LOVE VS OBSESSION?
"You said you loved me, but I only ever felt caged."
Y/N never wanted to fall for someone like him-mysterious, broken, dangerous. But Kim Taehyung wasn't just a boy with demons. He was a storm she couldn't resist... until his love...
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As we touched down near Y/n's residence, our goodbyes were exchanged.
Yet, a sinister atmosphere enveloped the scene when I turned right, discovering a throng near her house. . .Ignoring the unease, Jennie's sudden scream redirected my attention..
"Y/n!" she cried out, collapsing to the ground. Jennie raced towards her, urging me to hastily park and join the unfolding drama.
In the midst of chaos, Jennie anxiously questioned, "What's wrong?" Y/n, with a trembling voice, uttered,
"Police," pointing towards her house.
With a sense of urgency, we followed her through the crowd, only to witness the grim spectacle of an older man - her father, as confirmed by Jennie.
Y/n confronted the situation, her mother and sister looking on in distress.
"Why are you taking my father?" she pleaded with the officers.
Feeling compelled to intervene, I identified myself as Mr. Park's son from Realsam Company, asserting my role as her friend and seeking clarification on the unfolding nightmare.
The officer's explanation revealed reports of abuse, broken vases, and a scar on the wife.
Shock and tension gripped the air as I processed the severity of the situation.
Yet, Y/n, already aware, stood resolute, challenging the unfolding horror with a quiet determination.
"Y/n locked eyes with the stern-faced cop, pressing for answers. '
Who reported it?' she questioned.
His response was shrouded in secrecy. 'That's confidential,' he coldly replied.
To free him, she realized she had to unveil the dark history of abuse.
The weight of the steps she needed to take hung heavily in the air.
As the police prepared to take him away, Y/n's tear-filled eyes met her father's guilt-ridden face, and the onlookers dispersed,
leaving whispers in their wake. Jennie and I ushered them inside, shielding them from judgmental glances.
Y/n's mother appeared weak and worn, a visible scar etched across her face, a painful reminder of her husband's violent outburst.
'I didn't tell anyone,' Y/n sobbed, questioning who had betrayed her father.
Her mother wore a slow, pained smile. 'We may never know, but someone thought of us.'..
