In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
Yuri stared at the list in her diary, her mind racing as she planned her next move. Each name held weight—each connection she had carefully cultivated, weaving herself into their hearts.
1. Completion Status List
Completed: Kim Mingyu, Hong Jisoo
In Progress: Lee Seokmin, Jeon Wonwoo, Lee Chan
Not Started: Choi Seungcheol, Yoon Jeonghan, Wen Junhui, Kwon Soonyoung, Lee Jihoon, Xu Minghao, Boo Seungkwan, Chwe Vernon
2. Emotional Response List
Easiest to Control: Kim Mingyu, Hong Jisoo , Jeon Wonwoo, Lee Seokmin , Lee Chan
Hard to Control: Yoon Jeonghan, Lee Jihoon , Chwe Vernon
Yuri sat surrounded by books, a sea of pages detailing everything from emotional manipulation to the fine art of seduction. She was meticulous, devouring each sentence, taking notes on psychological triggers and how to subtly influence emotions. Her eyes skimmed through chapters about controlling desires, reading people’s vulnerabilities, and mastering conversations. She knew she had to be careful, calculated, in her next steps.
Books on assertiveness and intellectual strategy lay open, waiting to be absorbed, giving her insights into how to handle someone like Choi Seungcheol or Yoon Jeonghan—men who were not easily swayed.
Yuri understood that to lure them in, she needed to learn how to balance seduction and intellect, when to appear vulnerable and when to be assertive. This was no longer just about attraction; it was about mastering the psychological labyrinth that would lead her to complete control.
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Yuri stepped out of her room, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against her skin as she walked towards the kitchen. The dress, a delicate cream with soft floral prints, fluttered lightly with each step. The off-shoulder top hugged her frame, the matching skirt tied neatly at her waist, accentuating her figure.
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She entered the kitchen and saw Mingyu standing at the stove, focused on cooking. The scent of his meal filled the room, and she quietly stood beside him, admiring his concentration. He noticed her and, with a gentle smile, made her sit on the counter.
“Try this,” he said, offering her a small spoonful of his cooking. She tasted it, her eyes lighting up at the flavor. Mingyu wiped a small crumb from the corner of her mouth, his thumb lingering for a moment, making her heart race. He always had that effect on her—his devotion, the way he cooked for her, and how he never wavered in his love.
