𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓

Content Warning - This chapter contains scenes that may be inappropriate or uncomfortable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Alone in the nearly deserted hallway, Y/n noticed the absence of her friends and brothers at school that day. Walking toward the exit, an unexpected tap on her shoulder redirected her into a room.

Y/n struggled to break free from the unexpected grip, attempting to call for help, but her efforts went unnoticed. The door closed swiftly behind her, the lock clicking ominously. Panic surged through her as the dim light flickered to life, revealing the janitor's room with cleaning supplies neatly arranged on shelves.

Disoriented, Y/n surveyed her surroundings, her heart racing. "Let me go!" Her voice trembled, the rawness from previous tears evident.

The room remained silent for a moment before a figure stepped into the light.

"Hmm, it seems my baby girl is quite curious about me, isn't she?" The unknown person chuckled, his tone unsettling.

Summoning all her courage, Y/n defiantly spat in his direction. His ego flared, and he responded with a harsh slap that left Y/n's cheek swollen.

"Vicky, you'll regret this," Y/n warned.

"Does my baby girl think she can threaten me, hmm?" Vicky taunted, his satisfaction twisted.

Y/n, undeterred by the pain and the ominous atmosphere, maintained a steely gaze. "You can't control me, Vicky. Whatever sick game you're playing, it won't work."

Vicky's sinister grin widened, enjoying the challenge. "Oh, my sweet baby girl, you have no idea what you're getting into. Your defiance only makes it more thrilling."

Y/n clenched her fists, refusing to let fear dominate her spirit. "You won't break me, Vicky. I won't let you."

Vicky circled her, his presence predatory. "We'll see about that, won't we?" he sneered, relishing in the power dynamic he believed he held.

As Y/n braced herself for whatever was to come, a sudden she feel a pain on her back.

As Y/n braced herself for whatever was to come, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. It was as if she was falling apart, the agony intensifying, and her eyes grew heavier with each passing moment.

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The door burst open, revealing , Jungkook. His's expression hardened as he assessed the situation. "Let her go, Vicky."

Jungkook's eyes widened as he saw his sister's state; he marched towards Vicky and landed a punch.

"What the hell, man?" Vicky yelled at Jungkook while caressing his face.

"How dare you touch my sister, you little piece of shit?" Jungkook jumped over Vicky and started punching him relentlessly. His harsh punches were strong enough to make Vicky knock out within a few minutes, leaving him sprawled on the cold floor with blood and bruises covering his face.

As Vicky lay defeated, Jungkook's eyes shifted from anger to concern as he quickly assessed his sister's condition. He spotted a syringe beside her, prompting him to pocket it swiftly. With utmost care, he covered Y/n's body with his hoodie and gently lifted her into his arms.

"Y/n! Wake up" he pleaded, but there was no response. Determination filled Jungkook's eyes as he carried his unconscious sister towards his Tesla, ready to drive her home and seek help.

In the mansion, Hye-joo and Jong-suk were spending time together in the living room when they witnessed the heart-wrenching sight of Jungkook carrying Y/n in his arms, covered up with his hoodie. Shock and terror etched across their faces, both parents followed Jungkook, racing towards Y/n's room with a sense of urgency.

Upon reaching Y/n's room, Jungkook gently laid his sister on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Mr. Lee, the household manager, had already instructed the maids to bring lukewarm water and towels upon seeing the distressing condition of their Young miss.

Hye-joo, approaching Y/n with tearful eyes, uncovered her to find visible signs of harm hickeys, bite marks, and purple handprints.

She took Y/n's hand and noticed a red mark on her delicate wrist. Overwhelmed, she fell to her knees, sobbing loudly, her palm gently placed on Y/n's cheek.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I should have arrived early," Jungkook cried out, his distress evident as he grabbed his hair in anguish.

Jong-suk, trying to grasp the severity of the situation, asked, "What's happening, Jungkook?"

"Dad I failed. I failed to protect her," Jungkook admitted, his tears falling freely.

"Son, what happened? Please tell us," He tried inquired, concern etched across his face.

"Dad, he touched her, drugged her, but I wasn't there to protect her nor I wasn't there to save her. I am such a bad brother," Jungkook confessed, the weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders.

Hye-joo, trying to stifle her sobs, whispered, "Honey."

"Y/n, wake up," Jong-suk softly spoke, sitting beside his daughter. The room remained eerily silent, devoid of any response from Y/n.

"Honey, don't cry. Our daughter is strong, right?" He tried comforted his wife with a reassuring embrace.

In that moment, the doctor entered the room, breathless from the haste. Simultaneously, a maid arrived with lukewarm water and a soft towel.

"Master, Miss, and Young Master, please leave this room. I need to check on the Young miss," the doctor requested politely.

"I'm not leaving my daughter alone, others can leave," Hye-joo insisted, gesturing for her husband and son to exit the room.

As they stepped outside, the air thick with distress, the family grappled with the shock of what had transpired, bracing themselves for the uncertain moments that lay ahead.

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