The days following the conversation with Taehyung were filled with an unsettling silence. Yn could feel the distance between them growing, yet the tension lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. She had expected Taehyung to come after her, to try to assert his dominance once more, but instead, he seemed to retreat into the shadows of his cold, controlled world.
Yn continued her daily routine—managing the household, keeping up with the business, and pretending like she didn’t care about the slow burn of her situation. But deep down, she couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that something was shifting. Taehyung wasn’t done with her yet. He never would be.
One morning, after a long night of restless sleep, Yn woke to find a note on the dining table. The handwriting was elegant, the words brief: Meet me in the garden at noon. There’s something important we need to discuss. It was from Taehyung.
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the note again. Was this a trap? Was he going to make his demands clear once more? The uncertainty weighed on her, but she had no choice. The thought of staying locked in the mansion all day again was suffocating.
At noon, Yn made her way to the garden, where the bright sun contrasted the heavy atmosphere that always surrounded Taehyung. He stood near a fountain, his figure tall and imposing, as usual. The sight of him made her stomach twist, but she kept her composure as she approached.
“You wanted to talk?” she asked, her voice steady but guarded.
Taehyung turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “I think it’s time we made something clear, Yn,” he began, his deep voice cold as ever. “You’ve been resistant, and I understand that. But you need to accept the reality of your situation. You’re not leaving. Not now, not ever.”
Yn felt her heart pound in her chest, the same frustration bubbling up inside her. “I already told you, I don’t belong here. You can’t just control me, Taehyung.”
A flicker of something in his eyes—something darker, sharper—flashed before it was quickly hidden behind the mask of indifference. “You still don’t understand, do you?” His voice dropped to a low, almost threatening tone. “You belong to me. Whether you want to or not.”
Yn’s blood ran cold at his words. She had known he was obsessed, but hearing him say it so bluntly made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She took a step back, her pulse quickening. “I’m not a possession, Taehyung. You can’t make me feel like one.”
For a moment, there was silence between them. The birds in the trees, the soft sound of the water in the fountain—it all seemed to fade into the background. Then, slowly, Taehyung took a step forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
“I’m not trying to make you feel anything, Yn,” he said, his voice softer, but no less chilling. “I’m giving you everything you could ever want. I’m giving you a life, a place in this world, and all you have to do is accept it.”
Yn clenched her fists at her sides. “I didn’t ask for any of this. You don’t get to decide my life.”
Taehyung’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. “Then you’ll learn,” he said, his voice cold again, but there was something almost sadistic in the way he said it. “You’ll learn that you don’t have a choice. Not with me.”
A tense silence followed his words, and Yn could feel the weight of the moment settling on her shoulders. She wanted to fight him, wanted to scream, but deep down, she knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Taehyung’s power was absolute, and in this world, she was just another pawn in his game.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, finally, Taehyung turned to walk away, but before he could leave, he paused and glanced back at her over his shoulder.
“One more thing,” he said, his voice softer, almost as if it were a warning. “You’ll learn to call me ‘Daddy,’ Yn. It’s a title you’ll earn eventually.”
His words hit her like a blow, leaving her breathless, her mind spinning. The last thing she wanted was to be tied to him in that way, but the way he said it—so cold, yet possessive—sent a wave of unease through her.
As he walked away, Yn stood frozen in the garden, her mind racing. Was this really her life now? Was she really going to have to give in to his control? She refused to believe that. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
But Taehyung had made it clear—this was just the beginning of a game she wasn’t sure she could win. And she wasn’t sure she was ready for what he had in store for her next.
The battle was only starting.
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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...
