𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙽 |𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒇 | 𝑩𝑻𝑺

10

The night was filled with peace—a peace of sadness, agony, fear, and anger.

Everything looked so fine on the surface, like Kim's mansion, or perhaps a person's life.

But who would get a chance to see the inner part, which was broken into pieces?

The last text in the living room stuck in their minds like a haunting piece of artwork.

"Earlier, the youngest girl of Bae's was having a panic attack."

A few were taken aback.

Namjoon, whose mind is sharper than ice, fell into a dilemma.

Seokjin's heart was filled with pity.

Yoongi fell back into his pit of memories where he suffered something similar.

Hoseok was struck.

The maknaes? They're unreadable.

But everyone had the same question, what had happened to her?

Was it their business? Did they care? Or was it just mere human curiosity?

Some of the Kim siblings were knocked back to their senses.

Who was Yn to them? A stepsibling, a petite girl, looking as if she were dead.

But the first thing to remember is that she is a human, just like all of them.

Was it her fault that their father decided to marry Bae In-ah?

Wasn't it foolish of them to treat her like that?

Why did they feel like they were the center of everyone's life?

Just like them, Yn had a life, her likes and dislikes, just like Rune and Miso have. Just like any human does.

She is arrogant, indeed, but who started it first?

Everyone's mind was filled with their thoughts, each in their personal space.

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Yn's pov.

Life, what is it? 
Is it just breathing? Or truly living?

I want to live life, a real-life where the character smiles all day long, where the character has a good, loving family and friends.

Is that too much to ask?

Every time I felt alone, I made myself stronger, but I'm tired of it.

How peaceful would it be if there was someone I could hug when I was feeling breathless just a moment ago?

Every time I try to forget a dark part of my past, why does this so-called universe make me recall it again?

The experts say the mind is played by the body, then why is my own body against me?

How do I forget these memories? How do I erase them? What did I do to deserve all this pain?

I wonder if there's anything else in my life besides pain.

I still don’t understand why no one wants me, and the people who did want me were taken by God.

What an unspeakable life I'm living.

I heard a throat clearing and knew who it was.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned without turning around.

"Getting some fresh air," Hoseok replied.

"Are you... okay?" he asked, his confidence low, unsure of what he was doing here.