WHISPERED PROMISE || MIN YOONGI X OC

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Alia stared out the window, her mind buzzing with questions. The mansion was opulent, unlike anything she'd ever seen. Yoongi, a writer? It all seemed so out of place. And the guards... why would a writer need armed guards?

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Feeling cooped up, Alia ventured downstairs and found Mrs. Kim humming happily in the kitchen. Alia's stomach rumbled, reminding her of the delicious breakfast. "Can I help with anything?" she asked hesitantly.

Mrs. Kim's smile was warm. "No need, dear. You relax. Mr. Min wouldn't want you to lift a finger." Alia felt a flicker of warmth at the mention of Yoongi. Mrs. Kim's concern was genuine.

Alia persisted, boredom gnawing at her. Finally, Mrs. Kim relented, assigning her simple tasks like chopping vegetables. As they worked, a comfortable silence settled between them. Mrs. Kim shared stories about her own past, and Alia, in turn, spoke about her time at the orphanage... She felt comfortable telling her.

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Meanwhile, Yoongi sat in his office, the report on Alia spread out before him. It was disappointingly thin. Just her name, age, and a basic outline of her upbringing. Relief washed over him. There was nothing suspicious, and at the same time nothing that would explain the fear that haunted her eyes. His friend must have been mistaken.she is no danger to him.. Her profile was clear.

He closed the file and turned his attention to work. But throughout the day, Alia's face kept popping into his head.. He don't know why.. Maybe she is the first girl that he brought home in his 25 years of life.. Or maybe she doesn't have any family?.. But something.. Felt different.. About her!

When he finally arrived home, the sight that greeted him sent a jolt through him. There was Mrs. Kim, and Alia, both laughing as they set the table. A strange feeling, a mix of relief and something more, bubbled in his chest. He couldn't quite place it, but seeing Alia smile felt... good.

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Alia paced the room, gnawing on her lower lip. The clothes Yoongi had lent her were soft and comfortable, a stark contrast to the worn ones she'd left behind.

But the kindness only intensified her unease. How could she trust a stranger, especially one who lived in such a nice place?

Yoongi entered the room, a steaming mug in his hand. "Here," he said, offering it to her. "Chamomile tea. It'll help you sleep."

Alia hesitated, then took the mug, the warmth seeping into her chilled hands. "Thank you," she mumbled.

Yoongi sat down on the edge of the bed. "You mentioned working at a hotel," he began gently. "Would you be interested in finding a temporary job somewhere else? Maybe somewhere safer?"He doesn't want her to feel as a burden to him.. He wanted her to feel at home.. So this is a good idea.. And at the same time.. He will not send her to any random place that would bring trouble.. He already have a place in mind.. That is safe for him and her.

Alia looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Why would you do that for me?"Finally she asked it.. How can someone do something for the person they doesn't know.. Why does he have to do that for her?

Yoongi shrugged. "Because nobody deserves to feel unsafe at work, especially not after what you've been through."He wanted to say something.. But didn't.