"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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It was early autumn in Korea, September ushering in the first hints of cooler weather. The air carried a slight chill, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees that were beginning to don shades of amber and gold. Y/n strode confidently through the bustling airport, her attire reflecting the casual yet stylish vibe of the season. She wore black tight jeans that hugged her frame perfectly, paired with a sleek black buttoned shirt that accentuated her slender figure. A denim cap adorned her head, adding a touch of laid-back charm to her ensemble. Black tricking goggles hung on Captivating eyes.
Her features were striking-deep, expressive eyes that glinted with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as she took in the familiar sights and sounds of her homeland. Her lips, curved into a subtle smile, hinted at a blend of emotions stirring within her. Dark hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo in the soft airport lighting.
As she walked, Y/n observed her surroundings with keen interest, her gaze catching glimpses of paparazzi cameras flashing discreetly in the background, reminders of the public scrutiny that awaited her return. Despite this, she remained composed, her demeanor poised and collected. ~~~
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A/n ; Ignore the mask
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Soon, her attention was drawn to a familiar face amidst the crowd-a man dressed in a sharp suit, accompanied by a few discreetly positioned men who exuded an air of quiet authority. It was Lee, her mother's trusted confidant, the one who had shielded her from harm during that fateful incident years ago. Y/n noted how he had aged, his features now etched with maturity and experience.
Lee approached her with a small bow, a respectful smile playing on his lips. "Welcome back, Miss Y/n," he greeted warmly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia mixed with relief at seeing her safe and sound after all these years.
Y/n returned his smile, a sense of gratitude washing over her as she replied, "Thank you, Lee. It's good to be back." Her voice was calm yet tinged with the underlying complexities of her emotions upon returning to Korea.
