Min Y/N cried out as she landed on her back. Something had broken; she just knew it."Get up."
"I can't, Appa. It hurts." She winced, her voice trembling.
"And men will make sure it keeps on hurting. Get up." His tone was stern, unforgiving.She stared at her father through the strands of her sweat-soaked hair. His men stood around, their faces impassive, offering no opinions. No one stopped him. Not that she imagined they would.
They were all just waiting for the right set of instructions, and if it was for them to kill her, again, they'd do it. This was exactly what they would all do. They followed orders—her father's orders.
At one time, they had also followed her brother's, but she didn't dare bring him up, not at this moment.
Slamming her palm to the ground, she forced herself up. Pain shot through her young body, and she couldn't contain the whimper that slipped past her lips. She needed to learn to keep her head, especially now.
Standing up, she faced her father. Blood dripped from her lip, and she knew why he'd taken her out of boarding school. She was taught at home, under his supervision."You need to learn to focus. To keep me in your sights at all times." He moved across the mat, each footstep deliberate. She watched him closely, wanting nothing more than to run. Her father wasn't a cruel man.
In all the time she'd been with him, he'd never once raised a hand to her—until this very week, that was, when she was attacked from behind, not expecting it.
"Fight back," the words were whispered softly against her ear.
She knew without a doubt it was Hoseok, one of her father's loyal soldiers who hadn't been part of the Family. He wasn't blood-related, but she'd heard he was the bastard of one of the capos. It was one of the reasons her father wasn't liked much. He was known for taking in strays, and it pissed off the rest of the Families that he didn't care if they were pureblood.
She hated the Family.
Hated being a Min.
But her father had always been different behind closed doors. If they were at a party or social gathering, she had to play the part of a submissive, young girl, turning into a woman who would be married off one day. She stood with all the other girls, waiting, terrified, watching as the men leered or drank too much. Her father never did. No, he was always about control.
When they were alone, she was his princess. She could talk to him about anything, read, study, and explore. She wore dungarees, skirts, and shorts as she played in the garden or ate hot dogs, getting mustard all over her mouth.
Where was that man?
She knew.
He'd died when her brother had.
This new world she was part of terrified her.
Thrown to the ground, she curled up in a ball, and she heard him shout, "Enough," as Hoseok hit her in the stomach.
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MONSTER || KTH ✔
Fanfiction"I will take care of you. You're mine, y/n. I'm not like other men. I won't beat you for your mouth, or hurt you for your anger. No, I'm going to fuck you into submission."
