~I didn't want to be alive anymore, but I didn't want to die either~
Noon sunlight poured through the half-closed blinds of Y/N's small bedroom, casting long shadows on the sparse furnishings. She moved methodically, her emotions as muted as the color palette of her surroundings.
Y/N had packed all her belongings into a single shoulder bag-a testament to her minimalist lifestyle and the transience of her existence.
She dressed in her signature aesthetic tomboy outfit: black ripped jeans, a loose-fitting white shirt, and a leather jacket.
Her hair was tied back in a practical ponytail. One earbud was in, blasting her favorite playlist as she slung the bag over her shoulder and headed downstairs.
The house was eerily silent, devoid of the usual bustle that accompanies moving day.
In the dining room, she found no one waiting for her, no signs of familial farewell. Y/N settled on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, finding solace in the digital world where she could escape the cold reality of her life.
An hour passed in quiet solitude before her mother's presence broke the monotony.
Her mother, a fake woman whose words could cut as sharply as her glares, descended the stairs and barked, "Let's go," in a blunt tone. Y/N, used to this indifference, merely nodded and followed her mother outside to the waiting car.
The drive to her stepfather's mansion was as silent as it was long. For three hours, the only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle as they shifted in their seats.
Neither Y/N nor her mother felt the need to break the oppressive silence. Y/N watched the scenery pass by, a blur of green fields and distant mountains, as she wondered what awaited her at the end of this journey.
Upon arriving at the mansion, Y/N's mother rang the doorbell. A maid, dressed immaculately in black and white, greeted them warmly-a stark contrast to the reception Y/N was accustomed to.
Inside, the mansion was grand and opulent, every corner speaking of wealth and power. In the living room, her stepfather and his seven sons were seated, their gazes sharp and assessing as they took in the newcomers.
Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all possessed the same cold, piercing eyes-a family trait that hinted at deeper, darker secrets.
Her mother's demeanor changed instantly as she rushed to embrace her husband, a display of affection that Y/N knew was as fake as the smile plastered on her face.
She understood her mother's true motives: this marriage was not about love but about money and status. Only Y/N saw through the charade.
The stepfather, a man of few words, called a maid to show Y/N to her room. She followed the maid through winding corridors until they reached a dark, elegantly furnished room that matched her aesthetic perfectly.
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The deep hues of the décor and the heavy curtains that blocked out the sunlight gave the room a gothic, almost sinister feel. It was the one part of this new life that resonated with her, and she was determined to make it her sanctuary.
As dinner time approached, Y/N took a cold shower, letting the icy water numb her thoughts. She changed into a simple black night suit, comfortable yet fitting the dark vibe she preferred. When she went downstairs, she found her new stepfamily already gathered around the dining table.
She chose a random seat, keeping her head down, her presence barely acknowledged by the others.
The dinner proceeded with polite conversation and superficial pleasantries. The stepbrothers exchanged stories and laughter, a stark contrast to the silent figure of Y/N who preferred the comfort of her own thoughts.
She ate quietly, savoring the isolation amidst the noise.
After dinner, everyone retired to their rooms. Y/N returned to her sanctuary, feeling the weight of her new reality settle in. She stood by the window, staring out into the night.
The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the sprawling estate, a beautiful yet haunting sight.
As she looked out, a sense of foreboding filled her heart. She knew that life in this mansion would be different.
The coldness of her stepfamily mirrored her own, yet there was an underlying tension, a sense of danger that she couldn't ignore.
Her instincts told her that the façade of normalcy hid something much darker, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't yet comprehend.
For now, she would watch and wait, letting the shadows of the night keep her company.
The mansion held secrets, and Y/N was determined to uncover them, even if it meant facing dangers she had never imagined.
As she finally lay down to sleep, her mind whirled with thoughts of the unknown future, a mix of fear and anticipation. This was just the beginning, and Y/N was ready for whatever came next.
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