Since many of you were asking me about Aran's, Max's, and Jungkook's stories, here is Aran's one since Max's I cleared with the ongoing story. Jungkook will be my sadist story victim, so you will have to wait.
Well, I had this urge to write an ML who is emotionally constipated, and then I was like, why make a one-shot when I have an active character lol? Yep! So I made Aran a victim of my experiment.
It's part 1, which means there is absolutely part 2, where there will be Max's wedding too, so you won't miss out, and yeah, about the timeline, please remember it's before Yn's graduation, which is somewhere between chapter 59 and this book.
If this chapter gets 500+ likes and 1k+ Comments I will consider writing Part 2.
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"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆."
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AUTHOR'S POV
A week after New Year's Eve. (after Yn's birthday celebration)
Aran entered Taehyung's villa while looking through his phone but looked up, feeling someone's eyes on him. He arched an eyebrow, noticing YN staring at him.
She cleared her throat and looked away. He was about to walk away but sighed heavily and rolled his eyes before walking towards the couch and sitting beside her. "What's the matter, kid?"
Yn looked at him in offense. "Don't call me, kid. I'm literally twenty-three now," he shrugged.
"Well, you have been judging me since your twenty-third birthday, like a cranky teen," he pointed out, making her click her tongue at the comparison.
"I'm not judging you," she whispered in a small voice.
"Then? Is it about the past?" Before Yn could protest, he voiced it out. "Great. Since we never had a conversation about it, see, I had situations. Now I don't. Your husband and I settled things. I won't rectify my doings to you. Because it was valid for me to do that." Yn made a face hearing that.
"That's a very kind apology." Aran smirks and leans back on the couch while looking at her.
"You have ruined lives with that mouth. Have you realized?" he pointed out, making her shrug.
"More like fragile egos?"
Aran chuckled slightly; it wasn't restrained as he raised his hands. "Touché"
"Yet, as my brother's wife and my niece's mother you do deserve an apology. I'm sorry." he muttered seriously that made her go silent. "Don't trust me. But I'm not threat." yn nodded her head but looked at the fist he extented infront of her.
