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Location: Yeonsei University

A U T H O R 'S P O V

The sound of splashing water echoed through the empty university swimming pool, where golden sunlight streamed through the high glass windows, casting a shimmering glow on the water's surface. The place was eerily quiet, secluded -a secret hideaway known only to two people.

Dayeun floated on her back, her dark hair fanning out around her, eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. The cool water cradled her body, offering a sense of tranquility she rarely found anywhere else.

Jungkook, however, wasn't as peaceful. He swam towards her with ease, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Without warning, he splashed water at her, making her shriek and sit up.

"Jeon Jungkook!" she gasped, wiping her face with a glare.

Jungkook laughed, pushing his wet hair back. "What? You looked too relaxed."

Dayeun huffed, but her lips twitched into a smile. She reached out, trying to splash him back, but he was too fast, swimming away effortlessly.

"Come here, you coward!" she called, half-laughing, half-annoyed.

Jungkook didn't answer. Instead, he dived underwater and before she could react, he appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.

Dayeun's breath hitched. Their bodies were pressed close, the cool water doing little to mask the warmth radiating from his bare skin. Her heart pounded as his lips hovered near her ear.

"You got me," he murmured.

She swallowed, feeling a familiar warmth bloom in her chest.

"You're impossible," she muttered, though she didn't move away.

Jungkook turned her around so she was facing him. His deep brown eyes held a softness she wasn't used to seeing in public. Here, in this hidden paradise, he let his guard down. Here, they weren't the powerful heir and the forbidden girl-just two people in love.

"Dayeun," he said softly, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "There's something I've been meaning to ask."

She tilted her head. "What is it?"

He took a breath, as if gathering his courage. "Do you... ever think about our future?"

Dayeun blinked. She hadn't expected that question, but she knew her answer immediately.

"All the time."

Jungkook's lips parted slightly. "Then... have you thought about telling Namjoon about us?"

Dayeun hesitated. Not because she wanted to hide Jungkook, but because she knew how protective Namjoon was.

"I have," she admitted. "And I've decided-I'm going to tell him."

Jungkook stilled. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. Not his usual cocky smirk, but a genuine, relieved smile.

"You mean it?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Dayeun nodded. "I don't want to keep us a secret anymore. I want you to meet my family properly... to meet the twins."

Jungkook's grip on her waist tightened slightly, his heart pounding with emotion.

"I've wanted that for so long," he confessed. "I want them to know that I love you. That I'll always protect you."

Dayeun's eyes softened. She reached up, cupping his face. "Then let's do this together."

Jungkook exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. And then, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. The water rippled around them as they lost themselves in each other, two souls finding solace in their hidden paradise.

Little did they know, their paradise was about to shatter.

And with it-came the beginning of the storm.

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Location: Namjoon's Study Room, Kim Residence

The study was dimly lit, the scent of aged wood and polished leather filling the air. A black envelope rested ominously on Namjoon's desk, its presence both unexpected and unsettling.

He loosened his tie as he picked it up, his fingers tracing the smooth surface before breaking the seal. Inside, a thick stack of photographs slid out, fanning across his desk in a haunting display.

His sharp eyes scanned the images.

Dayeun And Jeon Jungkook.

Together.

The first photo showed them seated in a cozy café, Jungkook leaning in slightly as Dayeun laughed. The next captured them at the university swimming pool, their bodies close, droplets of water clinging to their skin. Another showed them walking side by side through campus, Jungkook's hand casually brushing against hers.

Namjoon's grip on the photos tightened.

He had always known Dayeun was keeping something from him, but this? His little sister-his responsibility-had been in a secret relationship, and she hadn't told him?

A slow, simmering anger curled in his chest.

He had raised Dayeun and the twins after their parents' deaths. He had shielded them from the harshness of the world, ensuring they never lacked anything. And yet, she had hidden this from him?

Why?

More importantly-who sent these?

His eyes narrowed. The angles of the photos were too precise, the timing too perfect. Whoever took these had been watching them.

And that thought alone made his blood run cold.

Who had an interest in Dayeun's relationship with Jungkook?

And what was their intent?

His fingers drummed against the desk as suspicion gnawed at him. The name Jeon Jungkook echoed in his mind.

Namjoon had met many people in his life. Some were trustworthy. Others were skilled at hiding their true nature.

Which one was Jungkook?
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[ T i m e S k i p ]

Dinner at the Kim residence was a quiet affair that evening. The dining table, adorned with an elegant spread, felt more like a battlefield than a place of comfort.

Namjoon barely spoke, his demeanor calm but distant.

Dayeun noticed.

Her brother had always been serious, but there was something different tonight-something unsettling.

She wanted to tell him. She had already decided to tell him about Jungkook. But every time she opened her mouth, Namjoon's piercing gaze stopped her.

It wasn't until after dinner that he finally addressed her.

"Dayeun," he said, his tone deceptively even. "Come to my study."

A small smile touched her lips. This is it. I'll tell him now.

She followed him, her heartbeat steady with determination.

But the moment she stepped into the study, her breath caught in her throat.

Photographs-her photographs-were strewn across the desk, displayed like evidence in a trial.

Her and Jungkook.

At the café. The swimming pool. The university.

Her stomach dropped.

She barely had time to process before Namjoon's voice, low and measured, cut through the silence.

"Do you have anything to say?"

The disappointment in his tone was worse than outright anger.

Her knees buckled slightly.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto the floor, bowing her head.

"Oppa... I'm sorry."

Namjoon's fingers tapped against the wooden surface of his desk. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

And so she did.

She told him how she met Jungkook, how their relationship had developed, how she had been scared to tell him because she knew he would worry. She held nothing back, speaking with the sincerity of someone who had nothing left to hide.

Namjoon listened, silent and unmoving.

It was clear that Dayeun loved Jungkook. But love wasn't enough.

Trust wasn't something Namjoon gave easily-especially not when it came to his family's safety.

A knock on the door interrupted the tense silence.

Namjoon's assistant entered, placing a file on the desk. "Sir, this is the information on Jeon Jungkook, as per your request."

Namjoon flipped it open, scanning the contents with cold precision.

And then-his eyes darkened.

There, in black and white, were details that did not sit right.

He closed the file with a practiced ease, his expression unreadable. "Tell Jungkook that we want to have dinner with him tomorrow. The twins should be there too."

Dayeun's eyes widened in surprise before lighting up with relief. "Really? Thank you, oppa!"

Namjoon only nodded.

But his mind was elsewhere.

His instincts whispered warnings.

First, who sent those photos?

And second-who exactly was Jeon Jungkook?

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Location: Epiphany Golf Club

The private golf course stretched out under the afternoon sun, pristine and untouched-except for the tension thick in the air. The chirping of birds and rustling leaves were drowned out by the rhythmic thud of Seokjin's golf club against the ground as he lined up his next shot.

The older CEO standing across from him fidgeted, his expensive suit doing little to hide his unease. His graying hair was slicked back, but beads of sweat clung to his temples. He had been in the business world long enough to know that Kim Seokjin was not a man to be tested.

And yet, he had refused the deal.

Seokjin smirked as he sent the golf ball soaring through the air with an effortless swing. "Beautiful shot," he mused, watching it disappear into the distance. He turned slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto the CEO. "Wouldn't you agree?"

The man swallowed hard. "Yes, Chairman Kim. An excellent shot."

Seokjin chuckled, the sound hollow. "It's all about control. Precision." He adjusted his gloves, his expression unreadable. "A good businessman knows when to take a swing and when to step back. But you... you don't seem to know when to step back."

The CEO paled. "I-Chairman Kim, this takeover-"

A shadow fell over them as Jaebeom approached from the side. His expression was tight, his tone low as he whispered into Seokjin's ear.

"Sir, the plan failed. Namjoon didn't react as we expected.", Jaebeom stated those words.

Seokjin's body stiffened.

His fingers curled around the golf club, his nails pressing into the grip.

"Failed?" His voice was dangerously soft.

Jaebeom nodded cautiously. "Yes, sir. He didn't push Dayeun away. Instead... he invited Jungkook for dinner."

The rage hit him in waves, cold at first, before turning into a searing inferno inside his chest. His grip on the club tightened as he processed Jaebeom's words.

Namjoon hadn't lashed out. Hadn't torn Dayeun from Jungkook's grasp like Seokjin had expected. Instead, he had chosen the rational path.

Seokjin's jaw clenched. He had underestimated him.

The bitter taste of defeat settled on his tongue-unfamiliar, unwelcome.

His breathing slowed, steadying. And then, without hesitation, he swung the club with full force.

CRACK-

The metal met flesh and bone with a sickening crack.

A sharp, wet sound filled the air as the CEO crumpled to the ground. Blood splattered across the lush green grass, staining Seokjin's polished white shoes. The man twitched, a gurgled noise escaping his lips before his body went limp.

Silence.

Only the distant hum of the wind and the rustling of the trees remained.

Seokjin exhaled slowly, his heart pounding -not from exertion, but from something else entirely.

The blood. The trembling body. The weight of the club in his hands.

His mind drifted.

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[ F l a s h b a c k ]

The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the grand yet suffocating walls of the Kim estate. The house was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the marble fireplace and the faint murmur of voices from behind the slightly ajar door at the end of the corridor.

Seokjin was only twelve that night. A boy who had yet to fully understand the depths of corruption that ran in his family's blood.

He had been wandering the halls, his small fingers tracing the ornate patterns carved into the wooden walls, when he heard it.

A low chuckle. His father's voice.

"She's just a trophy wife. Nothing more."

Seokjin froze.

He recognized that voice instantly-Kim Sang-hyun, the almighty head of the Kim family, a man revered by outsiders and feared by his own blood.

But the second voice-the one that followed-wasn't his mother's.

"Then why did you marry her?"

A sultry, teasing whisper. A voice Seokjin knew all too well.

His stomach twisted as he stepped forward, peering into the slightly opened door. The golden light from the room spilled onto the cold marble floors, illuminating his small, trembling hands.

Inside, he saw them.

His father sat on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, his fingers lazily tracing circles on the bare shoulder of the woman lying beside him. His mother's younger sister. His own aunt.

Seokjin's breath hitched.

She lay sprawled across the silk sheets, her long, dark hair cascading over the pillows. Her red lips curved into a satisfied smile, eyes heavy with amusement.

"Why else?" His father scoffed, taking a sip from a glass of whiskey before placing it on the nightstand. "For power. Status. A man like me doesn't marry for love. I needed a woman who looked good by my side, someone obedient, someone who knew her place."

Seokjin's fists clenched.

"Then why not divorce her?" His aunt's voice was laced with mockery, her manicured fingers trailing up his father's chest.

His father laughed. A deep, cruel sound.

"Because it amuses me to see her suffer."

Seokjin's nails dug into his palms, his throat tightening with something he couldn't name.

That was when she turned her head-his aunt.

Her dark, feline eyes flickered toward the doorway.

And she saw him.

Seokjin's blood ran cold.

She didn't flinch. Didn't gasp or look guilty. No.

Instead, she smirked.

A slow, knowing smirk, like she was taunting him.

As if daring him to say something.

She slowly got up from the bed, Wrapping the silk blankets around her body holding it tightly as she walked towards the door where little Seokjin was standing.

"Poor little Jin," her voice was like silk, low and dangerous, though his father was too preoccupied with his whiskey to notice. "Standing there like a ghost... What's the matter? Does this hurt you?"

Seokjin felt something inside him crack.

His body trembled-not with fear, but with something darker.

He wanted to scream. To run in and tear the sheets off them, to force his father to acknowledge him. To demand answers. To demand that he treat his mother with the respect she deserved.

But he did nothing.

Because he knew.

He knew even if he screamed, even if he cried, his father wouldn't stop. Wouldn't care.

And his aunt... she enjoyed this.

She enjoyed seeing him helpless.

"You and your mother... nothing but placeholders," she whispered, her smirk widening as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "What a shame."

Seokjin's breath came out in sharp, shallow pants. His vision blurred-not from tears, but from sheer rage.

His nails dug deeper into his palms, drawing blood.

That night, something changed in him.

That was the night he vowed never to be powerless again.

Never let someone look down on him again.

Never to be a placeholder.

Never.

[ T h e f l a s h b a c k e n d e d ]

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[ P r e s e n t ]

The memory faded.

Seokjin exhaled sharply, his grip on the golf club tightening.

The present bled back into focus-the bloodied grass, the lifeless body at his feet, the weight of his own breathing.

Yoongi, who had been standing nearby, watching silently, finally spoke. His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

"Hyung, you've never lost your temper like this in broad daylight.", Yoongi Said.

Seokjin let out a slow breath. Then, without a word, he raised the club and snapped it in half with a single motion. The two broken pieces dropped onto the grass beside the lifeless body.

Yoongi's voice cut through the haze.

"Hyung?"

Seokjin didn't respond.

He can't accept that... He can't accept Namjoon defeated his strategy... He can't think of her getting away like this....

" Clean It up. And Make Sure No one Knows. ", Seokjin said those words clearly indicating To Yoongi to just Shut the f*uck up and Do what you are here for.

Instead, he lifted his gaze, dark and vengeful, as a single name slipped past his lips.

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

"Kim Dayeun."

Yoongi's expression darkened slightly, but he said nothing.

Seokjin turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set.

If Namjoon thought he could protect her, he was dead wrong.

Seokjin would make sure her life became hell.

Seokjin would shatter her world.

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Thoughts on Chapter 6:

😱 Namjoon's reaction was unexpected! Do you think he will accept Jungkook, or is he already plotting something?

🔥 Seokjin has finally lost control! How far do you think he'll go to make Dayeun his?

💀 Who sent Namjoon the photos? Was it Seokjin, or is there another player in this game?

Predictions for Chapter 7: The Devil's Invitation

🔹 Jungkook meets the Kim family-but tension is thick.

🔹 Seokjin sends a message that shakes Dayeun to her core.

🔹 Namjoon's doubts about Jungkook begin to solidify.

🔹 Seokjin's next move will change everything.

Are you ready for the next round of mind games and destruction?

Stay tuned for Chapter 7!