Beauty Next Door (vsoo)

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A tear rolled down her eyes and slowly dropped onto the wet land. Her teary, puffy-red eyes could break anyone's heart.

She cried silently, the kind of cry you only see at funerals-a painful, emotional cry, as if losing someone so dear.

Sadness gripped her features, her eyes quivering with emotion. She was broken and in pain.

She held her mother's arm with one hand and wiped the tears falling down her face with the other, crying in unison with her. Lifeless tears, overwhelming sadness at the loss of her beloved father.

Everyone around her wore black. A long black dress hung to her mother's ankles, while a black dress to her knees was worn by Jisoo. Her grip on her mother's arm loosened as she felt an overwhelming breakdown coming on.

Families, friends, and partners were all dressed in black. Heads down, mourning the person they had lost. Some were gossiping about the incident-tragic, heartbreaking. Murder. Someone killed her father.

"Who would do that... and why did it have to be you?" she whispered, creasing the headstone with her slender fingers.

She cried again, looking up as if believing her father was up in the sky watching her.

"Dad... who did this? Who did this to you? Why... why did it have to be you?" she whispered, still not convinced that her beloved father, her superhero, was gone. Someone killed him. Who did this? Why?

She wasn't aware that the one who did this was watching everything-watching her, with crocodile tears in his eyes.

Standing beside her, the hands that had killed her father gently patted her back, trying to soothe her overwhelming sadness.

But he was interrupted by the crowd's gossip when a man in full police officer attire entered the funeral site.

They had caught the person? Of course not. The one who killed her father was standing beside her, wearing a black suit as her fiancé.

"What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling, but she held onto the power and authority her father once had.

The police officers stood still, bowing slightly before handing her a letter-the key to the one who had done this.

"What's this?" she asked, gulping nervously, glancing around at her mother and then at her fiancé, who stood still, unaltered, strangely calm.

"Mrs. Kim killed her own husband for property, which she never would have gotten until Mr. Kim died... Miss Jisooshi, your mother is a murderer."

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It's exactly seven in the evening. A knock echoed on Jisoo's apartment door, and she instantly knew who it was. As she opened the door, she froze, shocked by what she saw.

Taehyung looked incredibly handsome, more than she had ever noticed. She'd seen him in suits, casual t-shirts, and office wear, but never in a plain shirt that perfectly hugged his chiseled chest and showed off his muscular biceps. He looked nothing short of godly.

Taehyung stood there, wearing a plain white shirt and grey pants. When he caught her lingering gaze on him, he smiled softly and coughed awkwardly, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. He glanced around, trying to hide his own slight nervousness.

Jisoo quickly moved back, giving him space to enter, which he did, flashing a wide smile when his eyes landed on Rowoon, who was cutely drinking water. The little boy set his glass down on the table beside him and rushed into Taehyung's arms. Taehyung happily scooped him up and kissed his rosy cheeks, causing Jisoo to smile warmly at the sight.