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The mansion was abuzz with activity as the maids and servants worked tirelessly, their every move precise and purposeful. The air was charged with anticipation, though it was laced with an undercurrent of fear. The air was thick with tension as the staff scurried about, their whispers barely audible over the clatter of hurried footsteps.Today wasn’t just any day—it marked the arrival of the seven enigmatic figures who held the strings of Kayla’s existence.

In her grand chamber, Kayla sat on a cushioned stool, her gaze flitting between the bustling maids and the ornate mirror before as her legs tucked beneath her as she watched the maids prepare. She’d always been curious about the Godfathers, the enigmatic figures who had shaped her life from the shadows. Though she had never seen them, their presence loomed large in her world. And now, after nineteen years, they are finally coming. Her dark, silky hair tumbled down her back as Mrs. Hwang, the head maid, gave instructions to the staff.

“Miss Kayla,” Mrs. Hwang called, snapping her out of her thoughts. The head maid entered with a team of assistants, each carrying trays of oils, perfumes, and luxurious fabrics. “It’s time to prepare. Be Gentle, Okay? She must look flawless,” Mrs. Hwang commanded, her tone sharp yet calm.

Kayla rolled her eyes, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. She tolerated the pampering but couldn’t resist plotting her next prank. After all, it wasn’t every day she had such a grand audience to impress—or irritate.

Kayla sighed, slipping off the chair and letting herself be guided to the adjoining bath.

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The bath was nothing short of a royal affair. Warm water filled the massive tub, infused with rose petals, lavender, and a hint of jasmine. The maids worked in synchronized silence, their hands gentle but efficient as they washed Kayla’s hair and scrubbed her skin until it glowed.

“It feels like I’m being prepared for a sacrificial ritual,” Kayla quipped, though the joke fell flat against the tense atmosphere.

Mrs. Hwang offered a tight smile. “You must look perfect for them, Miss Kayla. Today is important.”

Once bathed and dried, Kayla was led to her room, where a pristine white dress awaited her. It was unlike anything she had ever worn—a masterpiece of lace and silk that seemed to shimmer in the soft morning light.

The maids helped her into the dress, its fitted bodice accentuating her slender figure before flaring out into a flowing skirt. The intricate lacework along the sleeves and neckline added a touch of elegance, while a thin ribbon cinched at her waist completed the look.

Her hair was styled into soft waves, cascading down her back, and a delicate pearl comb was pinned on one side. The makeup was light—a hint of blush to highlight her cheekbones, a soft shimmer on her eyelids, and a natural pink tint on her lips.

Kayla stood before the mirror, admiring the transformation. She looked angelic, almost ethereal. But her mischievous smile betrayed her intentions. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s see how they like my little surprise.”

“You look like a dream,” one of the younger maids whispered in awe.

Kayla offered a small smile, though her heart was racing.

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Outside The Mansion

Outside, the distant roar of engines grew louder, signaling the arrival of the seven men. The convoy of sleek black cars navigated the winding road through the dense forest, finally pulling into the mansion’s grand courtyard.

The maids, servants, and guards lined up at the entrance, bowing deeply as the car doors opened. One by one, the men stepped out, their presence commanding and unyielding.

Kim Namjoon was the first. Tall and imposing, his sharp features and piercing gaze made it clear he was the one who called the shots. He adjusted his suit with a casual precision, his every move exuding power and control.

Kim Seokjin followed, his elegance impossible to ignore. His perfectly tailored suit and confident stride gave him the air of a prince, though the cold glint in his eyes hinted at something far more dangerous.

Min Yoongi was next, his steps deliberate and measured. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings with quiet intensity. He carried an aura of quiet lethality, as though he could dismantle the world without raising his voice.

Jung Hoseok stepped out with a slight smirk, his movements graceful yet calculated. He exuded charm, but there was an edge to it—a sharpness that warned against underestimating him.

Park Jimin emerged like a storm cloak
ed in silk, his presence magnetic. His every step seemed choreographed, his expression one of cool confidence. He cast a brief glance at the mansion, his lips curling into a subtle smile.

Kim Taehyung’s arrival was almost ghostly. He moved with a quiet grace,
his deep gaze taking in everything at once. His air of mystery was unsettling, as though he knew secrets no one else could comprehend.

Finally,  Jeon Jungkook stepped out, his youthful energy tempered by a predatory edge. His sharp jawline and focused eyes made it clear he was not to be trifled with. He paused briefly, adjusting his cuffs before following the others.

The seven men walked toward the mansion in perfect unison, their presence overwhelming. Maids, guards, and staff bowed deeply as they passed, their heads low and their hands trembling slightly. Respect and fear hung in the air like a tangible force.

Namjoon led the group, his sharp gaze scanning the scene with quiet authority. Seokjin followed, his elegance unmatched, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he observed the staff.

Yoongi’s cold, calculating eyes swept over the bowing figures, his expression unreadable. Hoseok’s relaxed posture belied the sharpness in his gaze, while Jimin’s magnetic presence seemed to draw the very air toward him. Taehyung moved with a quiet grace, his mysterious aura leaving everyone unsettled, and Jungkook brought up the rear, his youthful intensity a stark contrast to the composed demeanor of his companions.

Mrs. Hwang stepped forward, bowing deeply. “Welcome back, sirs. Everything has been prepared as per your instructions.”

Namjoon gave her a curt nod. “Good. How has she been?”

“She has been... spirited,” Mrs. Hwang replied carefully, her eyes darting toward the mansion.

“Spirited?” Jimin echoed, a playful smirk curling his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

The men stepped into the grand foyer, their polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The mansion was immaculate, the staff’s hard work evident in every corner. But as soon as they crossed the threshold, chaos erupted.

A cascade of water balloons dropped from above, drenching Namjoon and splashing onto Seokjin and Jungkook. Flour puffed into the air, leaving a fine white dust on their tailored suits.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, from somewhere in the mansion, came the sound of delighted laughter.

Namjoon ran a hand down his face, wiping away the water. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, his tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Jimin chuckled, shaking the flour from his hair. “I think I like her already.”

Mrs. Hwang closed her eyes in defeat. “Miss Kayla... she has a tendency to, well, test boundaries.”

“Clearly,” Seokjin remarked dryly, brushing his suit.

Namjoon sighed, his gaze narrowing. “Where is she?”

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Kayla was crouched behind a pillar, her heart racing with excitement. She peeked out just enough to see the aftermath of her prank, stifling a giggle as Namjoon’s stern expression darkened.

“Kayla!” Mrs. Hwang’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding.

Kayla’s grin faded as the maids closed in on her hiding spot. “Traitors,” she muttered under her breath as they gently but firmly guided her toward the main hall.

She entered with a sulky expression, her arms crossed as she avoided looking at the seven men.

The moment their eyes landed on her, the atmosphere shifted.

She reminded them of someone.

For a brief moment, the playful smirks and stern glares softened, replaced by something deeper—nostalgia, regret, and a flicker of pain.

Namjoon’s mind drifted to a memory.

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[  F   l  a   s   h    b   a   c   k   ]

YEAR 1994

~Hope Orphanage Foundation~

Namjoon sat alone on the cold, cracked seat  of the orphanage’s park. The distant hum of chatter from the other children barely reached him. At ten  years old, he had already learned to shrink himself into the shadows, unnoticed and unimportant.

He didn’t know his parents—only fragments of a life lost in chaos and abandonment. The orphanage was his world now, a place where survival meant being clever and invisible.

“Why are you sitting here all alone?”

The voice startled him. He looked up to see a girl with wide, curious eyes and a soft smile. She held out her hand, a piece of bread resting in her palm.

“I saved this for you,” she said.

Namjoon hesitated, unsure if this was kindness or some trick. But her sincerity was disarming, and hunger won over suspicion. He took the bread, mumbling a quiet “thank you.”

“I’m Yoo-na,” she said, plopping down beside him without waiting for an invitation. “What’s your name?”

“Namjoon,” he replied cautiously.

She grinned. “Namjoon. That’s a strong name. I like it.”

Over the next few weeks, Yoo-na became his shadow, pulling him into conversations, games, and even trouble with the caretakers. She was the complete opposite of him—bright, bold, and full of life.

One day, a black car rolled up to the orphanage, and a man stepped out. He was tall, intimidating, and impeccably dressed. Namjoon watched from the corner as Yoo-na ran to him, her face lighting up.

“Father!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him.

The man smiled, his sharp features softening as he looked at her. “I came to bring you home, my dear.”

Yoo-na glanced back at Namjoon, her expression conflicted. “What about my friend?”

Her father frowned. “Friend?”

She grabbed Namjoon’s arm and pulled him forward. “He doesn’t have anyone. Can’t we take him with us?”

Namjoon froze, his heart pounding. He didn’t know what was more shocking—the audacity of her request or the fact that someone cared enough to make it.

Her father studied Namjoon, his gaze piercing. “You’re asking a lot, Yoo-na.”

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice soft yet determined. “He needs us.”

After a moment of tense silence, the man sighed. “Very well. But remember, this is your responsibility.”

Yoona beamed, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “See? I told you things would get better.”

As they left the orphanage together, Namjoon felt something he hadn’t experienced in years—hope.

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Namjoon’s gaze returned to Kayla, her mischievous smile so similar to Yoona’s it was almost haunting. He smirked, the weight of the past lingering in his eyes.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Kayla,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate. “You certainly know how to welcome your well-wishers.”

Kayla blinked, unsure how to respond. The playful confidence she’d felt moments ago wavered under his penetrating gaze.

The memory of the girl who had saved him from the shadows stirred something deep within him—a mix of gratitude, guilt, and a lingering ache for a bond that had been severed too soon.

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