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The sun shone brightly through the curtains of your small, cozy home, casting a warm glow on the family pictures that adorned the walls. Laughter filled the air as you, a ten-year-old girl, played with your toys on the living room floor. Your parents, always supportive and loving, watched you with smiles, their joy radiating through every corner of the house. It was a perfect day, one that you wished would never end. But that peace was shattered in an instant. It started with a loud bang, a sound that echoed through the halls like thunder. Your heart raced as you turned towards the door, confusion gripping you. Then, a man stormed in, his eyes wild with rage. You didn't recognize him, but the look on his face was enough to freeze your blood. "Why can't you be miserable like me?" he shouted, his voice filled with a twisted kind of jealousy. "You think you can just be happy? I won't let you!"
You watched in horror as he lunged at your parents, who had rushed to protect you. They fought back, but the man was fueled by a darkness you couldn't comprehend. You clutched your toy, too scared to scream, too terrified to move. Time seemed to slow as the nightmare unfolded. You saw everything—the brutal struggle, the fear in your parents' eyes, the glint of the knife he wielded. They tried to shield you, but the man's rage was uncontrollable. The world around you blurred into chaos, but the image of your parents, once vibrant and full of life, would forever be etched in your memory as they fell to the ground, lifeless. You gasped, unable to process the reality of what you had witnessed. The man turned to you, a cruel smile on his lips, as if relishing your despair. "Now you'll know what it's like to lose everything," he sneered before fleeing the scene, leaving you alone in a sea of blood and sorrow.
Days later, in a courtroom that felt foreign and cold, you found yourself facing the aftermath of that horrific day. The man stood there, smug and unrepentant, surrounded by a family that exuded privilege and power. They spun lies and manipulated the truth, twisting the narrative until it made no sense. "He's just a troubled man," one of them claimed, their voice dripping with disdain. "He didn't mean any harm." You felt your heart harden as you listened, gripping the edge of the stand. The evidence of your trauma felt heavy in the air, but it was as if no one could see it. The judge, in his black robe, looked down at the man with a pitying expression, dismissing the gravity of the situation. "There's not enough evidence to convict," he declared, sealing your parents' fate with a single statement. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at the family, your fists clenched so tightly that your nails dug into your palms.
Hatred bubbled up inside you, raw and potent. You hated them to the core, each member of that family who dared to protect the monster who had stolen everything from you. But amidst your anger, there was one person who watched you silently from the back of the courtroom—Jungkook, a twelve-year-old boy with an innocent face and deep brown eyes that seemed to hold an understanding beyond his years. He stood there, his heart aching for you. He could see your pain and sorrow, and it made him feel a surge of protectiveness he had never experienced before. In that moment, Jungkook vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to keep you safe, to shield you from a world that had already tried to break you. Little did he know that this would be the beginning of a bond forged in darkness, one that would lead to unforeseen consequences as you both navigated the shadows of your past.
