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The atmosphere in the kim household shifted from calm to chaotic as Kim Jisoo, the eldest daughter-in-law, rushed into the Living room. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of Namjoon limping in, supported by guards on either side. His leg was wrapped in a blood-soaked cloth, staining it a deep crimson.

"Oh my God! Joon, how did you get this injury?" Jisoo's voice was high-pitched with panic, her hands trembling as she glanced at Damjoon.

Namjoon, gritting his teeth in visible pain, managed a strained response. "Someone shot me," he said, collapsing onto the sofa. The guards backed off, allowing him a moment of respite. "Call Hyung... It's paining a lot."

Jisoo nodded vigorously, her face pale with worry. Without another word, she dashed towards her room to contact her husband. Her heart pounded as she thought of her brother-in-law in distress.

"Jin! Namjoon is calling you!" Jisoo's voice echoed through the house, laced with urgency.

Kim Jin, who had been absorbed in paperwork, looked up sharply. His wife's sudden outburst jolted him from his thoughts. "Ok... But why are you looking so tense?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Because he got shot," Jisoo said, her voice trembling. The weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders.

Jin's eyes widened in shock. He bolted from his chair, his previous calm demeanor shattered. "What? Where is he?" he demanded, his voice laced with fear and panic.

"In the living room," Jisoo replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Jin sprinted out of the room, with Jisoo trailing behind him. His heart raced as he navigated through the halls, his mind filled with dread for his younger brother.

In the hallway, Jimin and Taehyung were engaged in a discussion when Taehyung's gaze fell upon the injured Damjoon. The sight of the bloodied leg wrapped in a white cloth, now fully saturated with red, caused Taehyung's eyes to widen in alarm.

"Hyung!" Taehyung's voice was a mix of concern and anger as he rushed towards Namjoon. "Who did this? I'm going to kill him!" His hands clenched into fists, his anger palpable.

Namjoon winced as Taehyung reached out to touch his leg. "Careful!" he hissed through gritted teeth, the pain evident in his voice.

Taehyung quickly pulled back, his face flushed with frustration and worry. "Sorry, Joon. I didn't mean to make it worse."

Just then, Jin arrived, his face a mask of determination. He dropped to his knees in front of Mamjoon, his eyes scanning the injury with a professional's scrutiny. "Joon, how did this happen? Who shot you?" His voice was steady, though his eyes betrayed his deep concern.

"I don't know, Hyung," Namjoon replied weakly. "Please, get these bullets out. They're hurting a lot."

Jin nodded firmly, turning to a guard. "Get the medical equipment. We need to handle this right away." His voice brooked no argument as he took charge of the situation.

The guard hurried off, and Jin quickly set to work. He carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked cloth, his expression grim as he examined the extent of the injury. Taehyung and Jimin hovered nearby, their faces etched with worry.

"Joon, this is serious," Jin said as he started to work on removing the bullets. "We need to be quick, but careful."

Namjoon's face contorted in pain as Jin worked, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "I know, Hyung. Just... hurry."

Jin worked with practiced efficiency, his hands steady despite the gravity of the situation. "Jimin, get me some more clean cloths and antiseptic. We need to make sure there's no infection."

Jimin nodded, quickly retrieving the items and handing them to Jin. "Here, Hyung."

As Jin continued his work, Taehyung's anger simmered just below the surface. He paced back and forth, his fists clenched. "Whoever did this is going to pay," he muttered through gritted teeth. His protective instincts were in full force, and he was determined to find the person responsible.

Jin finished removing the bullets and began the process of cleaning and bandaging the wound. He looked up at Namjoon, his face a mixture of relief and concern. "You're going to be alright, Joon. We've got to keep a close eye on this, but you'll make it through."

Namjoon managed a pained but grateful smile. "Thanks, Hyung."

As the tension in the room began to ease, the family gathered around Namjoon, their worry evident. Jin's commanding presence and steady hands had stabilized the situation, but the shadows of anger and vengeance loomed large over them all.

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The room was thick with tension as Jin, with a deft and experienced touch, finally removed the bullet from Namjoon's leg. The wound, while serious, was now under control. Namjoon leaned back against the sofa, exhaustion and pain etched on his face. Taehyung, still in shock, struggled to grasp the full weight of what had happened.

"Meaning, someone attacked you while you were unarmed. Who has this much courage?" Taehyung's voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes darting between Namjoon and the blood-soaked cloth.

The room was silent for a moment as everyone processed the gravity of the situation. How could anyone have dared to attack Namjoon, the prominent heir of the Kim family? The Kims were known for their ruthless retribution against those who crossed them.

Namjoon sighed deeply, his energy waning as he leaned against the sofa. He was about to respond when a cold, blank voice cut through the silence.

"Min Yoongi."

Everyone turned towards Park Jimin, the illegitimate son of Mr. Kim Woobin and elder brother of Mr. Kim Ji-hoo. Jimin stood there, his expression serious and unreadable. The name he had just uttered hung in the air like a dark omen.

Jimin continued, his tone unwavering. "I think he was the one who carried out this attack. After all, only he has the audacity to mess with us."

Jin shook his head with a dismissive tsk. "You're wrong, Jimin. Yes, the Mins are our serious enemies, but that doesn't mean they would attack us from behind. Min Yoongi is a man of principle."

Namjoon, leaning heavily against the sofa, added with a pained yet resolute voice, "Hyung is right. Don't forget, Min Yoongi is not a scoundrel but a lion. If he wants to eliminate someone, he will do it openly. This stealthy approach is against his principles."

Jimin's gaze shifted away, his mind working furiously. He knew they were right. Min Yoongi was a figure of immense wealth and power, feared and respected in equal measure. His reputation for being ruthless was well-earned. He wasn't someone who would strike from the shadows; he would annihilate his enemies with a devastating force.

Taehyung, still agitated, mumbled to himself, "Then who could it be?" His eyes flickered with worry as he tried to piece together the puzzle. Who had the nerve to shoot his cousin? And why? The questions echoed in his mind, unanswered and troubling.

Jin took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Don't worry too much about it now. We'll find out who did this. For now, everyone should go to their rooms and rest. Tomorrow is Yumi's and Jimin's ball. We shouldn't let this ruin our mood."

Jin turned to Namjoon, who was watching him with raised brows. "Namjoon, you can't come tomorrow with your injured leg. Just stay here and rest."

Namjoon nodded, too weary to argue. Taehyung moved to help him, carefully assisting Namjoon towards his room. As they walked away, Jimin remained in the living room, lost in thought. His mind was a whirlpool of uneasy thoughts.

Jin, noticing Jimin's contemplative state, frowned slightly. "Jimin?" he called out, snapping Jimin from his reverie.

Jimin looked up, puzzled. "What is it, Hyung?"

Jin's voice was calm, but there was a hint of concern. "What's on your mind? You seem distracted."

Jimin sighed, his unease evident. "It's nothing much, Hyung. But I can't shake this feeling... My heart feels restless. It's like something very big is going to happen tomorrow."

Jin's expression remained neutral, but inside, he shared Jimin's anxiety. He knew all too well the weight of dealing with someone as formidable as Min Yoongi. "Don't worry too much, Jimin. If something does happen, we'll face it together. For now, go to your wife. She must be waiting for you."

Jimin nodded, though his unease didn't fully dissipate. He and Jin headed towards their respective rooms, their minds occupied with the looming uncertainty of the next day.

As Jin closed the door to his room, he allowed himself a moment of reflection. The anticipation of Min Yoongi's presence at the ball weighed heavily on him. He knew that the presence of their most formidable enemy could only spell trouble.

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- 𝗬𝗨𝗠𝗜 -

Wearing my nightwear, I slipped under the thick blanket, hoping its warmth would pull me back into deep sleep. But sleep eluded me. I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind a whirlpool of anxiety.

Despite my best efforts to deny it, I couldn't escape the truth. I was terrified. My parents, who had always been my safety net, were now expecting me to return to the house where all my nightmares had begun. The excuses I had used over the years were now exhausted, and there was no hiding from the reality of my situation.

I had just completed my master's in Business Administration, a significant achievement that was supposed to mark a new chapter in my life. Yet, instead of looking forward to new opportunities, I found myself facing a different kind of challenge. My father now wanted me to take over his business, a responsibility that felt overwhelming.

Jimin, my newly husband and my protector, had been my rock for the past three years. We had married after I fled from Min Yoongi, the man who had terrorized me. Yoongi was no ordinary man; he was a monster, a psychotic force of nature whose cruelty was unmatched.

As I lay there, the memories of that dreadful night resurfaced, vivid and haunting.

Flashback

"YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH WHAT'S MINE!" Yoongi roared, his voice echoing with rage. His eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the fury within him. I could hardly bear to look at him, but I couldn't ignore the sight of the man lying on the ground, whimpering in pain.

My heart pounded furiously in my chest as Yoongi's predatory gaze fixed on me. He advanced towards me with a menacing gait, his presence overwhelming. Every step he took seemed to heighten my fear, until he was towering over me.

"I told you that no one can touch you other than me, didn't I?" he growled, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

His hands were rough and unyielding as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. The anger in his gaze was palpable, as though he was struggling to contain the rage fueled by his twisted love for me.

No... It's just an illusion, Yumi. This bastard can't love anyone.

A tear escaped my eye. "L-l-listen to... m-me," I stammered, my voice trembling with fear.

"There is nothing to listen to, baby," Yoongi said calmly, though his voice betrayed the fury simmering beneath the surface. "Now you have to face the consequences of your actions."

"No... No... You can't do this, please don't," I begged, my voice breaking as I reached out to touch his face. He recoiled from my touch, his expression hardened as he signaled his men.

They brought a rope, and my heart sank. Yoongi tied my hands and legs with a brutal force. I struggled, trying to free myself, but it was futile. My pleas fell on deaf ears as he gagged me with a cloth and threw me into the backseat of a car.

"No, Yoongi! Please! You're sick! A cruel, heartless bastard!" I shouted through the gag, but he ignored my pleas, locking the car doors and rolling up the windows. He cast one last, cold glance at me before sitting in the driver's seat.

Flashback Ends

That night revealed Yoongi's true nature to me. He didn't kill the man he had captured but tortured him in front of my eyes, mercilessly. The image of his brutal possessiveness and the way he held onto his prey was like the grip of an eagle, relentless and fatal.

No matter how hard I tried to forget, the memory of that night was indelible. Yoongi's possessiveness was terrifying. I didn't want to die; I wanted to live my life, a life free from the clutches of his torment.

But now, as the ball approached, my fear resurfaced. Yoongi's presence, though unlikely to lead to immediate danger in a crowded gathering, was enough to make my heart race with anxiety. The thought of seeing him again, even from a distance, was enough to bring back all the terror I had tried so hard to escape.

I whispered a silent prayer to the heavens. "Please, God, protect me from his evil gaze tomorrow. Keep me safe from the shadows of my past."

The fear that clung to me like a shroud was a constant reminder of the darkness that had once consumed my life. As I lay in bed, wide awake, I could only hope that the day would pass without incident and that the shadow of Min Yoongi would not find me.

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