Y/N's life turns upside down when her mother marries the father of the seven most powerful men in the underworld-the BTS brothers. With each brother hiding their own dark secrets, Y/N is forced into a world of crime, pain, and betrayal. Can she lear...
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Y/N POV
I woke up to the sun hitting my face, groaning as I realized I forgot to close the curtains last night. "Ugh, how could I forget?" I muttered to myself, burying my face into the pillow in frustration. The clock on my bedside table read 9:00 AM. It was Saturday, which meant no university today—thank God for weekends.
I lazily sat up and dragged myself out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After my usual morning routine, I made my way downstairs, wondering if Mom was home or already off to work. Even on weekends, she usually spent her mornings at the office, but recently, she'd been acting differently.
As I reached the living room, I froze. To my surprise, she was there, sitting on the couch. I frowned. "Mom's home?" I thought. She was staring at her phone, typing away with a small smile playing on her lips. Was she... chatting with someone? She never smiled like that while texting.
"Morning, Mom," I greeted, hoping to get some answers.
She looked up briefly, still smiling. "Good morning, sweetie," she replied casually, before returning her attention to her phone.
I wanted to ask who she was chatting with but decided against it. Maybe she'd tell me later. I walked into the kitchen, feeling a sudden wave of nostalgia. For some reason, today I missed Dad more than usual. It had been five years since he passed away, and the pain never really went away. I sighed, memories flooding back.
Dad was my everything—my hero, my best friend. We used to do everything together, from going to the park to enjoying weekends at cafés. He was always there for me. I could talk to him about anything. Losing him was like losing a part of myself. I remember how devastated I was when he died. It still hurts, but I try to focus on the good memories.
He wasn’t just a great dad; he was kind-hearted, wise, and always knew how to make me smile. Even when I made mistakes, he’d stand by me, offering advice instead of judgment. His words still echo in my mind, reminding me to be strong, to find happiness in the little things.
I could almost hear his voice saying, "Don't worry, kiddo. Life’s tough, but so are you."
Tears threatened to spill, but I quickly blinked them away. I missed him so much.
I remember a day from years ago when I didn’t feel like enough, when nothing I did seemed to be good enough. It was a painful memory, but one that stayed with me.
Flashback
“Y/N, you didn’t do well in your English test. I expected better from you. But, you can always improve. Just make sure you don’t let this happen again,” the teacher said while handing me my paper.
I looked down at my marks—lower than I had expected. My heart sank, a heavy wave of disappointment washing over me. Why can’t I get better grades like everyone else? Was I not good enough? Why couldn’t I make my parents proud? I felt so lost in that moment, like I had failed in every possible way.
