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Jungkook had just returned from his mission as dawn broke over the mansion. He walked through the vast halls, the faint scent of expensive cologne and polished wood lingering in the air, eager to rest in his room. As he passed  his eyes caught sight of a maid  leaving Taehyung's room, clutching a first-aid kit and some medicine.
His brows furrowed. Medicine? First-aid? For whom? 
Curiosity piqued, he altered his path and quietly approached Taehyung's door. What could have happened to him? Taehyung was always careful, rarely reckless. Jungkook’s instincts told him something was off. He carefully pushed open the door, his steps silent as he entered the room.
His eyes scanned the dimly lit room and immediately fell upon the bed. There, lying under the covers, was a GIRL, her chest rising and falling steadily in sleep. His gaze moved to her hand, where he noticed a fresh bandage wrapped around her wrist.
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as recognition washed over him. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he took in her face. It was HER. THAT FILE GIRL.
The girl who had caused him  trouble in the past. The one he had chased for a few week ago, for her luck she escaped from him on that day. But He had never forgotten her — It had irritated him  that she had slipped through his fingers that day.
But why is she here? And more importantly, why is she in Taehyung’s room?
His mind raced with questions, but he remained still, watching her as she slept, trying to piece together the puzzle. The bandaged hand indicated she had been injured, but how? And why had Taehyung taken her in? 
Jungkook felt confusion. He took a step back,  For now, it was best to keep his distance and watch her from the shadows, as he always did.
Without making a sound, Jungkook left the room.
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AT NIGHT 🌙 
YN looked down at her bandaged hand, noticing how the white cloth was beginning to fray slightly at the edges. With a She sighed,  her throat felt dried, and she realized she was thirsty.
Deciding to step out for a glass of water, she slowly opened her bedroom door and glanced down the empty hallway. It was quiet, she moved quietly,
At the bottom of the stairs, she spotted a maid heading toward the kitchen. YN gathered her courage and approached, her voice coming out in a soft stutter,
"Um… , can I… can I have some hot water?"
The maid turned, smiling kindly. "Of course, ma'am. You can wait in your room,  I’ll bring it to you."
But YN shook her head. "No, it’s okay. I’ll wait here and drink it".
The maid nodded and went into the kitchen to prepare the water. YN stayed outside, leaning against the wall,   the night peace was shattered suddenly by a loud bang as a front door burst open, and a man stormed in, his voice echoing angrily.
"TAEHYUNG! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU CHEATED BRAT?"
YN froze, her heart pounding as the man’s furious gaze locked onto her. Before she could react, he was in front of her, his expression fierce and accusing.
"WHERE IS TAEHYUNG?" he demanded.
"I… I don’t know," YN whispered, her voice barely audible.
The man’s expression darkened further, and without warning, his hand shot out, wrapping around her neck and cutting off her breath. YN’s hands flew up to his arm, trying to break free as he glared down at her.