"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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Y/n stood at the airport, ready for her departure to Korea. The bustling terminal around her was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions she felt inside. She looked at Alexei and her friend, Anya, who had come to see her off after their visit to the museum Alexei had suggested.
Anya pulled Y/n into a tight hug, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't believe you're really leaving," Anya said, her voice muffled against Y/n's shoulder.
"I know," Y/n replied, her own voice trembling slightly. "I'm going to miss you so much."
They pulled back, and Alexei gave Y/n a warm smile. "Hey, it's not like you're disappearing forever. We'll stay in touch, and you'll visit, right?"
"Of course," Y/n said, trying to keep her tone light. "And you'll have to come to Korea. I'll show you all the best places."
Anya laughed, wiping her eyes. "You bet we will. And don't forget to send us pictures. We want to see everything!"
They chatted cheerfully for a while, sharing memories and inside jokes. Anya recounted a particularly funny incident from one of their trips. "Remember when we got lost in that maze at the botanical gardens? We thought we'd never find our way out!"
Y/n laughed, the sound mingling with the airport's ambient noise. "How could I forget? We ended up sitting in the middle, eating snacks until someone found us."
"And that time at the New Year's festival," Alexei added, "when you tried to teach us that traditional Korean dance. We were terrible!"
Y/n grinned. "You weren't that bad. Besides, you both have plenty of time to practice when you visit."
As the final boarding call for her flight echoed through the terminal, the reality of her departure settled in. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions.
Alexei and Anya each gave her one last hug, their expressions a mix of sadness and encouragement. "Take care of yourself, Y/n," Alexei said, his voice sincere. "And remember, we're just a call away."
