Y/N'S POV.

I woke up...smooth rays of sun was beaming thorough the curtains...

I was in Jimin's room. No was there. I tried to get up...but i was not able to.

Just one simple question....total damage... Huh !!

I was connected to I V...feeling so weak.

"Hey SHORTIEE !!"...Taehyung entered calling me...

"Woke up ?"

"Yea"...

"How are you now ? Feeling better ? "

"No...but i'm not having any strength to do anything"...

"You should rest well...
But i don't know...how one simple question...broke you down in one second.
If Jungkook would've not asked you that...You've would've been fine now"....

"It's ok...Taehyung...he just asked it...as a normal qusstion..it's not his fault".

"I can see that you've had a terrible past..with your family...i don't know what they did to you...but i know for sure that...it would be very terrible".

"You can tell me...if you want to..that too if you are comfortable with me"...

"I still don't understand...i have done things...which i should not do...i manipulated you...drugged you...spied on you...i even wanted to put you guys in jail...and take down everything from you guys"...

"BUT WHY YOU ARE BEING SO KIND TOWARDS ME"...

"I don't think you should be punished...or treat you cruel...you are so NAIVE. So you can be manipulated too"...

"Never in my life...no one showed me this much of kindness towards me...many have cared for me...but in the end...it turned out to be FAKE".

"Soo...do you wanna tell about your past ? Do you feel comfortable with me ?"

"Yes...i will tell you...and i do feel comfortable with you"...

"It all started from my childhood"...

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Y/N'S POV. ( PAST ).

I was a very active girl...i've always admired and cherished simple things in life...and never ever wished to live a rich and materialistic life...

But my parents were not like me...they were very rich..and did anything and even they would go down their level to get anything that would make them rich...

"Mom...can we go out and play...will you spend some time with me ?"

"Not at all...why would i spend time with you...you are not even like us...so that's a no...go now...and don't come in front of me...or come near me...stay away".

So i went to dad...

"Dada...will you spend some time with me..and play"...

"No i won't...i will do anything if you...become like us...and do everything we say"...

"No dada...i don't wanna become like you guys"...

"You idiot !!! How many times should i say that.. you should be like us...filthy idiot..get lost !!"

I ran down crying....no one were there with me....

BY THE TIME I WAS 15 YEARS OLD.

"But there was one person...who cared for me...and fought for me"...

"He is my brother"...

He was like my pillar....he saved me from my parents many times...my parents loved him a lot...

Because he was brought up like them in appearance..but inside he was just like me...he just loved to live a simple life.

He saved me from all the ill fights and sometimes from thrashing.

He was always been with me during my hard times..he encouraged me to do things that i love and also taught to me be happy....he was my happiness..

"BUT ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END...

One fine day...we were having breakfast together....it was so much fun having breakfast with him...besides my mom was yelling him not to eat with me...

But he did eat with me....we were sharing food...feeding eachother and he was giving me so many advices...about being independant and how to take care of my life...even if no one is there for me...

I don't know how to say it...Every word he spoke to me that day...i felt like it was his LAST WORDS to me... i felt like he was going far away from me...

After having breakfast he was perparing for leaving to work...

yes he was working as a Artist...he loves to draw...and did amazing paintings. I've always admired him while painting...besides being rich...he wanted to work and stand on his own earnings.

Before leaving. When he was about turn and leave... he turned around and said..."I WILL MISS YOU"...

"I miss you too"....then we waved our hands...and saw him leave...

I turned around and went back inside to do something creative and read books....

1 hour later...my house servant came running to my room crying...

I stood up...and asked him....

"What happened ? Why are you crying ? "

"Y/N....your brother met with an accident and"....

"And"....

"He passed away...he died on the spot"...

"Please don't do such pranks on me...i won't believe it"...

"No...it's true"....

And there my whole world came down crashing....

My pillar who was my only support...left me...even by saying his last words..."I WILL MISS YOU."

I was not even allowed at his funeral....my mom and dad...didn't allow me in...

I wanted to see him for one last time...but then they took him off to bury him...i tried to go with them...but my mom slapped me...i fell down so hard...and was weeping not being able to get up...

"Don't dare to come with us...or else...i will kill you...and no one will be therr for you...even for your last respects"...

I stayed back...i've lost all the strength...and was never allowed to visit his grave...

I've never visited his grave till now....

Everything happened so fast...time passed, years passed, days passed...

3 years after his death...i was 18 by that time...

My mom and dad never changed...they were the same...but i was not...

I did what my brother wanted to me to do...i studied well...went to good job...as a teacher and taught small kids who were in orphanage...i was so happy doing that...

One day...i was preparing notes for students in my room...

I suddenly heard my mom and dad yelling at eachother.

I went out and saw what was happening...my dad saw me and asked me to come down.

I went down and stood before them.

"Y/N !! You will be getting married soon."

"No Dada...i'm not ready for marriage... i have lot more things to do"...

"You will be marring my best friends son".

While we were fighting he came in....

"Hi uncle"...

"Oh hi i wasn't expecting you welcome"....

My dad forcefully made me to talk to him in my terrace...i was not really into the conversation...he didn't seem to be a nice guy...

He tried to touch me at parts that he should not...

Suddenly...he grabbed my closing my mouth with his hand...and took me to my room...

He threw me harshly on my bed...he came in front of me and started to rip off my dress...he was trying to rape me...

He tore my dress...i was left with on my bra and underwear...

I managed to kick him off...but he was so strong...

There was a screwdriver on my side table...i grabbed it and stabbed him on his thighs and on his shoulder..and kicked him off...

Thanks to my brother...he taught me self defense...

I quickly grabbed my towel..and went down running...

My mom and dad saw me coming wearing towel...and saw some scratch marks and blood on my body...

They stood up...i told them what happened...they didn't show any emotions or shock...they were just blank...no reactions...

Mom said..."is this what happened...oof...i thought something happened...now go back to him"...

"No i won't go back to him"...

My mom turned around even before realising...she slapped me..saying..."go back and do what ever he says"...

"No i won't do"...

"So much guts UH !!!"

"Yes...i won't do anything you say...not anymore"..

"If so GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE !!"  My mom shouted..."you are 18 now...so you can do anything you want...so leave...we both don't care about you"...

"FINE I'M LEAVING !!!"

I went back to my room...he was lying there shouting in pain...i kicked him on his mouth which made him to bleed more blood...and i started to pack everything...and also some money to survive...and took some of my brothers clothes...and came down.

I turned around and said..."YOU GUYS NO LONGER BELONG TO ME. TO ME YOU GUYS ARE DEAD. AND I SAY THAT YOU GUYS WILL REGRET DOING ILL STUFFS AND WILL NEVER BE HAPPY."

With that i left my home..

I went to a hotel nearby and stayed there for some days...i lost my job...because they knew what happened in my house..so they refused to take me back.

So that i had to do some wrong jobs using FAKE IDENTITY...with that i was able to do jobs such as selling drugs...with that i got some money for survival.

I did survive with that money. After some months. I felt like i was doing wrong things, with fake identity and living in a fake world...so that i wanted to become and live like a normal person with my own name...

So i turned to the police...told everything i did...that is where i met my Chief. He understood my position...he cleared all my records...and took me in undercover division. And i gave him all the details about drug dealers and their connections.

And he sent me to two missions which was same as drug deal..i accomplished both the missions.

And now he sent me to catch you guys...and i failed in that...he betrayed me again...and now i'm being numb talking to you like a pathetic woman..

Now i'm 24 years old...during all these years it was only pain...no.happiness...

My life is so tragic...i don't want anyone to experience it...i lost my only world...who meant a world to me...i don't deserve happiness...

"Hey....Taehyung don't shed tears for me...i don't deserve your tears...please don't cry"...

"No Y/N ahhh.....you have been through hell...and still you are wearing a beautiful smile...let me hug you"...

"I'm so sorry for treating you like that in the club Y/N ahhh...i should've not done that"...

"It's ok Taehyung....you did what you had to...it's not your fault leave it"...

Taehyung held my face in his hands...and said...

"YOU HAVE ME NOW....NOT ONLY ME YOU HAVE EVERYONE HERE...WE ARE HERE WITH YOU..AND I WILL BE YOUR BROTHER AND DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU....YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY..."

"Now smile and have some rest...i will bring you something to eat".

JIMIN'S POV.

I was standing on the other side of the door and heard everything...

I can't believe that she had undergone so many things in her life which she didn't deserve...

I didn't even notice that i was crying...

I will make you happy and keep you happy...because you derserve it...i promise Y/N

YOU HAVE ME NOW...no will hurt you...if they try to...they will be dead for sure...

By the time Taehyung came out wiping his tears...he knew that i heard everything...we hugged and cried....i patted on his back and tried to calm him down...