Yn lay in a lavish bedroom, the silence of the mansion overwhelming her. The room was beautiful, but it felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. Velvet curtains blocked out the harsh light of the outside world, and the king-sized bed seemed to swallow her whole, like a constant reminder of how small and insignificant she felt.
She tossed and turned, unable to escape her thoughts. The events of the day kept replaying in her mind: her family’s betrayal, her aunt’s ruthless decision, and Taehyung’s cold, calculating presence. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her life had slipped out of her hands forever.
A knock on the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. She sat up quickly, her heart racing. "Yes?" she called out, trying to mask the fear in her voice.
The door opened slowly, and a man in a sharp suit entered. He had the same air of authority that Taehyung exuded, and Yn could tell instantly that he was one of his men.
"Taehyung sent me," he said, his voice firm. "He wants you downstairs."
Yn’s stomach twisted. She had barely seen Taehyung since she arrived, and the few interactions they had were unsettling. His eyes always seemed to pierce through her, like he could read every thought she had. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her now, but she knew better than to refuse.
"Okay," she said quietly, standing up and following the man out of the room. She felt like a puppet, following orders she didn’t understand. Every step seemed to echo in the vast, empty hallways of the mansion, reminding her of just how alone she was.
When they reached the main floor, Taehyung was waiting for her in the living room, seated in a black leather chair. His posture was relaxed, but there was an edge to him that kept her on edge. His eyes met hers the moment she entered, and his gaze was as unreadable as ever.
"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the seat across from him.
Yn hesitated but did as he asked, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap. She didn’t speak, unsure of what to say. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating.
"I trust you're settling in well?" Taehyung asked, his voice calm, but there was something sharp beneath his words.
"Yes," Yn replied, her voice trembling slightly. "It’s... fine."
Taehyung didn’t respond immediately. He simply studied her, his piercing gaze making her feel exposed. It was as though he could see right through her, and it made her uncomfortable.
"I know this is difficult for you," he said after a long pause. "But you need to understand that you’re in my world now. Things are done differently here."
Yn looked down at her hands, trying to find the strength to hold her ground. "I didn’t ask for any of this," she said quietly. "I didn’t choose this life."
"I know," Taehyung said softly, his tone almost... regretful? But then it disappeared, replaced by that familiar coldness. "But you’re here now. And you’ll learn to adapt. Everyone does."
Yn’s heart sank. Was this her fate now? To be a pawn in his world, to follow his rules without question?
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her pride and anger beginning to rise. "And what exactly do you want from me?" she asked, her voice stronger than she felt.
Taehyung didn’t flinch. He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I want you to accept your place here. It’s not a matter of what I want from you—it’s about what you will do for me."
Yn clenched her fists in her lap, feeling a surge of frustration. "You’re asking me to be obedient to you. To give up everything I’ve known. I’m not just some... possession you can control."
Taehyung leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re right," he said, his voice cold but not unkind. "You’re not a possession. But you are in my care now. You have a choice: to fight it or accept it. And if you fight, it will be harder for you."
Yn met his gaze head-on, her fear momentarily forgotten in the face of her stubbornness. "Why do you even care? What do you want from me? You’ve got everything you could ever need."
Taehyung’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I care because you’re mine now. And I protect what’s mine."
His words sent a chill through Yn’s spine. "Protect?" she repeated, almost in disbelief. "Is that what this is? Some kind of twisted form of protection?"
"It’s not twisted," Taehyung said. "In my world, it’s simple. You follow my rules, and you’ll be taken care of. Break them, and you’ll regret it."
Yn felt a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and a strange curiosity. There was more to Taehyung than he was letting on, she could tell. Beneath the cold exterior, she sensed something... deeper. But she didn’t know if she was ready to uncover it.
"I’ll do what I have to do," Yn said, her voice steady. "But don’t think for a second that I’ll ever accept this."
Taehyung’s eyes softened just a fraction. "We’ll see," he replied quietly.
Yn didn’t know what to make of his words. She didn’t know what would happen next, but for the first time, she wondered if there might be more to her life here than just survival.
Perhaps, somewhere in this cold, unfeeling world, she would find something worth fighting for.
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FanfictionYn, born healthy but neglected by her family in favor of her weak twin sister, Yena, leaves home at 18 to start a new life. She finds love but discovers her boyfriend cheating on her with Yena. Her family sends her to her aunt's house, where she is...
