Y/N is a seventeen years old cute, loving, cheerful girl. She always has a wide smile that makes everyone melt. She favorite of everyone because of her innocence. But what if that all were just a mask? a mask to hide her miserable and pathetic side...
Y/N was casually strolling in the mansion because of boredom. It was a holiday and she was alone at the mansion, not alone there are maids and one or two of her stepbrothers is there somewhere in the mansion, abolishing her idea of leaving the mansion.
Today was one of those days where she is tired of smiling and acting all happy, one of those days where she wants to be herself and alone. She avoided interaction with any of them today. Her face was emotionless and calm but behind it her emotions were anything but calm.
She halts on her step hearing the familiar sound which she has been avoiding for quite some days from the familiar room. Her calm face turned to dark hearing the noises, the noises she easily recognised, the noise she avoided with passion from when she started hearing, which happened to be her first day in the mansion. But today she was already not in a good mood, she battled with herself whether to avoid or confront. Finally she gathered her courage and decided to face it.
She took a deep breath and plastered her happy cheery face with a small smile, the expression more like her mask she mastered by years of practice. She knocked slightly on the door which she wished to go unnoticed or consumed by the noises, which is what happened. She opened the door to see only darkness.
"What are you doing here?" A deep strained voice asked from the dark. She felt something, knowing the reason behind the strain of the voice.
"I-I-" she stuttered unintentionally because of the emotions and slightly feeling intimidated by him.
"Get.Out" he said firmly,but she isn't here to just leave like that. She came for a reason.
"No," she said, gathering all her courage. Surprising him. Hearing no responses she proceeded by entering the room and closing the door behind. When she switched on the light her heart clenched, there she saw the one and only Kim Taehyung, one of the most dangerous mafia, the powerful strong man there on the floor curled up in a fetus position with a tear stained face leaning on the bed.
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She had to look away from him to control her own tears and emotions.
She didn't talk, she just sat beside him. Few moments later he laid his head on her lap, she just ran her fingers through his hair.
"Wanna talk about it?" She asked in her tone.He easily picked out the voice and tone change. He observed her thoroughly, she was nothing like her usual goofy happy face. Looking over he noticed a difference in her behavior and facial features. She seems more.....mature now.
"No, I just wanna stay like this." He mumbled to which she nodded her head understandingly. When she took a good look at him, she saw the red substance confirming her suspicions. She took deep breaths to control her emotions. Taehyung who saw that she noticed became aware of his doings and squirmed and adjusted his hoodie.
He was afraid, afraid she would hate him, afraid she would tell it to his brothers, afraid they would hate him. They would be disgusted by him. Consider him as weak just like he is afraid.But nothing happened. She didn't even comment on it, to his surprise. She just ran her fingers through his hair,reassuring.
