Crimson Veil |[JJK×YN]|

Later that night, during a reckless game of truth or dare, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire, Jungkook's smirk deepened, sensing the effect he had on her.
"Didn't realize you were so... easily seduced."
YN's voice was measured, almost lazy in its calmness. "I'm not. I just have taste."
Her words hung between them like a challenge, teasing, flirty-but with a subtle undertone of danger. Even in play, she was always calculating.
Later, in the quiet privacy of her apartment, the heat of desire and playful danger clung to the air.
"You forgot shorts...?" he tsked.
"Princess, if I were there, I'd have that shirt off in under ten seconds. And trust me - you'd be the one begging me not to bite."
A soft, dangerous chuckle slipped past his lips. "But you enjoy testing me, don't you? When I get back... you'll wish I was all bark."
YN's pulse raced, lips twitching into a smirk. She could handle him-at least.
Not every encounter was playful. Anger and cruelty often cut deeper than flirtation. One night, after a harsh argument, YN's mother glared at her, eyes burning with hate.
"She leaned closer, pointing a trembling finger at Yn, eyes burning with hate. 'I hope... I hope he never loves you!! You don't deserve... a single ounce of love!! Not from anyone, not from your family, not from anyone who pretends to care about you!!'"
YN's chest tightened, but she didn't flinch. She had survived worse than hatred-this was just another shadow she had learned to walk through.

And yet, the darkness of her past was never far behind. Jungkook sat beside her bed, exhaustion and red-rimmed eyes betraying his facade of control.
"Please love, wake up. How long you gonna make me wait?"

YN's lips barely moved, numbness heavy in her voice. "I didn't kill her, Mom. Please trust me!"
The words hung in the air, a reminder of the traumas that haunted her, the injustices she had endured, and the lives that had been turned upside down in her world.