Everyone was running here and there to get things, dreading any delay that would bring upon them the wrath of Min Yoongi. His bedroom was occupied by stylists fixing the dresses of girls, artists adjusting makeup so it was just right and girls whining about hurtful heels. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yoongi praised himself that he let his stylist keep the outfit with her and bring it on the D-day directly.
Just like the press conference, first came in the owner of the building; Jimin, then the in charge of food; Hoseok and his sister.
Next were the Kim family, holding Y/n in between. Jin and Namjoon stood by her sides and Taehyung stood behind closely. Next people were the hosts, the Min brothers and their mother, walking together in swag with secretaries following behind.
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FanfictionShe had only once experienced being loved in these 16 years of life. After she separated from her family or to say her brothers being the only ones she blurrily recalls as her family, it was her 'father' who adored her but unknowingly he pushed her...