our princess ( Under Editing )

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On the other hand, in Korea

Jimin's POV

I sat contemplatively in the living room with Taehyung and Jungkook, reflecting on the past and the abduction of my sister by our mother. Despite years of relentless searching, she seemed to have vanished, leaving our father to succumb to grief. His love for Isabella was profound, yet that woman, unworthy of the title "mother," harbored such hatred that she stole his princess, his life, away from him. After my father's demise, my brothers and I were raised by uncles and aunts until Jin hyung turned 18 and took custody of us.

"Don't," said Taehyung, my twin brother, a mere three minutes younger than me. I raised my gaze with a calm, emotionless demeanor. "Don't dwell on the past. Whatever had to happen has happened. Let's focus on the future."

I nodded understanding, at this time it was useless to argue with him. Retrieving my laptop, I immersed myself in work, while Taehyung delved into files.

"Are you scared?" he asked after a few minutes. His ability to read me like an open book could be irksome at times, but he, above all, understood me the most.

"Aren't you?" I inquired after a moment's silence.

"No, I am worried, perhaps even scared," he confessed, surprising me. Why fear, of all emotions? He and Yoongi hyung excelled in emotional intelligence, expressing love silently.

"I am scared. Will she hate us? Will she remember us? Has Mom told her about us? Does she even want to meet us? We know nothing about her preferences, dislikes, or fears. Will she accept us?" Jungkook voiced his concerns. I even wanted to know the answers to these questions, but the truth could only unfold when we met and conversed with her.

"Don't worry; we will confront whatever happens. After all, she is our sister." I placed my hand on Jungkook's shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze in an attempt to comfort him.

To be continued...