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"You son of a bitch," Jungkook spat, his teeth gritted in rage his voice lethal and menacing. His fists clenched so tightly that the veins on his hands and temples bulged, but his face remained eerily calm.

"What did I say wrong, Jeon?" Max scoffed. "You attacked one of the most powerful mafias in Russia for what? Just for a mere girl. That doesn't suit the king, JK. You broke the contract between the mafias first, Jeon. You think you can survive with half of the underworld on your tail? You started this war, and now it's going to end with your destruction."

Max kept on blabbering, oblivious to the fact that he was infuriating the devil himself. If only his face wasn't pressed against the wooden floor, and if by some chance he could have caught a glimpse of Jungkook at that moment, he would have realized the colossal mistake he was making.

Jungkook's calmness was a silent storm, deadlier than his most venomous words.

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Moments passed swiftly like the wind as you stood by the main door of your former apartment. The corridor was nearly empty, with only one or two people passing by on their evening walks with their dogs, engrossed in conversation with each other. The stillness of the hallway was almost surreal, broken only by the soft murmur of voices and the occasional clinking of dog tags. 

As you stared at the main door, a wave of relief washed over you when you saw the nameplate: "Lee Y/N." It meant no one else had moved in yet, and your home was still yours. The nameplate was slightly tarnished, but it was a welcome sight, grounding you in the familiarity of your past.

It had taken a full seven minutes to reach your floor, yet those seven minutes felt like seven hours, each moment tinged with growing frustration. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, wincing at the sensation as if shards of glass were stabbing into it. Your mouth was dry, yet your body was drenched in perspiration. Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, tickling your skin as they traced erratic paths.

Standing there, countless thoughts dominated your mind— If Jin Ae and you had truly swapped souls, then she must be inhabiting your body right now. Perhaps she found the address on the card in your trench coat pocket after gaining consciousness and came to the apartment. Or maybe one of your colleagues, or Joseph, helped her get here?

Maybe she didn't make an effort to visit Han Mansion because she wasn't as desperate as you were. After everything that happened to her, it wouldn't be surprising if she didn't want to come anywhere near her previous life. The mere notion of seeing someone else in your body was enough to provoke a laugh from deep within you. After all, this felt so stupid to believe. But laughing was the last thing you felt like doing right now.

Or perhaps, in a darker twist, she isn't alive at all.

"Think positive, Y/N. Everything is going to be alright," you whispered to yourself, the words a thin thread of hope in the thickening fog of anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your sweaty fist tightly before slowly unclenching it. With your heart pounding heavily, you lifted your trembling right hand and reached for the doorbell. Each beat of your heart resonated in your chest, and your shaking hand made it difficult to complete the simple task, but you managed. Finally, your index finger pressed the doorbell, and the chime echoed. The sound reverberated in the silence, a small beacon of normalcy.

You withdrew your hand and waited, glancing around at your surroundings. Several seconds passed, but no one answered the door or appeared on the doorbell camera.

Frowning, you reached out and pressed the doorbell again. Nothing happened. Then again, and again. But no one answered. With every passing second, the tension grew heavier, making you even more anxious.

"Isn't she at home right now? Why did she have to go out at this hour?" you muttered to yourself, a familiar quirk of yours.  "Damn it, I can't wait any longer." You gripped your hair in frustration , feeling your patience erode with every passing second. "I have to get in somehow. Should I break in? Yeah, that would be great. It's my home anyway; it's not like I'm invading someone's private property. But how do I even pick this lock? I don't have the keys..."

Your words trailed off as a sudden idea flashed in your mind, lighting up your face with excitement.

You reached up and pulled a hairpin from your hair, holding it in front of you. "Don't you dare disappoint me," you muttered, practically threatening the hairpin as you glared at it in your hand. The corridor was deserted, but you glanced around to be sure no one was watching. The last thing you needed was to look like a burglar trying to break into a house. Gathering your resolve, you carefully inserted the pin into the lock. Your heart pounded in your chest as you bit your lip, focusing intently on the task. Despite your efforts, the lock refused to budge.

"Come on. This always works in the movies. Why the hell isn't it working now?" you muttered under your breath, frustration palpable in your voice as you wrestled with the lock. Suddenly, a voice from behind startled you, sending a bolt of panic through your veins.

"Is everything alright, miss?"  The unexpected voice made you flinch. Turning around with wide eyes, you saw a man in his early 30s standing a few feet away, his face a mix of confusion and curiosity as he observed your shocked expression. "Do you need any assistance?" he asked again.

Your face drained of color and words momentarily failed you. You had been so engrossed in your task that you hadn't noticed his approach. "Damn it, he must have seen me trying to pick the lock," you thought, a wave of dread washing over you.

"Oh, uh, no, I'm fine, I just, came here to m...meet my friend," you replied, your voice strained as you struggled to compose yourself. You mentally cursed your inability to come up with a convincing excuse.

"Outside their house?" he probed further, his suspicion evident.

''Actually, my friend is not home yet, so that's why," you said quickly, grasping for any excuse to alleviate the tension.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. She isn't home, so I was just waiting for her," you replied, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving your face, as if trying to read your thoughts. Finally, he started to walk away, but not before giving you a long, suspicious look. You attempted a tight-lipped smile, which seemed to unnerve him even more,

As the man's footsteps faded, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Aish, that was close. Never thought I'd have to enter my own house like a thief one day," you murmured to yourself. Tightly gripping the hairpin, you resumed your work, determination renewed despite the close call. 

As the man proceeded further, he turned into the next corridor. Glancing over his shoulder one last time, he retrieved his phone, "She seemed suspicious." He mumbled slightly as he dialed a number. Just as the call connected, he began, "Hello, security! There's a suspicious girl..." His words were abruptly cut off when someone snatched his phone from him.

"What the hell?" he snapped, his voice tinged with both anger and surprise as he spun around to face the intruder.

"Sorry! Dialed this number by mistake. Thanks for understanding," Jimin said smoothly into the phone before swiftly ending the call.

"Hey, are you crazy? Give me my phone back!" The man's frustration boiled over as he tried to punch Jimin, but Jimin effortlessly caught his arm mid-swing. With a quick twist, Jimin pushed him with such force that the man staggered and collided with the cold, hard floor.

"Who the hell are you? I'm calling the cops. Don't you dare come near me," the man threatened, his voice shaking as he crawled backward. Jimin advanced slowly, each step measured and deliberate.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jimin replied, his voice calm and menacing. He shifted his leather jacket slightly, revealing a pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans. The man's eyes widened in terror.

"Is that a real gun?" 

"Should I clear up your doubts?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, man. We can talk about this," the man said, raising his hands in surrender as he scrambled to his feet. "How about you give me my phone back, and I will leave you guys alone," he offered, desperation creeping into his voice. Jimin raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing him. "Trust me, dude. You and that girl can rob or kill whoever you want. I won't say a word to anyone. I won't cause any trouble, I promise."

"If you show any cleverness, I will find you even at the end of the world, and you wouldn't want to imagine how painful your death will be," Jimin threatened, his voice low and deadly. The man swallowed hard, visibly trembling at Jimin's words.

"You can trust me. I...I won't cause any trouble, man. I'm sorry," the man stammered.

"You better be." Jimin threw the phone toward the man, who fumbled but managed to catch it. "Fuck off," Jimin hissed. The man didn't need to be told twice; he practically sprinted down the corridor without even glancing back, as if chased by a pack of wild dogs.

"Bastard," Jimin muttered under his breath, watching the man's retreating figure. He brushed his hair back with a sigh, then leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed yet vigilant. From his vantage point, he kept an eye on you, hidden just out of your sight in another hallway. "I should've handed her the keys somehow," he thought, looking at your struggling figure with the lock.

As you struggled with the lock, your frustration grew until you finally heard a satisfying click. "Yes!" you exclaimed softly, a rush of triumph surging through you. You deftly slipped the pin back into your hair. Grabbing the door knob, you cast a cautious glance around before twisting it with a deliberate click. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you pushed the door open and slipped inside, quickly closing it behind you to avoid detection.

The moment you stepped in, a wave of nostalgia hit you, carrying on the familiar lavender floral scent that filled the air. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and letting the delightful fragrance wash over you. With a slow exhale, you opened your eyes and ventured further into the room, memories flooding back with each step. You could almost see yourself lounging on the sofa, lost in a movie, or dancing around the kitchen with your headphones on, cooking to the rhythm of your favorite songs. You smiled at the thought of wrapping yourself in a blanket, cocooned in warmth and comfort.

Every corner of this place held a piece of your past, a time you cherished deeply. How much you missed those days. 

But you frowned as your eyes took in your surroundings. Often, when a place remains closed for a long time and no one comes or goes, no matter how well-sealed it is, some dust inevitably accumulates around it. Yet your house was completely clean, as if someone had been meticulously maintaining it. From your room to the kitchen, everything was arranged just as you had left it on the day of the accident.

 "So someone did come here after all," you thought, your mind racing.

Your gaze fell upon the bed, where one of your dresses lay neatly. You distinctly remembered not leaving it there. "Could it be Jin Ae?" A flicker of hope ignited in your chest.

Unable to contain your impatience, you moved towards the nightstand beside your bed. Pulling open the drawer, you retrieved a card with "Joseph Miller" and his contact number scrawled on it. With trembling hands, you dialed the number, your heart pounding louder with each passing second.

"Come on, Joseph, pick up the phone," you mumbled, anxiety and tension gnawing at you. This call held the promise of answers, and you clung to that hope desperately.

"Who is this?" Joseph's voice, familiar yet distant, sent a shiver down your spine.

"Am I speaking to Joseph Miller?" you asked, your voice faltering slightly.

"Yeah, you are. how can i help you?"

"Actually, I need to ask you something. I am a friend of Y/N, and I came to her place to meet her, but she isn't home. Can you tell me where she is right now?" You couldn't reveal the truth; it was too fantastical to believe. He would practically deem you insane and end the call if you would tell him that you were y/n but possessing someone else's freaking body.

A heavy silence followed your words, each second stretching into an eternity. "Are you sure you're Y/N's friend? Because, as far as I know, she didn't have any friends." joseph initiated with a confused tone

You bit your lip, struggling to maintain your composure. "I'm a friend from the orphanage. I moved to the USA for studies and lost touch with her."

A sigh came from the other end of the line. " i see, but she never told me about you. well not a surprising thing, she never opened up in front of anyone.'' he casually shrugged before continuing, '' Ok, look, if you're looking for her, don't. She won't be meeting you."

"W-why?" you stammered, dread creeping into your voice.

"Because she is no more." His words hit you like a physical blow, causing your knees to buckle. This was the exact thing you didn't want to hear.  "She died in a car accident months ago while saving a child's life."

Your breath grew shallow, and your heart lodged in your throat. You tried to speak, but no words came out. Tears formed in your eyes, making your vision blurry.

"Hey, are you there?" Joseph's voice jolted you back to reality.

"Y-yeah, I'm here. But what happened to her body? Where is she now?" you managed to ask, your voice barely a whisper.

"She was cremated. That's all I know," Joseph replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. "The day I heard about her accident, I rushed to the hospital to see her. But when I got there, the place was swarming with men in black suits, looking like security guards. I was desperate to see her, but they blocked my way. I protested, but one of them, a short, stocky man, threatened to kill me and my family if I didn't leave. They looked like mafia, and it left me utterly confused. I thought they were there to harm her. So, I went to the cops, hoping they could rescue her and take action against the driver who hit her. But even the cops told me to lay low if I didn't want to face serious consequences. I had no choice but to go home, feeling completely helpless."

He paused, reflecting the weight of his memories, then continued, "The next day, the same short man appeared at my doorstep. He looked utterly exhausted, like he had been through a battle all night. He told me she was gone, that they had already performed her funeral, and that I could say a final goodbye at her grave since I was close to her. I was so furious that if he hadn't had a gun, I would have punched him right in the face. She was more than a friend to me, and those heartless bastards didn't even let me see her. When I reached her grave, I saw a bulky man, almost 6 feet tall, kneeling in front of her grave with his head hung low, looking completely devastated. It confused me because I never knew she had any relatives or anyone close. She was always so alone. That's all I know." 

By the time he finished, you were a total mess. Your cheeks were streaked with countless tears, and you struggled to suppress your sobs, pressing your hand over your mouth as you tried to compose yourself.

"Ca... can you t... tell me the address of h... her grave?" you stammered, the pain almost unbearable as you spoke.

"Yeah, sure. I'll send you the address," 

"T... thanks."

"Of course," he assured you, then cut off the call.

"S-so it was true. I really died that day. And now my real body is completely distorted." You gripped your hair tightly in your fists as anxiety and panic washed over you. "W-what will I do now? Do I have to hide my real self until I die and live as Jin Ae?" Countless tears streamed down your face as you gripped your hair more harshly, not even caring about the injury. Yes, you wanted a chance to live, but not like this. The mental pain was far worse than the physical pain. "In a world where everyone sees me as Han Jin Ae?"

"No, this can't be happening. I won't accept this." The more you thought about it, the more your mind grew cluttered. "How am I going to live like this?" Your eyes fell on the mirror on the dressing table, and you stared at your reflection—Jin Ae's reflection. You put your hand over your face. "I didn't look like this. This isn't my face. This isn't my identity. H-how did I used to look?" You pondered, straining your memory. Panic hit you so hard that, in that moment, you even forgot what your real self looked like. Your mind was playing tricks on you.

"THIS ISN'T ME. THIS ISN'T ME!!" you yelled in frustration. Gripping the alarm clock, you hurled it at the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "HOW DID I USED TO LOOK? DAMMIT, HOW DID I USED TO LOOK?" You clutched your head tightly.

Adrenaline surged through you, making you nauseous on the spot. Your knees buckled, and you staggered, holding the wall with one hand and covering your mouth with the other, feeling sick and panting hard.

Your whole world crashed in front of you in an instant. The accident ruined your entire life. Your identity vanished in the blink of an eye. It was as if Lee Y/N had never existed, as if your whole existence had been erased. You collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball and wrapping your arms around your knees. Your mind was consumed by absolute agony.

You closed your eyes, hoping against hope that it was just a dark dream—that when you opened them, you'd wake up in your comfortable bed and safe. But as you reluctantly opened your eyes, the stark truth remained unchanged. "This isn't a dream," you whispered.

Your painful sobs echoed in the room, and you made no effort to stop them. You were exhausted. All of this was exhausting, after all.

Fate was cruel to you. Too cruel. First, it snatched away your mother, then your father. The person you trusted and called your best friend abandoned you during your darkest time, forcing you to face the trauma of witnessing your mother's death alone. It left a deep scar on your mind, creating trust issues that prevented you from making friends again.

In your 22 years of life, you remained alone, unable to open up to anyone. You never received love from anyone. Just when you started to think that everything was normal again after getting a job, your whole life changed drastically due to an accident. Fate snatched even the only thing you had- your identity.

"Why can't I have a normal life?"

Now, everything lay in ruins, shattered like a fragile house of cards. The most haunting part was that you couldn't piece it back together, even if you tried. You lost everything you worked for. Your breathing escalated, and your heart pounded so heavily that it physically hurt as it slammed against your chest. It took what little strength you had left to keep silent.

Every door to turning back was closed now.

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The faint glimmer of darkness heralded the sun's ascent, marking the dawn of a new day. Jungkook ground the cigarette butt underfoot, a final exhale trailing from his lips. A guard draped his coat over Jungkook's shoulders as his gaze settled on Max's battered form, a grim testament to the night's violence. His bruised knuckles told the story without words.

He gestured to his men, who swiftly nodded in response. With Taehyung at his side, Jungkook made his way out. Two guards restrained Max, ferrying him along, while others methodically doused the ship and its surroundings with kerosene.

Taehyung tossed two shirts to the women nearby. "Put these on and piss off," he instructed briskly. They complied without hesitation, fleeing the gruesome aftermath of bloodshed aboard the vessel.

Jungkook extracted another cigar, lighting it with a flick of his lighter, casting an eerie glow across his face. As he took a drag, he tossed the still-burning lighter to the ground, igniting a fire that spread like lightning. Within moments, the flames engulfed the ship.

The resulting explosion thundered through the air, sending shockwaves across the sea and a swirling mix of fire and fog into the sky. Birds screamed in disarray, their cries echoing the chaos unfolding below, while the ship's remnants vanished beneath the waves, erasing all evidence of its existence.

Unfazed, Jungkook strode toward his awaiting car, an embodiment of wrathful authority, his men following in silent obedience.

Sitting inside his car, Jungkook dialed Jimin's number. The line connected immediately.

"What's going on there, hyung?" Jungkook asked, starting his car's ignition.

"It's been more than seven hours, bro. Practically the whole night has passed, and she hasn't come out yet. I even heard something break inside. I'm worried about her," Jimin expressed his concern, his voice tense. Jungkook closed his eyes, absorbing the words. Jimin asked again "What are you going to do now, JK?"

After a long pause, Jungkook opened his eyes and responded with a resolute calm, "It's time to fix everything, hyung."

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Your mind was in complete turmoil as you shuffled like a lifeless soul. After a mental breakdown, you collapsed onto the cold floor, hugging yourself in exhaustion until sleep claimed you. After hours you were jolted awake by your phone ringing, Hana's number flashing on the screen. Her voice was thick with worry; you hadn't been to the Han mansion for the past two days. Quickly, you fabricated an excuse, claiming you were staying at a friend's house to work on a class project.

She still sounded worried but insisted you come home immediately due to an emergency. You agreed, promising to be there soon. Rising from the floor, you freshened up and applied concealer to mask the dark circles under your eyes. Thankfully, your makeup was still good, having been bought not long before your accident.

You styled your hair to conceal the bandage on your head, not wanting to face an onslaught of concerned questions from Jin Ae's parents. With that, you made your way to the Han mansion.

As you entered, your eyes swept over the gathered family in the living room. They settled on Jungkook, his expression blank yet piercing. Despite the concealer you applied, your bloodshot eyes from crying didn't escape his notice. His heart clenched at the sight of your distress.

Hana saw you and immediately approached, enveloping you in a hug. You remained unfazed by the gesture. "Jin Ae, it's good that you came. Actually, kiddo, I have something to tell you," she said. You nodded, prompting her to continue.

"Your father and I are going on a business trip to the US for about 29 days. It's really important. We wanted to take you and Soojin with us, but you both have school, and your studies would be affected." You frowned, confused about where this was leading. Hana's next words made your eyes widen in surprise.

"So we want you to stay with Mr. Jeon at the Jeon mansion during this time,''

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