You were watering the plants in your small garden while your grandmother sat beside you, quietly knitting, when the door suddenly opened.”

The soft chirping of birds and the gentle morning breeze made everything feel calm—almost too calm. It was one of those ordinary days you never questioned.

Until he showed up.

Before you could say anything, Jae suddenly pulled you into a hug, making you freeze in surprise.

“Y/N… you’re my sister, right?” he said softly, pulling back with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You frowned slightly. He barely visited. Weeks—sometimes months—passed without a word from him. And now he was here… acting like this?

Something felt wrong.

“I need your help,” he continued quickly, his tone almost desperate. “I want to make your life—and grandma’s—better. We’ll move to another city. I already found a house for us.”

Your grip tightened around the watering can. Move? Just like that?

Before you could question him further, he placed a set of papers in your hands.

“You just have to sign these,” he said. “Once we sell this house, we’ll leave this place and start fresh.”

Your eyes scanned the papers, but your mind wasn’t fully processing the words. Everything was happening too fast.

A part of you hesitated.

But then again… he was your brother.

For a moment, you paused.

Then… you trusted him.

And without thinking too much—

you signed the papers.

A second later—

A gunshot echoed through the house.

You flinched violently, your heart racing as fear shot through your veins.

Jae’s expression changed instantly.

Without looking back… without saying a single word…

He ran.

Straight out the door.

Leaving you and your grandmother behind.

“Jae—!” your voice trembled, but he was already gone.

Your heart dropped.

Before you could even understand what was happening, the door burst open with force.

Men in black suits stormed inside, their presence overwhelming, their movements sharp and precise.

Fear wrapped around you like chains.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t think.

Then—

A voice cut through the silence.

Cold. Controlled. Deadly.

“Where is he?”

Your breath hitched as you slowly lifted your gaze.

A man stood in front of you.

Dressed entirely in black.

Perfectly composed.

Handsome… but terrifying.

There was something about him—something dangerous, something that made your instincts scream to run.

But your legs refused to move.

He stepped closer.

“I asked you,” his voice lowered, sending chills down your spine,

“where is he?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Behind him, his men had already started searching the house—opening doors, checking every corner.

But Jae was gone.

Your grandmother slowly stood up, her hands trembling slightly but her voice firm.

“Who are you… and what do you want?”

One of the men immediately raised his weapon toward her.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“No!” you stepped forward in panic. “Please… don’t hurt my grandma!”

The man in front of you—

he smirked.

A cold, dangerous smirk.

“Oh… so she’s precious to you,” he said, tilting his head slightly.

Your stomach twisted.

“Then tell me where he is… or—”

“Or what?” your grandmother cut him off, her voice suddenly sharp despite her age.

You turned toward her in shock.

“I won’t tell you anything,” she continued firmly. “That boy is my grandson. I raised him. You have no right to come into our house like this.”

The air shifted.

You felt it.

The sudden change in his expression.

The coldness in his eyes deepened.

Danger rose—silent but deadly.

“Grandma, please…” you whispered, fear gripping your chest.

You reached for her, trying to pull her back, but everything was happening too fast.

A sudden movement—

A loud sound—

And then…

Silence.

Your world stopped.

Your body froze.

Your eyes widened as you stared at your grandmother.

She collapsed.

Right in front of you.

“Grandma…?” your voice broke.

You dropped to your knees beside her, your hands trembling as tears blurred your vision.

“No… no… please…”

Your chest tightened painfully as reality hit you.

She wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t responding.

She was gone.

Something inside you shattered.

Slowly… you looked up.

Your tear-filled eyes locked onto him.

“Why…?” your voice trembled with anger and pain.

“What did she ever do to you…?”

For a second, he said nothing.

Then—

He stepped closer.

His presence felt suffocating.

“She didn’t,” he said coldly.

His hand suddenly grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

You gasped in pain.

“But his blood did.”

Your heart pounded violently.

His grip tightened slightly.

“And now…” his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper,

“you’ll suffer… until you tell me where your brother is.”

Your breath shook.

Because standing in front of you…

was Jeon Jungkook — the man who just destroyed your world. 🖤

Your body trembled as his grip tightened painfully in your hair.

Tears blurred your vision, but your eyes still burned with anger—raw, uncontrollable anger.

Your grandmother…

The image of her falling… her unmoving body…

It replayed in your mind again and again, suffocating you.

Your chest felt heavy, your breath uneven, yet somehow—

you forced yourself to look at him.

Not with fear.

But with hatred.

“I won’t tell you anything.”

Your voice trembled… but the words were clear.

For a moment, silence stretched between you.

Then—

A low chuckle escaped his lips.

Cold. Mocking.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” he said, tilting his head slightly as if studying you.

His grip loosened, and you stumbled back, gasping softly.

“But strength…” he stepped closer again, his presence suffocating,

“breaks very easily.”

Your jaw clenched.

“Not mine.”

For a second—just a second—something flickered in his eyes.

Interest.

Then it disappeared.

“We’ll see.”

With a simple gesture of his hand, everything changed.

His men moved instantly.

Rough hands grabbed you before you could react.

“No—leave me!” you struggled, your voice sharp, refusing to sound weak.

You kicked, pushed, tried to free yourself—

but they were stronger.

Much stronger.

One of them covered your mouth.

Your screams turned into muffled sounds.

Your heart pounded wildly as panic tried to take over—

but you forced it down.

You wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

Not him.

Not after what he did.

The last thing you saw—

was your house.

The place that once felt like home…

now destroyed.

Empty.

Gone.

Darkness consumed you.

Silence.

Then pain.

A sharp ache spread through your head as consciousness slowly returned.

You let out a quiet groan, your fingers twitching slightly as you forced your eyes open.

The ceiling above you was unfamiliar.

White. Smooth. Perfect.

Too perfect.

Your brows furrowed as confusion settled in.

Where were you?

You pushed yourself up slowly, your body weak, your movements unsteady.

Your gaze moved around the room—

and you froze.

It was huge.

Luxurious.

Every detail screamed wealth—expensive furniture, elegant decor, soft lighting.

But something about it felt wrong.

Cold.

Empty.

Like a beautiful prison.

Your breath hitched.

“So this is his world…” you whispered bitterly.

You quickly got off the bed, ignoring the dizziness, and rushed toward the door.

You grabbed the handle—

Locked.

Of course.

A bitter laugh escaped your lips.

“Kidnapping wasn’t enough?” you muttered.

“You had to lock me up too?”

You stepped back, running a hand through your hair, trying to steady your breathing.

Panic tried to rise again—

but you pushed it down.

No.

You wouldn’t break.

Not here.

Not in front of him.

The sound of the door unlocking made your body stiffen instantly.

Your gaze snapped toward it.

The door opened slowly.

And he walked in.

Jeon Jungkook

Dressed in black.

Calm.

Untouched by chaos.

As if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn’t just destroyed your life.

Your fists clenched.

“You’re awake,” he said casually, as if this was a normal conversation.

Your lips curled into a bitter smile.

“Disappointed?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Why would I be?”

You took a step closer.

Your fear was still there—deep inside—but you refused to show it.

“Because I didn’t die.”

Silence.

For a moment, his gaze locked onto yours.

Then—

he smiled.

Slow. Dangerous.

“That would make things… boring.”

Your stomach twisted in disgust.

“You’re sick.”

He didn’t react.

Didn’t get angry.

That made it worse.

“And you’re in no position to judge.”

His calm tone sent chills down your spine.

“Let me go,” you demanded, your voice firm despite everything.

He looked at you—really looked at you this time.

As if analyzing every reaction, every breath.

Then he took a step closer.

And another.

Until you could feel his presence all around you.

“Do you really think you have a choice?”

Your jaw tightened.

“I have enough to make your life hell.”

A small pause.

Then—

he laughed.

Not loudly.

Not crazily.

Just a quiet, amused sound.

And somehow…

that was more terrifying.

“You already lost everything,” he said softly.

“What exactly do you have left to threaten me with?”

Your breath caught.

For a second—

just a second—

his words hit where it hurt the most.

But instead of breaking—

you stepped closer.

Closing the distance yourself this time.

“You’re wrong.”

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“I still have something.”

A pause.

“My hate.”

Silence filled the room.

Heavy. Thick.

His gaze darkened.

And for the first time—

you felt it.

Not just control.

Not just power.

But something deeper.

Interest.

Dangerous interest.

He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.

“Good.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Because you’ll need it.”

A chill ran through your entire body.

You refused to step back.

Even when every instinct screamed at you to run.

“I’m not telling you anything about Jae.”

His expression didn’t change.

But the air did.

“We’ll see how long that lasts.”

You scoffed.

“You think you can scare me?”

He tilted his head slightly.

“No.”

A pause.

Then—

“I know I can break you.”

Your heartbeat quickened.

But you didn’t look away.

Didn’t flinch.

“Try.”

The word slipped out before you could stop it.

Silence.

Then—

that same smirk appeared on his lips.

Dark. Promising. Dangerous.

He stepped back slowly, as if giving you space—

but somehow making it feel worse.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

He turned toward the door.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your emotions a mix of anger, pain, and something you refused to name.

Before leaving, he stopped.

Without turning around, he spoke—

“Don’t let her get comfortable.”

Your heart dropped instantly.

The door opened.

Then closed.

And just like that—

he was gone.

But the fear he left behind…

stayed.

You stood there, alone in the silent room.

Your hands slowly clenched into fists.

Your nails digging into your palms.

Tears filled your eyes again—

but this time, you didn’t let them fall.

Instead…

you wiped them away.

Your gaze hardened.

“I won’t break.”

Your voice was quiet.

But your resolve wasn’t.

Because now—

this wasn’t just about survival.

This was about revenge.

And no matter how powerful he was…

no matter how dangerous this place was…

you would make him pay.

Even if it destroyed you in the proces

The silence in the room felt heavier than before.

Not empty. Not calm.

It was suffocating.

Like the walls were closing in on you slowly, trapping every breath inside your chest.

You sat on the cold marble floor, your back pressed against the side of the bed, your knees pulled tightly to your chest. Your arms wrapped around them weakly, as if that was the only thing keeping you from completely falling apart.

Your throat burned.

Every breath felt dry… painful.

You didn’t know how long it had been.

Hours.

Maybe a full day.

No food.

No water.

Nothing.

Only his words echoing again and again in your head—

“You’ll speak… or you’ll suffer.”

Your eyes slowly closed, but the moment darkness surrounded you—

You saw her.

Your grandmother.

Her soft smile.

Her gentle eyes.

The way she used to call your name—

A gunshot.

Your eyes snapped open instantly.

A sharp breath escaped your lips.

“No…” your voice came out broken, barely there.

Tears gathered again, even though you thought there were none left.

“Grandma…” you whispered, your fingers tightening around your arms.

Your chest ached.

“I couldn’t save you…”

A tear slipped down your cheek.

Then another.

And another.

Your breathing became uneven as memories hit you one after another.

Her laughter.

Her warmth.

Her presence.

Gone.

Just like that.

Because of him.

Because of—

Your expression changed.

“Jae…” you whispered, your voice slowly filling with anger.

Your jaw clenched.

“You liar…”

Your fingers dug into your skin.

“You said you wanted to protect us…”

A bitter, broken laugh escaped your lips.

“Protect?” your voice shook.

“You ran away…”

Tears streamed faster now.

“You left us there…”

Your breathing became heavier.

“You left her there…”

Your voice cracked completely.

“If it wasn’t for you…”

A pause.

A painful one.

“She would still be alive…”

Silence filled the room again.

But this time—

It wasn’t empty.

It was filled with grief.

With anger.

With something slowly breaking inside you.

The sound of the lock clicking made your entire body stiffen.

Your head snapped toward the door.

Your heart started pounding again.

The door opened slowly.

And he walked in.

Just like always.

Calm.

Composed.

Untouched.

As if nothing had changed.

As if nothing mattered.

Your eyes hardened instantly.

“I told you already…” your voice came out weak, but steady, “I don’t know where he is.”

He didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he walked inside slowly, his steps echoing softly against the floor.

The door closed behind him.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Tighter.

His presence alone was enough to suffocate you.

He stopped a few steps away from you, his eyes locked onto yours.

Cold.

Sharp.

Unreadable.

“Still lying?” he asked quietly.

“I’m not lying,” you shot back, even though your voice trembled slightly.

He tilted his head just a little, observing you like you were something he needed to understand.

“Then you’re useless.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Or maybe…” you whispered, forcing yourself to stand up despite your weak body, “you’re just too blind to see the truth.”

A flicker.

Something shifted in his gaze.

But it disappeared quickly.

He took a step closer.

Instinctively, your body tensed.

“I don’t repeat myself,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know!” you snapped, frustration finally breaking through your exhaustion. “How many times do I have to say it?!”

Your breathing grew heavier.

“He used me too! He lied to me! He made me sign those papers and ran away like a coward!”

Silence.

You stared at him, your eyes burning with anger.

“And now I’m the one suffering for his mistakes.”

He didn’t say anything.

Just kept looking at you.

Studying.

Measuring.

Judging.

“Do you think this is fair?” you asked, your voice dropping, almost breaking.

“Fair?” he repeated slowly, as if the word itself meant nothing to him.

“Yes, fair!” you stepped closer, ignoring the weakness in your legs. “What did I do? Tell me! What did I do to deserve this?!”

For a moment—

There was silence.

Then he moved.

Fast.

His hand grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him harshly.

You gasped softly, your body reacting instantly to the sudden movement.

“You’re in no position to question me,” he said, his voice darker now.

Pain shot through your arm, but you didn’t look away.

“Or what?” you whispered, your eyes meeting his with defiance. “You’ll kill me too? Like you killed my grandmother?”

That did it.

Something changed in him.

Not guilt.

Not regret.

Something colder.

“She got in the way,” he said flatly.

Your heart shattered again.

“She was protecting me!” you shouted, your voice breaking. “She didn’t deserve that!”

“And neither did I,” he snapped suddenly, his grip tightening.

You froze.

That was the first time his voice raised.

Your brows furrowed slightly.

“What…?”

His jaw clenched.

For a second, it felt like he was about to say something more.

Something real.

But then—

He stopped.

His expression hardened again.

The moment was gone.

“Enough,” he said coldly, pushing you away slightly.

You stumbled back, barely keeping your balance.

“You’ll speak,” he continued, his tone calm again. “Everyone does.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I won’t,” you whispered.

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

“We’ll see.”

He turned toward the door.

Fear crept into your chest.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, your voice softer now—not weak, but cautious.

He paused.

Then without turning back—

“Break you.”

And then he walked out.

The door closed.

Locked.

Silence returned.

But this time—

It felt wrong.

Too quiet.

Too still.

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Something wasn’t right.

Then—

A sound.

Faint.

Barely noticeable.

Scratch…

Your body froze.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“No…”

Another sound.

Closer this time.

Scratch… scratch…

Your eyes slowly moved toward the corner of the room.

Your heart started pounding violently.

“No… no…”

A small movement.

Something ran across the floor.

You gasped.

Your body reacted instantly, stepping back.

And then you saw it.

A mouse.

Your vision blurred for a second.

“No… please no…”

Your voice trembled uncontrollably.

Before you could react—

Another one appeared.

Then another.

Your breathing became uneven.

“Stop… please… stop…”

You shook your head, backing away until your back hit the wall.

They kept coming.

Small.

Fast.

Everywhere.

Your chest tightened painfully.

“No—NO—GET THEM AWAY!”

A scream tore from your throat.

You pulled your legs up, pressing yourself into the corner, your hands gripping your hair as panic completely took over your body.

“I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” you cried out, your voice breaking. “PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW!”

Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably.

Your whole body shook.

You couldn’t breathe properly.

Couldn’t think.

Couldn’t move.

Only fear.

Pure, overwhelming fear.

Outside the room—

He stood there.

Still.

Silent.

Your screams echoed through the hallway.

His jaw tightened slightly.

His fingers twitched at his side.

For a moment—

Just a moment—

He moved toward the door.

As if he was about to open it.

As if he was about to stop this.

Your voice—

broken, desperate—

reached him again.

“Please… I’m scared… please…”

His hand stopped on the handle.

His expression changed.

Something softened.

Something… human.

Then—

A memory.

Jae.

Blood.

Betrayal.

His eyes darkened instantly.

His hand dropped.

The softness disappeared.

Replaced by cold anger again.

“Not yet,” he muttered under his breath.

And he stepped back.

Leaving you there.

Inside—

You were breaking.

Completely.

“I can’t… I can’t…” you cried, your voice shaking uncontrollably.

Your body felt numb.

Weak.

You curled into yourself, trying to escape something that was everywhere.

“I want grandma…” you whispered, your voice small, broken like a child.

“I’m scared…”

Your breathing turned into uneven gasps.

“I don’t know anything… please believe me…”

But no one came.

No one saved you.

Time passed.

You didn’t know how much.

Eventually—

Your body gave up.

Exhaustion took over.

Your screams faded into weak sobs.

Your vision blurred.

And slowly—

Darkness consumed you.

Outside—

He stood there again.

Silent.

Listening.

Your voice had disappeared.

The screams had stopped.

Only silence remained.

His expression didn’t change.

But his eyes…

They stayed on that door longer than before

“Break all you want…” he whispered quietly,

“…you still won’t leave me.”