Unchained | Yoongi

Prologue: Preeminence

"I would kill for Yoongi... and I have. But that's a story for another time." - Oh Eunjung, from chapter 'Advice' of 'Deranged | Jimin'.

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Eunjung eyes softened as she stared into Yoongi's, "You know you are so selfish sometimes. You really think I can bear to live with the thought of you dead, for the rest of my life?"

Yoongi smiled, "Yes, I am selfish like that."

I looked back at Jimin with a smile. Yoongi and Eunjung were the cutest couple I've ever seen. It was almost as if they were those perfect couples straight out of the movies. Sometimes I really wonder how this relationship started, whether it was as exciting as how Jimin and I met.

-from chapter 'Dinner' of 'Deranged | Jimin'

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"Oh Eunjung, will you go out with me?" A boy held out a bouquet of roses as our friends surrounded us. He was a freelance model, one of the guys in the 'popular group' in our school that all the girls wanted to get with. Yet he chose to ask me out. I knew it wasn't because he really liked me, but rather he deemed that my popularity, looks, and reputation was good enough of a match with him.

"No," I said simply.

I could tell he was not expecting that. That made sense because he had never been rejected by any girls he asked out, so of course he thought I wouldn't. But I wasn't just one of those girls.

"No? What do you mean?" His strong brows furrowed.

"No means no," I said.

I then turned around and left him rooted there in shock. A bunch of girls followed me away.

"Eunjung, why would you say no?" One of the girls in my group, Kim Jiwoo said.

"Because I don't like him," I answered honestly.

"But he is one of the most popular boys in the year! So many girls dream of going out with him!"

I turned my gaze to her. "Including you?"

She was taken aback from my comment. "I- I-"

I smiled, "Don't worry, I will help you get him."

I could see a shade of blush surfaced on her face as she shyly looked away. The other girls giggled at her reaction.

"Anyway," I said, "Let go to that restaurant that we were just talking before being interrupted by him."

They all nodded and we walked towards the location. But suddenly a girl whom I considered one of my best friend, Hong Sulgi, whispered hushedly, "Look, it's Min Yoongi!"

I followed her gaze and saw that indeed, Min Yoongi was on the school basketball court playing a game with his group of friends. The top button of his white school shirt was undone, and beads of glistening sweat dropped down the side of his head. Even though I wasn't much of his fan, I could not deny that he was good looking.

"He is so cool..." one of the girls muttered when Min Yoongi managed to throw a shot in from almost half the court away.

Min Yoongi was one of the, if not the most, popular boy in the year. He lived to flirt with envy single girls, and he was the biggest show off I had ever seen in my life. Even though everyone who could afford to come to our high school, Busan Advance College, or BAC for short, was part of the richest in the country, his family was the richest of the rich. His family just seemed to be able to magically make money out of nowhere. No one was exactly sure what they did.

He was so popular amongst both the boys, girls, and even teachers that he was known as the King of BAC.

I huffed, "What's so good about him? He is just an arrogant rich kid that flaunts everything."

"He is very charming," Sulgi said. "I don't know why his charm doesn't work on you. You know that's why people call you the Ice Queen?"

"So? Why should I care?"

My best friend laughed, "Don't then."

Min Yoongi and his gang of boys seemed to have noticed us staring and now they were approaching us. Great.

Min Yoongi still wore that same old annoying smirk on his face. He dribbled the ball as he spoke, "Oh Eunjung. Has the Ice Queen finally fallen for me?"

I rolled my eyes.  "Save it, your majesty," I said, mocking the people who actually called him that.

His smirk grew wider, "I like hearing that coming out of your mouth. Mind saying it one more time?"

I rolled my eyes once again and decided to just leave. "Come on," I said to the group of girls. They reluctantly followed me, but not before having their gazes linger on Min Yoongi and his group of handsome friends just a moment longer.

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I returned home at around six after having a meal with my friends. My mother was watching TV in the living room as I entered the large estate.

"Eunjung," she looked at her watch, "You are late."

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten past seven. It was ten minutes past my curfew.

"I'm sorry, mother."

She shook her head, "It's alright, as long as you are safe."

I nodded then went up to my own room.

My home was very beautiful. It was one of the most expensive estates in Busan, with the only nicer one I could think of as the Min family's mansion. The inside was lavishly decorated, and my room was no exception. A queen-size bed stood in the middle of my large bedroom, and there was still so much space left I could park a few cars here. Unlike Min Yoongi, I knew and appreciated how lucky I was to be born into a family like this.

I sat at my desk and began doing my homework like the obedient daughter I was. I had always been a 'perfect daughter', my mother groomed me to be. I led the life others would kill to have: my grades were high, I knew I was beautiful, and I was popular. Not to mention my family was insanely rich too. My father built his business empire back when he was young. His company had a monopoly over the security-measures market. He first sold things the prevent theft, then he expanded into advising people on how to make their house or firms more secure, and finally he even entered the market for advanced tech that prevented crime, and also bodyguards.

However, unlike a lot of my friends' parent, my father did not strictly expect me to take over the company. He was a good father and allowed me to explore my interest. But there was one thing he told me to never ever go into: the underworld.