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Location: Dayeun's Room

A U T H O R 'S P O V

Dayeun stood in front of the mirror, her fingers grazing over the smooth fabric of her dress. The deep, rich  black color contrasted with her fair skin, making her appear even more poised than she felt. Her heart pounded in her chest—a rhythm of excitement and dread intertwined.

Tonight was the night.

The moment she had waited for.

Her family would finally meet Jungkook.

The very thought sent a ripple of nervous energy through her. Would Namjoon accept him? Or would his protective instincts push Jungkook away? And Minseo—he was a force of his  own. If he didn’t approve, things could get just as complicated.

Dayeun inhaled deeply, steadying her trembling fingers as she clasped the delicate chain of her necklace around her neck. Her eyes met her own reflection. She had always imagined this moment, but now that it was here, doubt clouded her excitement.

What if something goes wrong?

The soft creak of the door opening pulled her from her thoughts. Jisoo stepped inside, her warm, bright presence instantly bringing a sense of comfort.

"You look beautiful, unnie," Jisoo said, approaching her with an affectionate smile.

Dayeun managed a small smile in return. "I hope everything goes well."

Jisoo reached out, squeezing her hands reassuringly. "It will. Oppa just wants the best for you. And if Jungkook is really the right one, they’ll see that too."

Dayeun exhaled slowly. She wanted to believe that.

Before she could say another word, the door opened again—this time with a sharper presence. Minseo stepped inside, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.

His gaze flickered over  his Elder sister, Dayeun from head to toe before he scoffed. "You should be less worried about Namjoon and more about whether Jungkook can handle me." He tilted his head, lips curving into a knowing smirk. "If he can’t, then it’s a no."

Dayeun sighed, rubbing her temple. "Minseo—"

"No, seriously." Minseo stepped closer, eyes narrowing slightly. "Namjoon isn’t the only one with concerns. If I see a single red flag, don’t expect me to stay quiet about it."

Jisoo rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the mood. "Minseo, you sound like you’re preparing for war. It’s just dinner."

Minseo huffed. "That’s what you think."

Dayeun pressed her lips together. Minseo’s protective nature had always been fierce, but tonight, it felt like a looming storm.

She turned back to the mirror, fixing her earrings as her twin siblings watched.

No matter what happened tonight, she had to stay strong.

For herself.

For Jungkook.

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Location: Kim Residence

Jeon Jungkook stood in front of the towering Kim estate, his grip tightening around the bouquet of camellias in his hand. The soft petals, delicate yet vibrant, symbolized admiration and devotion—exactly what he wanted to convey. He had chosen them carefully, knowing they were among Dayeun’s favorites.

Tonight mattered.

As the grand doors slowly creaked open, his sharp gaze immediately sought her out. And there she was.

Dayeun stood just beyond the threshold, her figure illuminated by the warm glow of the chandelier behind her. She looked breathtaking—dressed elegantly, her hair falling in soft waves, her lips parted slightly as if she, too, were holding her breath.

For a fleeting moment, the world around him blurred.

She had chosen him.

A warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her, but as he stepped inside, a heavy shift in the air reminded him where he was. The Kim household was welcoming in appearance, but there was an unspoken tension lingering beneath the surface, thick and palpable.

He followed Dayeun into the dining hall, where an opulent table had been set for the evening. The arrangement was pristine—almost too perfect, as if designed not just for a meal, but for an evaluation.

And then, standing at the head of the table, was Kim Namjoon.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He walked forward with steady steps and, without missing a beat, bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle.

Jungkook: Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Kim. My name is Jeon Jungkook. It’s an honor to meet you properly.

Namjoon’s sharp gaze didn’t waver as he observed Jungkook, assessing him in silence. Then, with a slow nod, he acknowledged the greeting.

“Welcome.”

Jungkook straightened and turned towards the twins. Minseo stood with arms crossed, his expression unreadable, while Jisoo, in contrast, practically beamed.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” Jisoo said excitedly, clasping her hands together. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Jungkook allowed himself a small smile. “Likewise, Jisoo.”

Minseo, however, didn’t share his twin's  enthusiasm. he merely gave him a slow, assessing look before turning away, making it clear he wasn’t easily won over.

Jungkook didn’t let it deter him. He knew winning Namjoon’s approval would be a battle, but Minseo? He was a different challenge altogether.

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The meal proceeded smoothly—at least on the surface. The conversation was polite, but Jungkook could feel the subtle weight of Namjoon’s scrutiny in every question, in every carefully measured word.

Then, as expected, Namjoon steered the conversation toward the real reason for this dinner.

“So, Jungkook,” he began, setting his utensils down, “tell me about your relationship with my sister.”

Jungkook met his gaze without hesitation. “I love her,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I love her with everything I have.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “And what does ‘everything’ mean to you?”

Jungkook exhaled, glancing at Dayeun for a brief second before turning back to him. “It means I will protect her, support her, and stand by her no matter what. I will never leave her. Never...Ever...”

His sincerity was undeniable. Even Minseo, who had been quietly observing, seemed momentarily taken aback.

Dayeun reached under the table, her fingers brushing against his. A silent reassurance.

Namjoon’s expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes shifted.

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[ T i m e  S k i p ]

As dinner concluded, Namjoon wiped his mouth with a napkin before looking at his sister.

“Dayeun,” he said, voice calm yet firm, “I’d like to speak with Jungkook alone.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Dayeun’s face. “Oppa…” She clutched her hands together. “Please don’t be too hard on him.”

Jisoo tugged on her arm. “Come on, unnie. Let them talk.”

Minseo, however, lingered. His  eyes flicked between Namjoon and Jungkook before he exhaled sharply and stood. “I’ll be in the lounge.” The warning in his tone was clear—Don’t screw this up.

Once the door shut behind them, Namjoon’s casual demeanor disappeared.

The warmth drained from his expression, replaced by an unreadable, cold gaze.

Jungkook didn’t flinch.

Namjoon leaned back, his fingers tapping against the table. “Let’s talk.”

Jungkook nodded. “Of course.”

Namjoon tilted his head. “Why are you after Dayeun?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “I’m not ‘after’ her. I love her.”

Namjoon hummed. “And why is that?”

Jungkook held his gaze. “Because she’s the only person who makes me feel like I belong. She’s my peace.”

Namjoon studied him, searching for any sign of deception. He found none.

But then, he changed tactics.

“What about your family?”

Jungkook’s expression barely shifted, but Namjoon caught the way his fingers tensed ever so slightly against his knee.

“Why haven’t I heard much about them?”

A beat of silence stretched between them.

Jungkook’s voice, when it came, was firm. “My family has nothing to do with this.”

Namjoon didn’t look convinced.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly, his voice low but filled with conviction. “All that matters is Dayeun. I will never leave her. Even if it costs me my life, I will never let her be hurt—not by me, not by anyone else.”

Namjoon’s fingers stopped tapping.

There was something intense about the way Jungkook spoke—an unwavering, almost desperate determination.

And for the first time, Namjoon felt something other than wariness.

He felt intrigue.

Was this a good sign?

Or was it a warning?

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Location: Unknown Graveyard

The soft crunch of soil filled the silent night as Min Yoongi shoveled dirt over the lifeless body, the damp earth swallowing yet another secret. A thin haze of cigarette smoke curled around him, mixing with the faint scent of blood still lingering in the crisp air.

Another problem buried.

He exhaled deeply, tapping ash onto the ground before pulling a worn photograph from his pocket. His sharp eyes softened for a fleeting moment as he traced the image with his thumb.

Kim Dayeun.

A girl full of innocence. A girl untouched by the corruption that stained his world. But what held his gaze wasn’t just her delicate features—it was the haunting resemblance to another woman.

His mind drifted, pulling him back to a time he had long tried to forget.

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[ F l a s h b a c k ]

A small, trembling five-year-old Yoongi sat on the cold wooden floor of a dimly lit room, knees hugged to his chest. His stomach ached with hunger, but the sharp pain of abandonment cut even deeper. His mother had left again—off to chase a life that didn’t include him.

But then, a soft voice.

"Are you hungry, little one?"

He looked up, hesitant, his wide eyes meeting a gentle face.

A woman knelt before him, warmth radiating from her as she held out a bowl of steaming rice. Carefully, she lifted the spoon to his lips, feeding him with the patience of a mother soothing her child. Later that night, when the cold seeped through the cracks in the walls, she pulled him into her embrace, humming a lullaby as she ran delicate fingers through his hair.

In those moments, Yoongi had wished she was his mother.

He had wished he belonged to her.

But wishes were for the naive.

[ 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 flashback faded, leaving Yoongi gripping the picture tighter. His jaw clenched as he muttered under his breath,"She looks exactly like Seokjin’s mother."

The mother he had once longed for.

The mother Seokjin had lost to cruelty.

His gaze darkened as his thoughts shifted to Seokjin—the man Dayeun had unknowingly let into her life.

Kim Seokjin was his father’s mirror. A reflection of Kim Sang-hyun, the man whose sins had shattered lives. And now, Yoongi feared that Dayeun’s life would follow the same tragic path as Seokjin’s mother.

Because Seokjin was a devil born from the ashes of his father’s sins.

And Yoongi had seen firsthand what that darkness could do.

His mind drifted once more, this time to the night Kim Sang-hyun fell.

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[ F l a s h b a c k ]

The scent of fine wine, the glint of polished silverware.

Seokjin sat across from his father, his usual emotionless mask firmly in place as the older man poured himself a glass of whiskey. The air was thick with unspoken tension.

"You're finally learning, boy," Kim Sang-hyun had sneered, lifting his glass. "A man should never let his emotions cloud his judgment. That’s why I—"

His words cut off abruptly, his hand twitching around the glass. A choked sound escaped his throat as he clutched his chest, his face contorting in agony.

Poison.

Seokjin remained seated, his expression unreadable. He leaned forward slightly, his voice eerily calm.

"You built this empire on blood, loyalty, and discipline, Father.", Seokjin stated.

Kim Sang-hyun gasped, his body convulsing.

"And you destroyed my mother with your own hands. Every slap, every betrayal—each one was a slow death for her. You killed her long before the world did."

His father’s eyes widened in horror as the poison did its job, dragging him into a fate he could not escape.

Seokjin watched.

And he did not blink.

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The memory faded, but its bitterness lingered in Yoongi’s chest.

Seokjin had inherited his father’s empire that night. At just twenty-one years old, he had stepped into the role of leader with the same cold-blooded precision that had defined Kim Sang-hyun.

But unlike his father, Seokjin did not need violence to command fear.

He was fear.

And now, he had set his sights on Dayeun.

Yoongi inhaled deeply, his cigarette burning low between his fingers. The dark clouds were gathering around her, and she had no idea.

"I hope you find a way out, little one," he murmured.

But deep down, he knew—

No one ever escaped Seokjin.

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Location: Kim Estate, Hidden Room

The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows on the damp, concrete walls. The air smelled of rust and fear —an intoxicating mixture Seokjin had grown accustomed to.

He leaned against the metal chair, his fingers idly tracing the cool steel. His dark eyes, half-lidded with amusement, fixed on the girl before him.

She trembled on the floor, arms wrapped around herself as if she could will away the terror clawing at her insides. Tears stained her cheeks, silent sobs rattling her small frame.

But Seokjin barely saw her.

He saw her curled on the floor, her voice breaking as she begged for mercy. But there would be none.

Not for her.

Not for anyone.

A cruel smile ghosted over his lips as he tilted his head, watching the girl flinch at his slightest movement. The sight pleased the beast within him, feeding the insatiable hunger he could never seem to quell.

In his mind, he painted another image —one that sent a shiver of something almost pleasurable down his spine.

Kim Dayeun.

Bound.

Helpless.

Her lips trembling, her wide, innocent eyes staring up at him in fear.

How beautiful she would look when she finally broke.

His head tilted slightly, his expression unreadable.

Why did he want her so badly?

Why was he so obsessed with Dayeun?

Why did his mind insist on pulling her into this dark, twisted desire of his?

Maybe it was the way she looked—the uncanny resemblance to his mother.

Or maybe it was the purity, the innocence she carried—the same innocence his mother once had.

His grip on the silk tie tightened as his mind dragged him backward, into the depths of a past he could never escape.

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[ F l a s h b a c k ]

The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the pungent smell of blood.   A trembling boy—no older than seven—stood in the middle of the family estate’s hunting ground, his small hands gripping a knife too heavy for his fingers. Before him, a white rabbit cowered, its tiny heart beating so fast he could see its chest rising and falling in erratic terror.

He had cried.

Begged.

"Please, Appa… I don’t want to—"

A slap. Hard enough to send him stumbling to the  muddy ground.

Kim Sang-hyun towered over him, his expression carved from stone.

The rabbit before him twitched, its soft body trembling in fear, its glassy eyes reflecting his own terror.

His father’s voice rang sharp and commanded behind him.

"Kill it, Seokjin."

He shook his head violently, tears pooling in his wide eyes.

"I don’t want to—"

A hand gripped his tiny shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

"If you don’t, your mother will pay the price."

The words sent a jolt of ice through his veins.

His mother—his beautiful, delicate mother who had smiled at him just this morning, who had tucked his hair behind his ears and whispered that she loved him.

He couldn’t let her suffer.

The sound of a deep voice, sharp and commanding, rang through his head.

"A man does what must be done. The Kim Line is built on blood, loyalty, and discipline. You Are A Kim. And Kims' Only Hunts, Kims' Don't Sympathise.", Kim Sang-hyun said with a Commanded Voice.

The blade in his hands felt heavier than before, but his grip firmed. His tiny chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

And then—

Red.

The rabbit’s body stilled.

He had killed the rabbit.

And then another.

And another.

Until eventually, the tremors in his hands stopped.

Until blood no longer felt like something to be afraid of.

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His thoughts spiraled back, back into the recesses of a childhood he had long since buried.

Seokjin exhaled, the ghosts of his past dissipating into the dimly lit room. His eyes flicked to the girl at his feet.

Boring.

She wasn’t her.

With a flick of his wrist, he gestured to one of his men.

"Clean this up," he ordered lazily, already losing interest. "I don’t need her anymore."

A muffled scream. The scrape of boots against the floor. Then silence.

A knock at the door.

Seokjin’s attention shifted as the door opened, revealing Kim  Taehyung. Dressed sharply in a fitted suit, he stepped inside, a thin folder in hand.

"This is Namjoon’s business field report," Taehyung said, setting the file on the table.

Seokjin’s dark gaze flickered with interest. He took the folder, flipping through the pages with a slow, deliberate movement.

A smirk curled at his lips.

"Send an offer to RM Enterprises," he said smoothly. "A new collaboration."

Taehyung frowned.

"And the real purpose?" he asked, already knowing Seokjin never did anything without ulterior motives.

Seokjin’s smirk deepened.

"A trap," he murmured, snapping the folder shut.

"A trap for Namjoon."

His eyes gleamed with something dark.

"And Dayeun will fall with him."

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🤍 To Be Continued…🤍

The darkness is closing in, and the pieces are moving into place. With Seokjin setting his trap for Namjoon and Dayeun unknowingly caught in his web, the real game is about to begin. Meanwhile, Yoongi watches from the shadows, torn between his past and the girl who reminds him of everything he lost.

Will Dayeun realize the danger before it’s too late?

Will Yoongi step in, or will he let fate run its course?

And just how deep does Seokjin’s obsession run?

Stay tuned for Chapter 8!

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Chapter Thoughts?

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→ Seokjin’s Trap: Do you think Namjoon will fall for it?

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Next Chapter Predictions!

Chapter 8 is going to be intense! Here’s what to expect:

^ The Kim Family Dinner: An uneasy evening filled with tension and unspoken truths.

^ Namjoon vs. Seokjin: Their battle of wits begins—who will have the upper hand?

^ Dayeun’s Realization: The moment she sees a side of Seokjin she wasn’t meant to.

^ Yoongi’s Next Move: Will he act, or will he stay in the shadows?

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