~The worst kind of sad is not being able to explain why~
Author's POV
Y/n's alarm buzzed precisely at 6:00 AM, cutting through the silence of her pristine, minimalist bedroom. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, allowing herself the brief luxury of lingering in bed before swinging her legs over the edge.
her eyes fluttering open to the pale, early morning light filtering through her minimalist, monochromatic bedroom.
She stretches languidly, her movements graceful yet detached, embodying the cold, distant persona she has perfected over the years.
Her movements were deliberate, each action performed with a detached elegance.
She ran her fingers through her hair, dark and sleek, before tying it back into a high ponytail.
Her morning routine was simple: a splash of cold water on her face, a quick brush of her teeth, and a glance in the mirror to confirm that her expression remained as stoic as ever.
Her wardrobe was a monochrome array of blacks, whites, and greys, and she selected a pair of flared black legging and a plain white tee, topped with a black light jacket. She completed the look with a pair of shoes, embodying her tomboyish style and indifferent attitude.
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Y/n descended the stairs to find her mother in the kitchen, chatting animatedly on the phone.
Her mother barely acknowledged her as she grabbed an apple from the counter and walked out the door.
Her stepbrothers-Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook-are waiting in the living room, equally cold and aloof. Her stepfather stands by the door, glancing at his watch. Y/N's mother is conspicuously absent, likely preoccupied with her own preparations.
Without a word, they file out of the house, Y/N trailing behind. The limousine for Y/N and her stepbrothers waits at the curb, gleaming under the morning sun, while her mother and stepfather step into a sleek SUV.
Outside, a sleek limousine was already waiting, flanked by an SUV where her mother and stepfather were just climbing in. Her stepbrothers were leaning against the limo, each lost in their own thoughts.
They barely glanced at her as she approached, and she didn't bother greeting them. Their mutual indifference was almost comforting in its consistency.
The ride to the mall was silent. Y/n stared out the window, watching the city blur by, her mind a blank canvas.
Her stepbrothers were equally taciturn, absorbed in their own worlds. When they finally arrived, the mall was already bustling with early shoppers.
Her mother and stepfather exited their SUV and immediately disappeared into the crowd, her mother's laughter trailing behind them.
"We'll meet back here at the food court in an hour," Namjoon announced, his voice authoritative but bored.
Y/n nodded absentmindedly, already walking away. She had no interest in the intricate rituals of wedding shopping.
Instead, she made a beeline for a high-end clothing store, one of the few she knew by name: Alexander McQueen.
The store was filled with extravagant gowns and designer suits, but she bypassed them all, heading straight for a rack of simpler dresses.
In less than five minutes, she had selected a dress: simple yet elegant, with clean lines that matched her aesthetic.
She paid for it without trying it on, confident in her choice, and made her way to the food court.
As she sat down with her phone, she noted the time. Fifty-five minutes to go. She scrolled through her social media feed, her face remaining expressionless even as she skimmed through the superficial lives of others.
Meanwhile, her mother is indulging in a shopping spree, taking full advantage of her soon-to-be husband's wealth.
Designer dresses, luxurious accessories, and high-end shoes pile up in her bags, each purchase more extravagant than the last.
Her stepfather follows, silent and resigned, his credit card seeing more action than his words.
The hour passed slowly, the din of the mall a distant hum in her ears. Eventually, her stepbrothers began to trickle into the food court, each carrying bags from various stores.
As the hour comes to a close, the family reconvenes at the food court. The table is soon filled with chatter-plans for the wedding, comments on the purchases, light banter among the stepbrothers.
Her mother and stepfather were the last to arrive, her mother's arms laden with shopping bags from the most expensive boutiques. They sat around the table, filling the air with chatter that excluded Y/n entirely.
Y/N sits quietly, her presence unnoticed, a familiar scenario she has grown accustomed to.
She nibbles on her food, her attention drifting back to her phone. The conversations flow around her, but she remains on the periphery, content in her solitude.
Y/n's mom - So, I got this beautiful dress from Versace
her mother gushed, showing off one of her purchases.
Y/n's mom - And the heels from Louboutin, just perfect for the wedding.
Her stepfather nodded indulgently, clearly accustomed to her extravagance.
Y/n's stepbrothers added their own comments, discussing suits and accessories with a dispassionate interest that matched her own.
Y/n continued to scroll through her phone, occasionally taking a bite of her food. She was content to be left out of the conversation.
It was a familiar position, one she had occupied for as long as she could remember. She had learned to find solace in her solitude, to draw strength from her independence.
This indifference is her armor, a shield she has wielded for years. Ignored but not bothered, Y/N has learned to find solace in her isolation.
It's a small comfort in a world where she feels perpetually out of place, yet she embraces it with a cold, unyielding grace.
Her mother didn't notice her silence, didn't care to include her. It was always about her mother and her mother's desires.
Her stepfather, engrossed in pleasing his soon-to-be wife, overlooked her entirely. And her stepbrothers, though cold and detached like her, had formed a bond amongst themselves that she had never been a part of.
When the meal was over, they gathered their bags and made their way back to the vehicles.
Y/n took her usual place in the limousine, her new dress a silent testament to her indifference.
The drive home was as quiet as the ride there had been, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
As the limo pulled into the driveway, Y/n stepped out and walked straight to her room.
She hung the dress in her closet and sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. The world outside was as cold and distant as she felt inside, and that was just the way she liked it.
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Yahhhh!!!! I finally wrote a long chapter with 1139 wordsss
