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Kim Taehyung, a lawyer by profession, cold and stern were the only words that could describe him..... But is it?
Jeon Jungkook, a high school dropout student, her life had been cruel to crush her dream of being a l...
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Next Day
The next day dawned, but for Jungkook, it felt like the beginning of another nightmare. She rose quietly before the sun, preparing to start her chores as usual, hoping the day would be uneventful. But as she passed through the hallway carrying a basket of freshly folded laundry, her cousins ambushed her from behind. Before she could react, a cold splash drenched her, and she looked down in shock to find bright red paint dripping down her clothes, her arms, and even her face.
Laughter erupted around her as her cousins stepped back, their faces alight with amusement. Jungkook's hands trembled, and she could only stare at them, stunned and humiliated, as they put on a mocking display of concern.
"Oh my god, Jungkook! Look at the mess you've made!" one cousin shrieked, covering her mouth with feigned horror.
Another one added, "I can't believe she'd ruin everyone's morning like this. Imagine if we'd gotten any of that disgusting paint on us!"
In the midst of their mocking, her father stormed into the hallway, clearly irritated by the noise. His expression darkened as he took in the scene—Jungkook drenched in red paint, her cousins standing by with looks of exaggerated shock and horror.
"Uncle, you won't believe what she did!" one cousin spoke up quickly, putting on a wounded expression. "She just... went crazy! We were just trying to help her, and then she flung the paint all over herself, just to get us in trouble!"
"Yes, we were only trying to be nice to her," another cousin added, sniffling dramatically. "And now look at the mess she's made! It's like she's doing it on purpose to ruin our day."
Jungkook's heart pounded as she opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself. But before she could get a word out, her father's furious voice cut through the air.
"Enough!" he bellowed, his face twisted with anger as he looked down at her. "You think you can go around making a spectacle of yourself? Causing trouble for the others, wasting our time like this? You are nothing but a disgrace!"
Jungkook tried to shake her head, to tell him the truth, but he wouldn't listen. With a heavy hand, he grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hall. "You're getting punished for this nonsense. Maybe a good beating will finally knock some sense into that head of yours."
His words burned like acid, every word cutting deeper than the last. She barely registered the paint drying on her skin, the sticky weight of it pulling at her clothes, as he shoved her forward, his anger heavy with every step. Her cousins watched with smug satisfaction, not a trace of guilt in their eyes.
The beating was harsh, every strike was a painful reminder of her father's resentment, of her cousins' cruelty, and of her own helplessness. When he finally left her bruised and aching, she lay curled on the floor, the humiliation and pain too much to bear. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to swallow down the lump in her throat, wishing for an escape from a life that seemed only to bring her pain and rejection.
