Shadow Embrace

Reason for our meet

Guys I have made huge changes bcz I felt something was off. So, pls understand.

Taehyung- The son of Kim family. Even Yoojin's childhood bestie.

Jungkook- The Mafia of Jeon family. Yoojin's fiancé.

Yoojin: The daughter of Park family. Softest and  Prettiest girl in the whole world.

Jimin: Son of Park family. Yoojin's older brother.

Yoojin's other names: in case if you be confused.
Y/n, Jin, Y/nie

Friend's of main leads:
Sooya: Yoojin's bestie
Seojun: Taehyung's bestie

Parents of main leads:
Mr and Mrs. Park- Y/n's parents
Mr and Mrs.Kim- Tae's parents

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A glimpse of the story to make you curious >•<
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Story:

"I have thousand what!?" Yoojin was talking to a girl but then a voice came that woke her up from her dream.. "YooJin, wake up you should go to you school!" It's YooJin's mom Mrs.Park
''O my God, so it's a dream huh?'' Yoojin talks to herself.

"Eomma, I dreamt that I had thousand husbands.'' Y/n says widening her eyes as soon as her mom enters the room.
"Enough, I'm gonna tell to Jungkook. Now be ready! You have college fest today. It's 7:30 already."

Y/n says Ok °~° and rushes to the bathroom.

YooJin goes down, takes her breakfast and eats it on the way in the car as it was already being late to school.

Yoojin was a business major—not just by choice, but by blood. Since childhood, she'd been obsessed with entrepreneurship. Not the textbook kind, but the kind that made empires. She wanted to be rich—not for the luxury, but for the aura. The kind her father carried into every room. He didn't speak much. He didn't need to. His presence did the talking. Yet he was warm, approachable, the kind of man who made power look gentle.

Yoojin, though? She was a storm in heels. A bad girl with dreams too high for anyone to reach—except her. She didn't just want success. She wanted dominance. She pursued her BBA like it was war, and she won. Topped her university. Broke records. Raised eyebrows. Now, the next step loomed: training. She had to find a new university for it. Something elite. Something worthy.

But right now? She was late.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she rushed, gown half-zipped, phone buzzing with reminders. Her hair was still damp from the shower, her lipstick half-done. The graduation ceremony was waiting. So were the cameras. So were the whispers. She didn't care. She was Yoojin Jeon. She'd arrive late, but she'd arrive loud.

As Y/n enters the school gates and two girls come to her and takes her bag to carry it. Everyone in this school is afraid of Y/n because she is the richest and cruel. When she was goes to enter the class, she hears a voice calling her name and turns back.
YooJinaaaa......... >-< Sooya says and hugs her tightly.

Sooya and Yoojin were inseparable—two halves of a rhythm that never missed a beat. They couldn't go a day without each other, and their morning hug had become a sacred ritual, like a secret handshake only they understood. "Y/n..." Sooya whispered, arms wrapping around her best friend in a warm embrace. "Delightful morning. Missed me?" she teased, giving Yoojin a playful punch on the shoulder.

"Yeah, too much!" Yoojin grinned, her voice laced with affection. "But we're late. Let's go now!" The urgency hit them both at once. Gowns fluttering, heels clacking against the polished floor, they dashed toward the assembly hall, laughter trailing behind them like confetti.

The hall was already buzzing—families seated, cameras flashing, the air thick with pride and anticipation. Yoojin adjusted her cap, her heart thudding beneath layers of ambition and nerves. She scanned the crowd, spotting her father in the front row, his posture regal, his smile subtle. He didn't wave. He didn't need to. His presence was enough.

Sooya grabbed her hand, squeezing it once. "You're glowing," she whispered.

"I sure am." Yoojin muttered, but her eyes sparkled. The dean stepped up to the podium, voice echoing through the hall. Names were called, applause erupted, and one by one, dreams walked across the stage. When Yoojin's name was announced, the room seemed to pause. She walked with purpose—chin high, steps steady, the weight of her journey stitched into every thread of her gown.

She accepted her certificate, bowed slightly, and turned to face the crowd. Her father nodded once. That was all she needed.

Backstage, Sooya tackled her in a hug. "Top of the university, baby!" she squealed.

Yoojin laughed, breathless. "Now comes the real game."

It was time to go, and their families had gathered—parents exchanging smiles, light chatter filling the air as they started talking. The warmth of familiarity wrapped around them, but beneath it, something was brewing. "I need to tell you something," Sooya said, her voice quieter than usual.

"What is it now? Don't be hesitant," Y/n replied, already bracing herself. She hated emotional scenes. If anyone cried in front of her, she'd probably throw a punch—except for Sooya. She was the exception. The only one. "It's just that... we're shifting to Seoul City," Sooya pouted.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Why the fuck suddenly?" she snapped, letting out a dramatic sigh. "So we're just gonna vanish from each other's university lives now?" Sooya gripped her hands tighter, forcing Y/n to meet her gaze. "Yeah... my dad said there's a good university in Seoul." Y/n pulled one hand free and cupped Sooya's cheek, her brow raised like a warning. "Which university, exactly?"

"S-Seoul Star University," Sooya stuttered, visibly shaken by Y/n's glare. Everyone knew—when Y/n was angry, even the sky held its breath. Y/n turned to leave, dramatic as ever, but paused when Sooya blurted, "Let's enjoy this d—"

Y/n didn't wait. She grabbed Sooya's wrist and dragged her out like a woman on a mission.

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I'm sorry that first part is very little the next part is going to shock you because of the length. Don't forget to comment and vote.

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