"I haven't told anyone the real story.
Not even him, her father."
BTS is set to tour South Korea, including one hotspot in particular.
Daegu.
Where Min Yoongi, a rapper of the group, left his past lover and something else he does not know about.
Yo...
Songs of the chapter - Not in order! Solider, Poet, King (The Oh Hellos) & Kingdom Dance (Alan Menken) & War Of Hearts (Ruelle) & How Villains Are Made (Madalen Duke) & The Way, Instrumental (Zack Hemsey) & Love Story (Indila).
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Welcome to the first event chapter of this book!
Decorated chapters and bigger word counts.
The Storm Memorial Ball
-Yuri's hotel room-
SONG - HOW VILLAINS ARE MADE (MADALEN DUKE)
The hotel room was dim except for the ring of soft white light from the vanity mirror. Yuri sat in front of it, a sculpted silhouette against the velvet drape of evening. Her makeup brushes lay in careful alignment beside her compact — everything symmetrical, deliberate. Just the way she liked it.
She was already in her gown — black velvet, a fabric that absorbed every shimmer of light and gave nothing back. The gown hugged her frame with a quiet intensity, the deep V neckline plunging down her chest like a blade. It wasn't provocative — not in the way some might think — it was a declaration. A cut of fearlessness. A weapon wrapped in silk and silence.
The silver beadwork, shaped like thunderclouds, was so subtle it only caught the light when she moved — a flicker here, a flash there, like lightning remembered in muscle memory.
She clasped the choker around her neck — a band of silver, reflective and cold. No charm. No gem. Just steel against skin.
Her hair was slicked back into a sharp, severe bun, every strand obedient, not a wisp out of place. Her smoky eye makeup deepened the angles of her gaze, and her red lips — classic and bold — were the only softness she allowed herself.
There was power in being unreadable. She had long ago decided her strength came not from being loud but from being unforgettable.
Her phone buzzed on the counter, a reminder from the team manager: "Car arrives in 20. Group call at venue. Please confirm you'll be in place at check-in."
Yuri didn't respond immediately. Instead, she lifted her eyes to the mirror.
Her reflection stared back, all clean lines and dark elegance. But beneath the stillness, her mind was loud.
Kyomi would be there tonight.
Yoongi would be there too.
She reached for her small clutch and slid Yoongi's phone back inside it — the same one she had borrowed weeks ago when she'd made sure certain numbers never reached him again.
Her lips curved, just faintly. Almost a tremble. Almost guilt. But not quite.
Yuri wasn't a villain — she never thought of herself that way. She simply understood what needed protecting, and how fragile attention could be. What a single number, a single message, could do to shift the orbit.
