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Author pov;
As the evening approached, the soft amber hues of the setting sun filtered through y/n's room, casting a golden glow over everything. She stood in front of her vanity, surrounded by a team of makeup artists, carefully chosen by her brother to ensure she looked flawless for the company's ten-year celebration. Her brother always believed she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but y/n had never truly seen herself the way he did. He knew how self-conscious she could be, so he made sure to send the best to help her feel confident tonight.
The makeup artists worked skillfully, enhancing her natural beauty with a subtle touch. Her eyes sparkled as they applied the finishing touches, the soft curls of her hair framing her face perfectly. She sat still, quietly observing their work, her hands nervously fidgeting in her lap as the minutes passed by.
Once they were done, y/n hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking toward the full-length mirror. She took a deep breath and finally glanced at her reflection.
For a brief moment, she couldn't believe what she saw. The girl staring back at her was stunning—elegant, graceful, and everything she had hoped she could be but never fully believed. Her dress hugged her in all the right places, the delicate fabric shimmering softly under the light. Her skin glowed, her makeup enhancing the features she had always been too shy to appreciate.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as she took in the full picture.
"Is that really me?" she whispered to herself, her hand gently brushing against the fabric of her dress as if to confirm she wasn't dreaming.
The artists smiled knowingly. "Told you, you're a natural beauty," one of them said, packing away her brushes.
y/n blushed slightly, still in awe of her transformation. For the first time in a long while, she felt beautiful—not just because of the makeup or the dress, but because she could finally see herself the way Yoongi always told her she was.
"Oppa will be proud," she thought to herself, a small, genuine smile creeping onto her lips.
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Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her face as she took in her reflection. "Oh my god, I can't believe this... It's me!" she exclaimed, still in awe of the transformation. Her voice carried through the halls, and before she could say another word, Mrs. Lee burst into the room, concern etched on her face.
"What's the matter, my dear? Why are you shouting—" Mrs. Lee's words trailed off as she laid eyes on y/n, now fully dressed and radiant. A look of sheer awe crossed her face. "My princess, you're looking breathtaking. How will any man survive seeing you tonight?" she teased with a warm smile.
Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she waved her hands dismissively. "Aish, Eomma, don't say that! I can't be a murderer, you know that, right?" she replied, her voice filled with playful exasperation.
Mrs. Lee chuckled softly. "My silly girl. Now come downstairs quickly. Your brother will be here any minute, okay?" She gave y/n's shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaving the room.
Yoongi's POV:
As I sat on the couch, waiting for y/n, I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion when I finally saw her. She called out to me, her voice soft yet filled with excitement, but I was too mesmerized to respond immediately. She was breathtaking—so much like our mother, Mrs. Min Yoonji. My heart swelled with pride, but at the same time, memories of our mother came flooding back, overwhelming me for a moment. My eyes stung with tears, but I quickly wiped them away before she could notice.
I had to stay strong for her, just like I always promised myself I would.
Y/n's POV:
I called out to Oppa, but he just stood there, staring at me like he was lost in thought. His eyes glistened for a moment, and I felt a pang of worry. "Oppa, are you crying?" I asked, my voice softening as I walked closer to him.
He blinked, then quickly wiped his eyes, smiling at me with that familiar warm smile. "No, no, I'm just so happy to see you. You're looking so beautiful, as always, my Princess," he said before leaning down to kiss my forehead gently.
I smiled up at him. "Hmm, Eomma was saying I'm going to take men's lives today with my beauty. You'll save me from the police, right?" I teased, letting out a soft laugh to ease the tension.
He chuckled and shook his head, his mock-serious expression making me giggle. "Ha ha, sure. No one can touch my Princess, even if she kills someone."
I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks, Oppa. You're looking really handsome too," I said before hugging him tightly, finding comfort in his familiar embrace.
"Shall we go now, Princess?" he asked, taking my hand in his, his voice filled with affection.
"As you wish, Prince Yoongi," I replied dramatically, playing along, feeling lighter now that we were together.
Author's POV:
The sleek black limo pulled up in front of the event venue after a 30-minute drive. As Yoongi and y/n stepped out of the car, the sound of cameras clicking, reporters shouting, and flashing lights surrounded them. The media swarmed the entrance, eager to capture every moment as the Min siblings made their entrance.
Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, nervousness bubbling up as the crowd closed in around them. She wasn't used to all this attention, and the weight of their gazes made her feel small for a moment.
But then she felt Yoongi's steady hand tighten around hers, and she instantly felt a sense of calm. He always knew how to protect her, even in moments like these. With him by her side, she gathered her courage, lifting her chin slightly as they walked toward the entrance.
Together, the Min siblings stepped into the spotlight, their bond unshakable, facing the world with quiet strength.
