age 27, Park Jimin is known as one thing — unbreakable.

A police inspector who rarely smiles and never lets emotions cloud justice.

His silence speaks louder than words, his stare cuts deeper than accusations.

People call him heartless — they’re wrong.

Jimin feels deeply, but hides it well.

Emotions once made him weak, and weakness, he learned, destroys lives.

To him, the world is simple: right or wrong.

Y/N is chaos wrapped in confidence.

age 23, she’s learned to survive on her own. Losing her parents made her strong, not cold.

Loud laughter, sharp tongue, fearless eyes — she never bows down.

For her, love isn’t weakness.

It’s loyalty.

It’s fire.

She doesn’t stay quiet, doesn’t step back —

and she has no idea how to stay away from Park Jimin.

Power. Control. Perfection.

age :- 38

Name :- Kim Joon

is Korea’s most respected surgeon and richest man — feared, admired, untouchable.

Emotionally distant to the world…

except for one person.

His sister.

Y/N is his weakness and his responsibility.

His protection is strict, his love suffocating, and his decisions?

Unquestionable.

Because losing her is something Kim Joon will never allow.

Quiet. Observant. Mysterious.

Name :- Taehyung

(speaks only when needed. His calm feels like peace in a storm.

He understands emotions without forcing them and believes love should be mutual.

He watches from the sidelines, listens more than he speaks —

and carries secrets powerful enough to change everything.

Including the truth about Park Jimin’s past.)

Grace in human form.

Name :-Min yumin

age:- 25

( chooses silence over drama and understanding over reaction.

She notices what others miss and speaks only when words matter.

She believes peace is a choice —

but knows when silence turns dangerous.

This story will test that belief.)

Name :- Niva

(y/n best friend

Sunshine with a backbone.

Age 22, Niva is Y/N’s emotional anchor. She jokes, supports, scolds, and stands firm — no matter the situation. When the world turns its back, Niva stays.

Because loyalty, to her, isn’t optional.)

This story “revenge” is a work of fiction.

All characters, events, and situations shown in this story are purely imaginary and created only for entertainment purposes.

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This is a slow-burn love story mixed with conflict, emotions, misunderstandings, and redemption.

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Part 1 | Fate’s First Trick

(Y/N POV)

Sometimes fate doesn’t announce itself.

It doesn’t warn you.

It just walks in quietly… and changes everything.

This story begins with one such moment.

I stood outside the restaurant for a full minute before entering.

Just one meeting, I told myself.

Smile, talk, leave.

Blind dates were not my thing.

Especially when they were forced by my overprotective, control-freak brother.

As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes scanned the place casually.

And then… they stopped.

Him.

Tall,Calm, Sitting alone by the window.

Black coat. Straight posture. A face that looked serious — almost intimidating.

My heart skipped.

Brother said he would be tall and handsome…

That has to be him.

For a second, doubt crept in.

What if I’m wrong? What if this gets awkward?

But backing down was never my style.

I took a deep breath and walked toward him, pretending my heart wasn’t racing.

The moment he noticed me, he stood up.

That alone caught me off guard.

He pulled the chair out for me, silently asking me to sit.

Okay… Handsome AND respectful? Dangerous combination.I sat down, trying to act normal.

Before he could even open his mouth, mine betrayed me. “So… um… what do you do?”

I paused, then added quickly, “Or hobbies?Anything.”Why am I like this? “Oh—and my name is Y/N. Nice to meet you,” I said, smiling.“…You’re very handsome.”

I mentally slapped myself.He chuckled softly.

Not loud. Not dramatic.Just… warm.

“Thank you,” he said. “But weren’t you scared coming here alone?”I blinked.

“If you ever feel unsafe,” he continued calmly“take my number. Call me.”

Wait…

Did my brother tell him about my fights?

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

A Little About Me

I lost my parents when I was young.

Since then, my elder brother Kim Joon became my guardian.Korea’s top surgeon.Scary. Strict. Overprotective.

I hate depending on him, so I work part-time while studying in college.I live with my best friend Niva — my safe place.What I don’t tell my brother is… I don’t need protection.I can fight my own battles.

Back at the table, he looked at me thoughtfully.

“So,” he said, “what about kids?”My brain stopped working.Kids?! Already?! Panic exploded inside my head.Wait— is the wedding already fixed?!

I blurted out without thinking.“I want three kids! I love kids! They’re adorable!”I kept talking, hands moving, heart racing.He stared at me.Confused. Shocked.“Three kids…?” he repeated slowly.

“What are you talking about?”I laughed nervously. “Why are you scared? I’ll manage everything. You just have to love me.”Silence.Then suddenly, he stood up.“Love?” he asked sharply.“I don’t

understand what you’re saying.”My smile faded.

“If you don’t like me, tell my brother to cancel the wedding,” I snapped.“Don’t trap me. I like you.”

“Marriage?!”His voice was loud enough to turn heads.The restaurant went quiet.My stomach dropped.That’s when I noticed her.Another girl. Sitting a few tables away.She stood up slowly.

“I’m Min yumin,” she said awkwardly.And beside

her…Kim Taehyung.Oh.Oh no.

“I— I’m really sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“I misunderstood.”

Heat rushed to my face as every pair of eyes in the restaurant turned toward me.

My chest tightened, breathing suddenly felt difficult.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him again.

Without waiting, without explaining, I grabbed my bag and hurried toward the exit —

heart pounding, thoughts scattered,

leaving behind confusion… and a man I wasn’t ready to face.

At Home

I threw myself onto the bed like my life was officially over.

“My brother forced me for months,” I groaned,

“and when I finally go… THIS happens!”

Niva burst out laughing.

“Your brother is scary anyway,” she said.

“Just looking at his face scares me.”

“Niva!” I yelled.

She wiped her tears. “Okay, okay. So… what did you mess up this time?”

I told her everything.

She laughed even harder.

“LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?!”

“Stop laughing!” I hid my face.

“I didn’t even ask his name. I’m doomed.”

She smiled. “Relax. You promised to help Goju grandmother today.”

I suddenly sat up straight.

“Oh no.”

Then I grabbed my bag and said firmly,

“If my brother comes, tell him I went for my part-time job.

I don’t want another lecture today.”

Niva nodded, still smiling.

“Got it.”

Noodle Stall — Chaos

(Y/N POV)

Goju grandmother’s stall was unusually busy when I reached. The smell of hot noodles, the clinking of bowls — everything felt normal.

Too normal.Then I heard laughter.Not happy laughter. Mocking Six boys walked in, loud and careless, taking up space like they owned it.

One of them pushed the bowl away.

“Seriously? Is this even edible?”

Another smirked. “Maybe it tastes bad because your hands are shaking, old lady.”

I froze.Grandmother forced a smile. “Eat properly or leave. Don’t disrespect food.”That’s when one of them stood up.“Or what?” he scoffed. “You’ll cry?” When she tried to take the bowl back, he shoved her.She stumbled.Something inside me snapped.I didn’t plan it. I didn’t think.

“Touch her again,” I said, my voice shaking with rage,“and I swear you’ll regret it.”They laughed.

Big mistake.I grabbed the boy’s collar and pushed him back.The stall erupted in chaos — bowls crashing, people shouting.A fist hit my shoulder. Pain shot through me.I stumbled… but stayed on my feet.I wasn’t strong enough.

I knew that.But backing down was never an option.I hit back.

I yelled.I protected her.

Even when my head spun and my lip split, I stood my ground.Sirens cut through the noise.

Police.Suddenly, they changed.

“She attacked us!” one of them shouted.

“She’s crazy!”I stared at them, breathless, furious.

Grandmother stepped forward despite shaking hands.“No,” she said firmly.“They were bullying first.”No one listened.Handcuffs clicked.

And just like that…we were taken to the police station.

Footsteps echoed behind me.

Slow.Controlled.Heavy with authority.

The air in the room changed.Conversations died down.Even the officers straightened.

I didn’t know why, but my heart started racing.

I looked up.A tall figure stepped into view, uniform sharp, presence impossible to ignore.

Not loud. Not aggressive.Just… powerful.

My breath caught in my throat.

Something about him felt familiar —dangerously familiar.His eyes lifted.And the moment they met mine, the world around me blurred.

Shock washed over me first.Then confusion.

Then a strange, unexplainable pull.Why did my chest tighten like that?Why did my heartbeat lose its rhythm?

💜 Author’s Note

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Y/N:

“Hey, mister handsome… do you remember me?

We met this morning.”

He didn’t even look up.

His pen moved calmly over the paper, as if I didn’t exist.

Y/N (POV):

What’s wrong with him?Why is he acting like we never met?Annoyance bubbled inside me.

Unbelievable.Before I could say anything, a strict voice cut through the room.

“Lock everyone up.”

My heart dropped.

Y/N (POV):

Great.

Today is officially the worst day of my life.

First that misunderstanding… and now this.

I clenched my fists.

And that annoying man—why is he making me this angry?!

Inside the cell, an unfamiliar man glanced at me, curiosity in his eyes.

Unknown Man:

“How did such a beautiful girl end up in a place like this?”

I scoffed.

Y/N:“Oh, this?”

“I’m here for my beauty treatment.”I gestured around dramatically.“These officers are my makeup artists, and this jail cell?”“My luxury spa room.”He went silent, clearly regretting talking to me.

A moment later, another officer approached him.

Officer:

“Sir, we checked her background.”

“She’s Doctor Kim Joon’s younger sister.”

For the first time, he stopped writing.Slowly, he looked up.

jimin:“Doctor Kim Joon’s sister?”

“Contact him immediately. Bring him here.”

Some Time Later

The station doors opened again.

A man in a formal suit walked in, followed by a senior lawyer. Manager:“I’m Doctor Kim Joon’s manager.” “I’m here regarding Kim Y/N’s release.”

He placed documents on the desk.

Jimin glanced at the papers once.

Then looked up.His voice was calm. Too calm.

Jimin:“So Doctor Kim Joon didn’t find it necessary to come himself?” “He sent his manager instead?”The room went quiet.

I felt something snap inside me.

I stepped forward before anyone could stop me.

Y/N:“You think my brother doesn’t care about me?”I met his eyes without fear.

“Let me clear something for you, mister.”My voice didn’t shake. “I may be sitting behind bars right now—” A small, confident smile curved my lips.

“But my brother’s life?”“It’s already a prison.”

I shrugged lightly.“Because he has to deal with me every single day.”The manager stiffened.

The lawyer cleared his throat.

Jimin didn’t react.Not a flicker.Not a word.

Just that unreadable stare.

I turned around, flipping my hair as I walked past them.

Behind me, a junior officer whispered—

Officer:“Sir… she just talked back to you.”

“And you didn’t even react?”

Jimin’s gaze followed my retreating figure.

Slow. Thoughtful.

Scene Change ✦

Later that day, I met Kim Taehyung.

I bowed slightly.

Y/N:“Please forgive me for leaving without saying anything that day.”“I’m really sorry.”He smiled softly.

Taehyung:“It’s okay. I understand.”

“I also made a mistake in recognizing you.”

There was a pause.

Taehyung:“I want to talk to you.”

Y/N:“You speak first.”

Taehyung: “No, you go ahead.”

Y/N: “There’s no ‘ladies first’ rule here.”

“You speak.”

Taehyung: “It’s fine, you—”

Y/N: “What is this?”

“When I say you speak, you should speak first!”

“Fine. I’ll speak.”

At the exact same time—

Taehyung: “I don’t like you.”

Y/N: “I can’t marry you.” We froze. Stared.

Then—

Taehyung:“I think our personalities don’t match.”

“But don’t worry, I won’t force you.”

Y/N: “Wait—stop with this filmy dialogue!”

“But tell me, what’s missing in me, huh?”

I crossed my arms.

“Even if you promise to love me for seven lifetimes,”“I still won’t marry you. Just go!”

He looked startled.

Taehyung:

“I’m sorry—that’s not what I meant.”“Please calm down.”

I burst out laughing.

Y/N:“Relax. I was just joking.”

He laughed too. Bus itna rakho or story end karo yaha pe bus or thanks or reader's ko a/p bolo

He laughed too.

For a moment, the air felt light.

No pressure. No expectations.

Just two strangers finally saying what needed to be said.

And honestly?

It felt… freeing.

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