark reflection of the man who ruled it. Yoongi’s presence alone could turn the air icy, and tonight was no different. The man standing before him was visibly trembling, his eyes darting nervously as he waited for Yoongi’s reaction.

“What. Did. You. Say?” Yoongi’s voice was a chilling hiss, each word cutting through the tension like a knife. The sheer coldness in his tone was enough to make the man’s blood run cold.

The man’s eyes were glued to the floor, unable to meet the burning intensity of Yoongi’s gaze. “S-Sir, Ms. Yumi is getting married,” he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. He knew the news would provoke Yoongi’s wrath, but he had no choice but to deliver it.

Silence fell like a heavy shroud over the room. It was a silence so oppressive that the man could almost feel Yoongi’s anger seething. The only sounds were the heavy breaths of both men, the former struggling to maintain composure under the weight of Yoongi’s fury.

“Who is that?” Yoongi’s voice sliced through the silence, devoid of any emotion but laced with a menacing edge.

The man, already on edge, looked up in confusion and fear. “Huh?”

“I ASKED WHO IS THAT MAN?” Yoongi’s roar shook the very walls of the office. The man flinched visibly, his body jerking in response to the fury in Yoongi’s voice.

“P-Park, sir...” The man gulped, his voice trembling. “He was Mr. Park Jimin.”

The revelation was like a spark igniting a powder keg. Yoongi’s face hardened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Park Jimin—owner of the famous dance studio “Serendipity” and the illegitimate son of Mr. Kim Woobin. Not only was Jimin a prominent figure in the business world, but he was also a key player in Kim Industries, a formidable rival to the Min family.

The Kims had always been Yoongi’s nemesis, both in the business realm and the underworld. The enmity between the two families was well-documented, their rivalry a deep-seated one. It wasn’t just business; it was personal. Yoongi’s hatred for the Kims was rooted in a past he could never escape. The betrayal stung deeply—his girlfriend, Yumi, was entangled with the very family he despised more than anything.

Yoongi’s anger flared uncontrollably. The man before him was but a pawn in the grand scheme of Yoongi’s rage. “Get out,” Yoongi ordered, his voice low and lethal. The command was so chilling that the man didn’t hesitate; he bolted from the office, desperate to escape Yoongi’s fury.

Alone, Yoongi’s rage was palpable. His jaw clenched tightly, his eyes burning with a dark, consuming fire. The weight of his anger and betrayal was almost tangible. Park Jimin’s involvement with Yumi was a personal affront, a direct challenge to everything Yoongi stood for. His hatred for the Kims now felt like a living, breathing entity inside him.

Yoongi’s mind worked with ruthless efficiency. He wasn’t one to wallow in heartbreak; instead, he channeled his fury into action. His commitment was unwavering, his resolve unshakable. If he wanted something, he would obtain it, no matter the cost. Violence was a tool he wielded with precision and purpose.

He let out a humorless chuckle, the sound devoid of warmth or amusement. “I think I went too easy on you,” he said darkly, his voice a low, threatening rumble. “But don’t worry. This time, I’ll make sure you suffer so much that you’ll beg for mercy.”

His eyes glittered with a cold, calculating rage. He was a man who thrived on power and control, a force to be reckoned with. His next steps would be swift and brutal. Yoongi would make sure that Park Jimin and the Kims felt the full brunt of his wrath. There would be no mercy, no second chances.

He paced the room, his movements deliberate and measured. The cold, ruthless determination in his demeanor was palpable. Yoongi was a storm ready to break, and anyone standing in his way would be swept away by his unrelenting fury.

As he prepared for the next phase of his plan, Yoongi’s gaze was fixed with unwavering resolve. The Kims would pay dearly for their audacity, and Yumi would see just how far his vengeance could reach. In his world, there was no room for weakness, no place for sympathy. Only dominance and control would prevail.

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Y/N sat at her desk, the office dimly lit by the soft glow of her laptop. The hum of the computer was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. She was deeply engrossed in a file, her eyes scanning the document with focused intensity. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, making her flinch slightly, though she didn't look up. Only one person had the audacity to make such an entrance: Jung Hoseok.

“Y/N, what the fuck did you do?” Hoseok’s voice echoed through the room, brimming with rage. The force of his anger was palpable even before he had fully entered.

Y/N didn’t bother to look up immediately. Instead, she continued to read the file, her expression calm and composed. “Mr. Jung Hoseok, what should I make of you coming into your boss's office and shouting without any reason?” Her tone was smooth and unperturbed, clearly dismissive of his display.

Hoseok slammed his fist on the table, causing the papers to scatter. “Without any reason? Sorry to say, but you and I both know that my yelling is more than justified.” He glared at her, his eyes fierce. “Do you think I’m oblivious to the stunt you pulled today?”

Y/N finally looked up, her gaze steady. “So?”

“So?” Hoseok echoed incredulously. “So, you nearly took someone’s life and then went full-on wonder woman to save him, putting yourself in danger! And that man is none other than Kim Namjoon, the successor of Kim Industries.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, clasping her fingers beneath her chin. A smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. She seemed completely unfazed by Hoseok’s fury.

Flashback

Namjoon stood on the Han River Bridge, the cool night air providing little solace from his mounting exhaustion. After returning from a grueling trip to Australia and dealing with the suffocating business pressures of his family, he sought solace in the quiet of the bridge.

“What a pathetic life,” he muttered to himself, staring out at the dark water below.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his right leg. Namjoon gasped in agony as blood began to seep through his trousers. The searing pain caused him to lose his balance, and he fell into the river with a cry of pain. Struggling to keep his head above water, he felt himself sinking.

Just as hope seemed lost, a hand reached down and pulled him from the icy grasp of the river. Panting heavily, Namjoon coughed out water and blinked to clear his vision. In front of him stood a woman in a white floral dress, drenched but radiant. Her smile was warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the chaos of the situation.

“Are you okay now?” Her gentle voice cut through the pain.

“Y-Yeah... I’m fine,” Namjoon managed, though his voice was strained.

The woman’s brow furrowed in concern as she noticed the extent of his injury. “Oh God! Your leg is bleeding.”

Namjoon tried to dismiss her concern. “No need to worry... My men will be here soon.”

“But we can’t wait,” she insisted. Without hesitation, she tore a strip from her dress and expertly bound it around his bleeding leg. Namjoon, captivated by her beauty and kindness, could only stare in awe.

“Now that’s alright,” she said, offering him a reassuring smile. “I’ll stay with you until your men arrive.”

Flashback End

Hoseok’s eyes widened in confusion as he listened to Y/N’s calm recounting of the events. “So, what you’re saying is that you helped him without any motive?”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her smirk widening. “So naive of you to think like that, Jung Hoseok. Start eating almonds—you desperately need them.”

Hoseok’s face remained calm, though his concern was evident. He knew Y/N well enough to understand that she never acted without a deeper motive. Her mind worked with ruthless efficiency, always plotting several steps ahead.

“Do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?” Hoseok’s tone was laced with genuine worry. “You’re directly competing with the Kim family. One misstep, and you could lose your life.”

Y/N’s gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes glinting with a cold determination. “I very well know what I’m getting myself into,” she replied, her smirk never fading. “And I’m perfectly prepared.”

A knock interrupted their exchange. Hoseok turned towards the door, while Y/N remained focused on her laptop. “This is where our conversation ends, Manager Jung. You may leave now.”

Hoseok sighed, his concern clearly etched on his face. “Send the outsider in as you leave.” Without another word, he exited the room.

As Hoseok left, Lisa, Y/N’s secretary, quickly bowed in respect. “You can go inside,” she informed the visitor.

Lisa took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door. She hesitated slightly before walking towards Y/N, her steps measured and hesitant.

“Ms. Cha, this is for you,” Lisa stuttered, her hands trembling slightly as she held out an A4-sized yellow envelope.

Y/N looked up from her work, her expression impassive. “What is this?” she asked, eyeing the envelope.

Lisa swallowed hard. “This is an invitation to a ball hosted by Mr. Song in celebration of his daughter Song Yumi’s wedding.”

At the mention of Yumi’s name, Y/N’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin. The expression on her face was one of cold satisfaction, sending a shiver down Lisa’s spine.

Y/N’s mind was already racing, calculating the implications of this new development. She had always been one to seize opportunities, and this ball was no exception. Her sociopathic calmness was both frightening and mesmerizing. She was a master of manipulation, her motives always shrouded in layers of deception.

“Thank you, Lisa,” Y/N said, her voice smooth and controlled. “You may leave now.”

Lisa nodded, her face pale, and quickly exited the office, leaving Y/N alone once more. Y/N’s gaze lingered on the invitation, her thoughts already turning to how she could use this event to further her own plans. The calm before the storm was always the most dangerous, and Y/N was poised to take full advantage of it.

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Jungkook’s fingers trembled as he held the invitation, his curiosity tinged with apprehension. He glanced up at Yoongi, whose dark gaze was fixed on the envelope with a dangerous intensity. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and Jungkook felt the weight of Yoongi’s anger pressing down on him.

“Hyung... There was an invitation from Mr. Song Jisung?” Jungkook’s voice wavered as he spoke, his eyes darting nervously between the invitation and his brother.

Yoongi’s glare was a chilling blend of hate and disgust. His eyes burned with an intensity that made the air in the room feel colder. The invitation seemed to pulse with the weight of Yoongi’s contempt. He felt a gnawing irritation that was almost unbearable—everything about this place, the memories, the mention of his marriage, Yumi, and now this invitation, contributed to his mounting frustration.

‘The audacity,’ Yoongi thought, his mind seething with rage. The memories of his childhood, the discussion about his forced marriage, and now this unexpected intrusion into his life were pushing him to his limits. This place, with its painful history and unresolved issues, seemed to draw out the worst in him.

Jungkook, feeling the oppressive atmosphere, shifted uneasily. “H-Hyung... If you don’t want to go there, it’s okay. Dad will understand. He’ll handle it.”

Yoongi’s expression remained inscrutable, his cold eyes never leaving the invitation. He was a man who rarely shared his emotions, even with his family. His silence was his weapon, and his demeanor was often a mask for his inner turmoil.

“No,” Yoongi’s voice cut through the room like a knife, sharp and unwavering. “I will go.”

Jungkook looked up in surprise. “But why, Hyung? If it’s too...”

Yoongi interrupted, his voice laced with an icy resolve. “I also have to give special congratulations to Yumi. After all, she was my fiancée earlier.” His tone was devoid of warmth, carrying a hint of bitterness.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his unease palpable. Yoongi’s decision was unexpected, and the undercurrent of his words suggested a deeper, unresolved conflict. He knew his brother well enough to understand that Yoongi’s actions were rarely driven by mere social obligation. There was something more behind his decision to attend the event.

Yoongi stood, his movements deliberate and controlled. He took the invitation from Jungkook’s hands, his fingers brushing against his brother’s with a barely perceptible touch. The contact was cold, a physical manifestation of the emotional distance that defined their relationship.

“I have matters to attend to,” Yoongi said curtly. His voice was devoid of any trace of affection or understanding. “Make the necessary arrangements.”

Jungkook nodded, his eyes downcast. “Yes, Hyung.”

As Yoongi walked away, his presence was a looming shadow in the room. His cold demeanor and the aura of control he wielded were as imposing as ever. He was a man who kept his emotions tightly sealed, revealing nothing of his true feelings or intentions to anyone, not even his family. His silence was a testament to his inner strength and his merciless nature.

Jungkook watched his brother leave, feeling a mix of admiration and fear. Yoongi’s ability to remain emotionally detached and dominate any situation was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. As the door closed behind Yoongi, Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts, contemplating the storm that was about to be unleashed at the upcoming event.

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