As they stood there awkwardly, some of the staff members began to notice. The staff looked at them with disdain, their eyes scanning the boys from head to toe, clearly judging them based on their appearance.
One of the employees approached them with a condescending smirk. "Can we help you?" she asked in a tone that was anything but helpful. "This isn’t a store for window shopping."
The boys froze, unsure how to respond. Their faces flushed with embarrassment. The employee continued, whispering to another colleague loud enough for them to hear, “They probably can’t afford even one thing here.”
Jungkook clenched his fists, and RM was about to say something when Y/N suddenly appeared beside them. The moment the staff saw her, their entire demeanor changed. "Oh! Miss Y/N, welcome! How can we assist you today?" they asked, suddenly all smiles and politeness.
Y/N’s cold gaze flickered toward them. She had seen everything. Without a word to the employees, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. The employees were confused as they watched her make the call.
"Is this the owner?" Y/N asked coolly when the call connected. "This is Y/N, and I’m currently in one of your stores. Your staff just insulted my guests based on their appearance. I will not tolerate that kind of treatment. If this is how your employees behave, then I won’t be shopping here ever again."
She ended the call without waiting for a reply and turned to the boys. "We’re leaving." Her tone was icy and final.
They followed her out of the store in silence, the staff watching them go with wide eyes. Once they were outside, RM couldn’t hold back his guilt any longer. He stepped forward and bowed slightly, his voice soft. "Noona… we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to cause any trouble."
Y/N stopped walking and turned to face them, her expression stern but not unkind. "One more rule for you to follow," she said firmly. "Never think of yourselves as low. Never apologize for something you didn’t do."
Her words hung in the air for a moment before she turned and walked into another store. This time, she went straight to an employee and instructed them to gather various clothes for the boys—daily wear, pajamas, house clothes, innerwear, everything they would need.
The boys wanted to protest. It was too much, too extravagant for them, but Y/N’s cold glance made them close their mouths. They knew better than to argue with her now.
From the clothing store, Y/N led them through different shops—shoe stores, places that sold watches, skincare products, books, bags, and more. By the time they were done, they had more items than they could carry, and the boys felt overwhelmed. They weren’t used to having so many things, especially of such high quality.
Finally, they went to a restaurant for dinner. The boys were quiet as they sat down at the table, still in awe of the day’s events. The restaurant was just as lavish as the stores they had visited, and they couldn’t help but feel out of place again.
As the food arrived, their eyes widened in disbelief. The dishes were beautifully presented, and the smells were intoxicating. They hadn’t eaten anything since the previous morning, and their stomachs growled in hunger.
Y/N sat at the head of the table, her face still expressionless as she watched them eat. Though she didn’t say much, her presence spoke volumes. The boys realized that, beneath her cold exterior, Y/N had done all of this to take care of them. She didn’t show her emotions easily, but her actions had said everything they needed to know.
As they ate, they glanced at her occasionally, feeling a small sense of gratitude grow within them. For the first time in a long while, they felt safe.
After returning home, the boys quietly headed to their rooms, each one randomly choosing a space in the large mansion. The exhaustion of the day weighed heavily on them. As they unpacked their new clothes and belongings, they still felt out of place but grateful for the warmth and shelter they now had. One by one, they took quick showers, feeling the hot water wash away the cold and tension from the day. Once done, they fell into their beds, sleep taking over almost immediately.

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Noona || BTS
FanficThey called her *Noona*. She wanted to correct them, to tell them not to call her that. She wasn't their sister, not in the way that mattered. Yet, something about that word made her feel a warmth she hadn't experienced in years. It tugged at a part...