chapter 4

The mystery of the WINGS members became a legend within the halls of BigHit. Even though BTS shared the same building, the two groups were kept on strictly different schedules. Whenever the girls entered a room, the staff shouted a warning so that any male idols could turn away or leave the area.

In the BTS lounge, the frustration was mounting, especially for the two youngest members.

"It’s been months!" Taehyung groaned, flopping onto the rug. "How can we be under the same roof and I still haven't seen Saba’s face? I only see her eyes, and they haunt my dreams."

Namjoon looked up from his notebook. "Respect the rules, Tae. Hitman Bang is serious. He wants the 'Reveal' to be the biggest thing in K-pop history. The 'Masked Goddesses'—that’s what the fans are already calling them."

Jungkook was unusually quiet, staring at a blurred reflection in the window. "I don't care about the 'Goddess' title," he muttered. "I just want to know why she looks so sad. Even when she’s dancing perfectly... her eyes look like they're fighting a war."

Jimin smirked, nudging Jungkook. "You mean Ana? The maknae? You've been practicing in the room next to hers for three hours every day. Don't think we haven't noticed."

The Recording Session: The Hidden Voices

Inside the recording booth, the five girls were working on their debut title track, “Unchained.” Mr. Bang sat behind the glass. "Ana, the bridge. I need more emotion. Imagine you are breaking out of a cage."

Ana stood before the mic. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she wasn't in a high-tech studio. She was back in the cold basement, the smell of blood in her nose, her father's voice screaming that she was the reason her mother was dead.

She opened her mouth, and a haunting, powerful melody poured out. It was so raw that the engineers froze.

"Beautiful," Mr. Bang whispered.

When they stepped out for a break, the girls gathered in the small hallway. Hana handed Ana a bottle of water. "You okay? You went somewhere dark just now."

"I'm fine," Ana said, her voice returning to its usual icy calm. She adjusted her black mask, making sure not a single inch of her skin was visible.

Eera leaned against Saba. "Did you hear? BTS is filming their 'I Need U' content in the next studio. We have to be extra careful today."

Saba’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and excitement. "I don't want to see them. If Father sees a photo of us near a man, he’ll find a way to drag us back."

"He won't," Saba’s voice hardened, her anger issue bubbling under the surface. "If he tries to touch us again, I’ll show him exactly what I learned in these five months. We aren't helpless little girls anymore."

The Near Miss

As they moved toward the elevator to head back to their dorm, a door swung open. Jungkook stepped out, holding a camera. He wasn't supposed to be there.

The girls froze.

"Ah!" Jungkook stopped, startled. He saw the five hooded figures. His eyes immediately locked onto the smallest one—Ana. Even through the oversized hoodie, her posture was regal, her hazel eyes piercing through the shadows of her cap.

"Sorry!" Jungkook said, quickly looking at the floor. "I... I thought the hallway was clear."

Ana didn't say a word. She stepped forward, walking right past him. As she did, the scent of her hair—a mix of cold rain and expensive soap—lingered in the air.

Saba followed, her light brown eyes darting nervously toward him before she lowered her head.

Once they were in the elevator and the doors closed, Shara let out a breath she’d been holding. "That was close. That was Jeon Jungkook. If he had seen our faces, we’d be in so much trouble."

"He didn't see anything," Ana said firmly, though her heart was hammering against her ribs. "And he never will. Until the world sees us, we don't exist."

The Eve of the MV Release

The night before the "Unchained" MV was set to drop, the sisters sat on their balcony. For the first time, in the privacy of their high-floor dorm, they took off their masks.

The moonlight hit Ana’s hazel-green eyes and the mole above her lip. She looked like a masterpiece carved from marble.

"Tomorrow," Saba whispered, looking at her sister. "Tomorrow the whole world will know Kim Ana and Kim Saba. Father will see us. The brothers in America will see us."

"Let them look," Ana said, a small, dangerous smile touching her lips for the first time. "Let them see exactly what they couldn't break."

Would you like to move to the MV release day and see the reaction of BTS and the world when the masks finally come off?

The day had finally arrived. May 2015. The K-pop world was in a frenzy. The "Masked Goddesses" were about to be revealed.

Inside the BTS dorm, the seven members were huddled around a large TV screen, laptops open to watch the view count. The countdown for the WINGS debut music video, “Unchained,” was at ten seconds.

"Here we go!" J-Hope shouted, leaning forward. "Finally, the mystery ends!"

Taehyung was chewing his lip, his eyes fixed on the screen. Jungkook sat on the floor, his hands gripped into fists. He wasn't just curious; he was breathless.

The Reveal

The music video started with a haunting violin. The screen was dark, showing five figures in cages. One by one, the lights flickered on.

When the camera zoomed in on Saba, the room gasped. Her thick eyebrows and long, elegant eyes were mesmerizing. Her light brown eyes flashed with a fiery anger that fit the "Unchained" concept perfectly.

"She's... she's stunning," Taehyung whispered, his face turning red. "That’s her. That’s Saba."

Then, the beat dropped, and the center figure stepped forward. The camera did a slow, cinematic zoom on Ana. She threw back her hood, revealing her long black hair and her hazel-green eyes. The mole above her upper lip was the perfect "beauty mark" on her goddess-like face.

The room went dead silent.

"She looks... like she's not human," Jin muttered, shocked. "Her beauty is intimidating."

Jungkook didn't say anything. He couldn't. He stared at Ana on the screen—the way she danced with a cold, sharp precision, and the way her eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets. He felt a strange ache in his chest, a mix of admiration and a deep, intuitive worry.

The Aftermath: The World Reacts

Within one hour, “Unchained” hit 10 million views. The internet was breaking.

* “Who are these girls? Kim Ana is a 10/10 visual!”

* “Saba’s dance is so aggressive, I love it!”

* “They speak 5 languages? Are they even real?”

Back at the BigHit building, the girls were finally allowed to walk the halls without masks. However, the sisters didn't look happy. They looked like soldiers.

As they walked toward Mr. Bang’s office, they ran into BTS in the main lounge. This time, there were no masks. No hoodies.

Taehyung stood up immediately, walking toward Saba. "You... you did amazing. The MV was incredible. I'm Taehyung."

Saba looked at his outstretched hand. Her anger issue made her want to snap at him for being too close, but she remembered Hana’s training. She gave a stiff, polite bow. "Thank you, Sunbaenim. I am Saba."

Jungkook walked up slowly, stopping a few feet away from Ana. Up close, her beauty was even more paralyzing. Her hazel eyes were like glass.

"Your vocals in the bridge," Jungkook said, his voice a bit shaky. "How do you make it sound so... painful?"

Ana looked him directly in the eye. For a split second, the coldness wavered, but she quickly pulled her iron mask back over her emotions. "Technique, Sunbaenim. Nothing more."

A Dark Shadow

While the world celebrated, a dark room in a Seoul mansion was filled with the blue light of a computer screen. Kim Min-jun watched the video of his daughters over and over. He saw the scars on their backs hidden perfectly by their expensive costumes.

"So," he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. "You used my enemy's platform to show your faces to the world."

The stepmother stood behind him, smirking.

"They look like they've forgotten who they belong to."

Min-jun picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Find out their dorm address. And send a message to the eldest brothers in the US. Tell them their sisters have become 'public dolls.' That should bring them home."

Back at the Dorm

The five girls of WINGS were celebrating with a small cake. Hana was hugging Eera, and Shara was reading the global charts.

Ana was in the kitchen, washing a glass. Saba walked in, her face pale.

"Ana," Saba whispered in Japanese. "I saw a black car outside the building today. It looked like Father’s."

Ana’s hand tightened around the glass until it nearly cracked. She looked at her sister, her 150 IQ already calculating the risks.

"He can't touch us here, Saba," Ana said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We are BigHit’s biggest assets now. If he tries to take us, we don't hide. We fight. We have the world watching us now. That is our shield."

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