MONSTER || KTH ✔

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10 years later

"Tears are weakness. Never let them see you cry."

Y/N didn't cry as her father's casket was lowered into the ground. She watched, broken inside, but to everyone else, she showed no emotion. It had taken her years to learn to lock her feelings away. There were times when her father was alive that he admitted he wished he'd never taught her because he couldn't read her anymore.

Through hours of relentless training, she'd become the perfect son or daughter. Most of the men here would hate who she was. None of them would believe that she'd killed to save her father, how she was faster than most of her guards. Once she realized her father's reason for training her, she never failed him. Whenever she was slammed to the ground, she got right back up and asked for more.

There was no stopping her.

Of course, with training also came the need to maintain her femininity, and so she'd been fed constantly. Even though she was a strong woman, fit, she hadn't lost any curves.She looked around the graveyard. Everyone was dressed in black. All of the capos were in one place, but their soldiers were not too far behind. They all had enemies, and all of them were wanted dead.

She didn't care who wanted them dead.If she could, she'd kill them all, but Hoseok, her father's trusted advisor and the man who'd been by her side for the past ten years advised her against it. She and Hoseok were both outcasts.

During her training, whenever she didn't have bruises, her father kept her close by his side, making the men talk shop in front of her. The men hated her and women were afraid. Let them all be. She knew three of the capos had sons who they wanted to settle down, and to possess the Min name, well, that would mean something to them. Not to her, though. Hell no.Before he died, her father told her of the Families who'd asked for her hand in marriage. The one he highly recommended was Kim Taehyung. Thirty-four years old. No wife, no child, not due to a lack of trying either. All of his potential wives had ended up dead or killed themselves.

Taehyung himself was present at the graveyard. He stood out from the crowd, at least from the rest of his family. He was a monster in comparison. Tall, over six feet and several inches. Wide as well, but pure muscle. She'd heard the rumors about him, how he could snap a man's neck with his bare hands, crush skulls in his palm, and with one blow to the face, he could kill people instantly.

Of course, they were all rumors, or were they? Hoseok hadn't been able to deny any of them. Whenever there was an attack, Taehyung came out the bloodiest with the highest death count.Women were afraid of him, but according to his father, there were some who considered him a trophy. To be able to tame the beast was a big deal.

Not to her.

She had no desire to marry a man who was ... a monster or even cursed.

Five women, all dead. There was no way someone could be that unlucky.

The time came for her to place a flower onto the casket. She took a single white rose and she wanted to mar it with blood. All from this Family were evil and deserved to be punished. Still, she played her part, stepping back.

Her eyes met Taehyung's briefly. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes piercing through the veil of her stoicism. She felt a shiver run down her spine but quickly masked it, her face remaining impassive.

She stood tall, her back straight, her face a mask of calm perseverance. Inside, she was a storm of emotions—grief, anger, fear—but she wouldn't let any of it show. Not now, not ever.

As the ceremony continued, she could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on her. They were watching, waiting for any sign of weakness. But she had none to give. She was Min Y/N, daughter of the late Min patriarch, and she would not be broken.