Yira, a cafe worker with a spoiled brat attitude.
Taehyung, the owner of the cafe Yira works in.
Destiny played really nasty with these two lifes. Yira's bratty and spoiled behavior got into involved with Taehyung.
Taehyung is a short-tempered per...
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(Imagine him reading documents)
He is reading out her identity alone at his office uncovering secrets and piecing together her story.
"Kim Yira!"
" 21 years old!! "
"Law student,"
"Korean!"
A name caught his attention: "Hanoie" - Yira's younger sister.
Intrigued, Taehyung delved deeper. Hanoie, 19, was a High student, innocent and naive. Yira had taken on only one jobs to support her sister's education, sacrificing her own dreams.
Taehyung's gaze narrowed. This changed everything. He could use Hanoie as leverage against Yira, exploiting her vulnerability.
A sinister plan unfolded in his mind. He would manipulate Yira, using her sister's well-being as a pawn. The thought sent a thrill through him.
With a calculated smile, Taehyung picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"It's time to bring Yira under my control. Prepare a special task for her... one that involves her precious sister."
The game of cat and mouse intensified, Taehyung pulling the strings. Yira, unaware of the danger lurking, continued her life, shielded by her determination and love for Hanoie
But Taehyung's shadows loomed closer, threatening to shatter her world. The battle for power and revenge had only just begun, with Hanoie caught in the crossfire.
Flashback ends....
Yira stood in her bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her, thinking about how she had let Taehyung touch her, how she had given herself to him so completely.
She cried out loud, her voice echoing off the tiles. "Why did I let him do that? Why did I trust him?"
She slammed her fists on the counter, making the mirror shake. "I was so blind, so stupid!"
Tears streamed down her face as she thought about how vulnerable she had been, how open and trusting. She had given Taehyung her heart, her body, her everything.
And now, she felt like she had been tainted by his touch, like she needed to scrub herself clean to get rid of the memories.
Yira turned on the faucet, letting the cold water wash over her hands, her face, her body. She wanted to wash away the memories, wash away the pain.
But as she stood there, she knew it wouldn't be that easy. The memories would linger, the pain would remain. She would have to find a way to heal, to move on.
But for now, she just let the water wash over her, and she cried, letting out all the emotions she had been holding inside.
Yira's body shook with sobs as she stood under the cold water. She felt like she was washing away a part of herself, a part that she could never get back. She thought about how she had loved Taehyung, how she had trusted him, and how he had betrayed that trust.
