“Stop crying, Yn,” he finally said, voice smooth like velvet but with the sting of steel underneath.
“I’ve made my decision. Go home. Take some rest. Inform me by tomorrow. If I don’t hear from you… I’ll assume you chose yourself over your family.”
There it was—the unspoken threat, hidden under a layer of calmness so terrifying it made her blood run cold. The guilt he planted wasn’t hers to carry, but it wrapped itself around her neck like the thorny vines of climbing rose.
She looked at him, really looked, trying to search for the boy who used to smile softly at her, the man who once helped her in silence, who had gentle eyes and quiet respect.
He wasn’t there.
Maybe he never was.
Maybe this—this cold, calculated, dangerous version—was the real Jungkook all along. All before this was just a facade.
“I guess we have nothing more to talk about. I’ll ask Woojin to drop you home.”
His tone was final.
She turned without a word, not even glancing back as she walked out of his office. Jungkook dialed Woojin and gave only one instruction.
“Make sure she gets home safely.”
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Outside
Yn’s steps were heavy, each one echoing with the chaos inside her. The elevator at the end of the corridor opened and Woojin stepped aside to let her in. He didn’t ask—he couldn’t. Her face said enough.
Inside the car, she sat in silence. Tears welled up again, slowly rolling down her cheeks as she thought of her Appa, of her Oppa. Of the empire they had built with years of sacrifice. And now, it could all be gone… all because of her.
All because of him.
By the time she reached home, her soul felt hollow. She walked in, ignoring the house staff, ignoring everything, and locked herself in her room. Her back slid down the door as her knees gave in. She broke again.
This wasn’t just fear.
This was despair.
He meant it. He would go to any length to make her his even if it meant destroying her entire world.
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Late Evening – Time Skip
Yn didn’t know when her tears lulled her to sleep. She woke up with a sore back, pounding headache, and eyes swollen beyond measure. She barely had the strength to stand.
Should she tell Appa? Oppa? What if they did something drastic?
No.
No, she couldn’t let this be their burden. Jungkook had put her in this position. And she had to make the decision.
But was there even a choice?
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. It was Martha, informing her that her family was waiting at the dinner table. She realised she'd skipped lunch. She wiped her face, washed up, and tried to compose herself.
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YN
I took my seat beside Appa, feeling Oppa’s stare land on me almost immediately.
“Yn dear, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve cried rivers. Is everything okay at university?” Appa asked, his voice filled with warmth and concern. My throat clenched at the sound of it.
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