A garden full of beautiful roses but
his eyes was on specific red one,
The most beautiful and tender one.
He wish to adore and shower her with all his love but her rejection brought out the beast inside him.
On Other side her past refuse to let...
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"Red was her color, and she was that beautiful sin he wanted to commit." ___
"Ahjuma... what do I wear, I can't decide." Y/n asked whining to the senior maid who take cares of her house, gifted by her foster father, which was now owned by her.
The maid looked at the young girl pulling her hair in frustration rolling on her bed as she could find the perfect dress for the party tonight.
Although Y/n didn't really care what to wear but she knew the judgmental people and media will obviously laugh behind her back because she isn't 'presentable enough' she recalled one time when a shameless reporter point out her lack of fashion sense in an interview. She wasn't humiliated but her agency was and they warned her to always look presentable for media and public.
(Ahjuma= someone elderly, Aunty)
"Miss Y/n, you look beautiful in anything you wear. Don't worry so much." the senior maid complimented her with a motherly tone. Y/n looked at her and sighed ruffling her hair to make it look even more messier than before.
"You don't understand Ahjuma. The media people are like wolf and if they see me in something unpresentable, they'll jump on me."
she said jumping down on her bed like an animal, standing opposite to the old lady. The old woman laughed at her cuteness shaking her head.
"Okay, let me see." she said, Y/n hugged her tightly from back giggling at her little victory to convince her Ahjuma to find her a dress. Ahjuma chuckled to her too rummaging her big walk-in closet.
Y/n just hugged her from behind resting her chin on her shoulder, for Yn she was a motherly figure after the death of both of her parents. Her foster parents (Jungkook's parents) and Ahjuma were the people who could raise her till now, they are maybe a little evil but she was still thankful.
"Ahjuma?" she said thinking of something deeply looking ahead of her eyes.
"Hum?" she replied with hmm wanting her to continue.
"Do you think I'll ever fall in love with someone?" she asked, her voice carried so many emotions, heartbreaks, betrayal, sadness and most of all loneliness.
Ahjuma sighed looking at the dress in front of her. A beautiful off shoulder red silk dress, she smiled pulling it out of the shelf and turn towards Y/n after pulling herself away from her. She puts the dress in front of her body and her eyes sparked.
She smiled at Y/n tenderly before answering." Of course honey, A pure hearted girl like you deserve the best man in the world and I'm sure you'll be able to fall in love with him. Don't worry he'll find you very soon."
She replied to Y/n's question like a mother would reply to her daughter. Y/n's eyes flood with tears and he throw her hands around her Ahjuma, sniffing and sobbing a little, the senior maid smiled and patted her back softly comforting her, she knew what type of terrible things Y/n had been through, but she stood strong and kept fighting.
