(P.O.V - When your mafia Boyfriend gets you a dress but you're insecure about your body)
The grand mansion stood as a symbol of both opulence and secrecy. Yn, a 22 years old university student, pushed open the heavy front door and entered, sighing in relief to be back in the comforting embrace of Min Yoongi's home. However, the respite was short-lived as the echoes of hurtful words from her classmates reverberated in her mind.
She wandered through the spacious halls, the silence of the mansion contrasting sharply with the noise of the outside world. Yn headed towards the couch laying on it and closing her eyes to escape the harsh reality she faced at university.
As she immersed herself in the comfort of the couch, the memories of the day surfaced. The relentless bullying about her appearance, the mocking whispers that followed her like shadows. Yn felt a pang in her chest, questioning her self-worth.
Unknown to her classmates, Yn was in a relationship with Min Yoongi, the CEO of Min Enterprises, a powerful businessman, and a figure in the dangerous world of the mafia. The contrast between her university life and the hidden reality of her relationship weighed heavily on her shoulders.
The mansion, usually a sanctuary, felt different without Yoongi's presence. She longed for his comforting embrace, the reassurance he provided. Little did her classmates know that the person they mocked was cherished by one of the most influential and feared men in Seoul.
The weight of the outside world seemed to dissipate, if only for a moment. The memories of the day lingered, the hurtful words echoing in her mind.
Mrs. Shin, the old maid who had been a constant presence in Yn's life, noticed the heaviness in her demeanor. With a motherly concern, she approached Yn, her gentle eyes filled with compassion. "Yn, my dear, is everything alright?"
Yn sighed, her eyes still closed as she spoke, "It's just... the same old story, Ajhumma. They don't seem to stop."
Mrs. Shin sat down beside Yn, offering a comforting presence. "People can be unkind, especially when they don't see the beauty within. But you, my child, are so much more than their words."
Yn opened her eyes, meeting the understanding gaze of Mrs. Shin. There was a warmth in the older woman's eyes, a kindness that had been a constant throughout Yn's life. "I just wish they knew the real me," Yn admitted, her voice laced with vulnerability.
Mrs. Shin tenderly stroked Yn's hair, a gesture of comfort that felt like a balm to Yn's wounded spirit. "Sometimes, my dear, people can't see beyond what they want to see. But there are those who cherish you for who you are, even if it's hidden from the world."
Yn felt a tear escape her eye, a mix of frustration and gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you, Ajhumma."
The older woman smiled, her wrinkled face reflecting years of wisdom. "You're not alone, Yn. You have people who care about you, even if the world doesn't see it. And remember, Yoongi sees the beauty in you that others are blind to."
"Please don't tell Yoongi about it"
Mrs. Shin continued to gently stroke Yn's hair as she spoke with a soft, motherly tone, "Yn, my dear, I understand why you might want to protect him from this. But keeping it to yourself won't make the burden any lighter. He cares for you deeply, and sharing your struggles may bring you both even closer."
Yn let out a heavy sigh, conflicted between her desire to shield Yoongi from additional stress and the growing need to confide in someone. "I know, Ajhumma, but he's already dealing with so much. I don't want to add to his worries."
