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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU
pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
chapter warnings:minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, religious references, mentiones of physical violence, loss of blood, incision wound, suicide attempt, strong language, consented sexual intercourse, oral sex, fingering, handjob, emotional distress, remorse, verbal confrontation, emotional manipulation, suicidal ideation, bargaining, ... (if i forgot smth, pls i'm so sorrryy)
beta read by @chaoticpuff17
word count: 11,6K
disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
author's note: is at the end of the chapter! đ«§đ©”
m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER IX
lĂtost (n.) a state of agony and torment by a sudden sight of oneâs misery
She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, the soft rustle of wind making her hair dance. The scent of fresh blooms filled the air. She buried her feet into the warm sand and smelled the summer heat mixed with the salty ocean. It was as if time stood still, frozen in a moment of perfect happiness.
She relished the sensation of sand between her toes, the soft grains shifting beneath her feet with each step she took. As she gazed out at the endless expanse of the ocean, the horizon stretched out before her like a canvas painted with shades of blue and gold. The waves lapped gently against the shore, a rhythmic lullaby that echoed the beating of her heart.
She slowly returned to the porch of a quaint cottage, the soft glow of sunset casting a warm embrace around her. Y/N could hear the front door to open when she carefully slumped down to one of the armchairs in the cosy living room.
âIâm home!â
His footsteps were steady and purposeful as he crossed the threshold, his presence filling the room with a sense of familiarity that tugged at the edges of Y/Nâs consciousness.
âHey, beautiful,â he greeted, his voice like a soft melody that danced through the air, sending shivers down her spine. He moved closer, his features slowly coming into focus as he stepped into the light.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes were dark and intense, but filled with a warmth that made her pulse quicken with anticipation.
âHow was your day?â she asked standing up again to greet him, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in his rugged appearance, the faint stubble lining his jaw, the way his hair fell effortlessly across his forehead.
âBeen better, -â
â-hurried home to you, love,â he replied, his voice low and husky as he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her veins, igniting a fire deep within her soul. She feels such a strong connection to him, not stopping to think why.
Y/Nâs eyes wandered around the room, overlooking the family portraits on a wall full of memories. Her fingers enveloped his dark soft hair, playing with them. As she caressed his hair, a sense of comfort washed over her, as if she had done this a thousand times before. The warmth of his hand in hers felt familiar, like coming home after a long journey.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. âAnd how is my sunshine?â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered at the endearment, a warmth spreading through her chest at his words. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes soft with affection as she smiled up at him.
âMissed you,â she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes glowing with adoration as he leaned in to press another kiss to her forehead.
âDid you?â he teased her.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush at his teasing tone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she nodded in response.
âOf course, -â she replied, her voice filled with genuine affection. âYou know I always miss you when youâre not home.â
He grinned at her words, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
âWell, we better fix that, love,â he said, his voice laced with warmth as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. Y/N melted into his embrace, her heart fluttering with joy as she wrapped her arms around him, savouring the feeling of his lips against hers.
âGood enough?â He asked, his tone playful.
âMaybe a tiny bit more,â she murmured, her voice filled with love. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.
âIs that so?â he teased again, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for her response, he captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands trailing down her sides, igniting a fire deep within her.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as she melted into his embrace, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the intensity of their passion. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, their bodies pressed together in a perfect symphony of desire and longing.
âSeems like I canât get enough of you, love,â he moaned to the kiss, his hand already travelling past her underwear to coat his fingers with her juices. The nearest wall served as a support column for her once she wrapped one of her legs around his waist, working on his suit pants.
With each touch, each caress, she felt herself slipping deeper into the abyss of desire, her body humming with pleasure as his fingers expertly explored her most intimate places. She gasped as he skilfully teased her, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through her veins.
Hiking the hem of her dress up, the nearest table collided with her upper body, her hand spread over the width of the wood, gripping the edge forcefully. Within her, a fire burned bright, consuming her with a fervour she had never known before, as she surrendered herself completely.
âSuch a pretty ass, -â slapping the soft skin with his palm he lowered to taste the juices she produced. Y/Nâs free hand reached to press his head to her heat, moving her hips slightly to the rhythm of his tongue.
The feeling of his warm breath against her skin, the flick of his tongue, sent her spiralling into ecstasy. Her hand gripped the edge of the table tighter, her knuckles turning white as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to him, craving more of his touch, more of his intoxicating taste.
With each flick of his tongue, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the fire within her burning brighter with each passing moment. Before she could release with a loud moan he slapped the other cheek, turning her over while he straightened himself behind her, chuckling at her frustration once he did so. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, he positioned himself, his hands roaming over her curves as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
âIs my baby needy?â a soft whimper came out of her, she nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she craved more of his touch, more of his intoxicating presence.
âYes, -â she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she pressed her hips back against him, desperate for the connection she knew only he could provide.
With a swift movement, he entered her from behind, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her in all the right ways, sent waves of addiction coursing through her body. His movements slow and deliberate as he fills her completely. Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as she felt him moving inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
âFuck!â She had to curse out loud, biting her lip. The room was filled with loud moans and groans, the audible skin to skin contact as he raised the tempo, his hand pressing her head to the table.
As he moved in perfect harmony, Y/N felt a sense of bliss wash over her, her body trembling with pleasure as she surrendered herself completely to the moment. With each thrust, she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her senses heightened by the raw intensity of their desire.
âYouâre such a good girl, -â
She tightened around him, her nails digging into the wooden surface of the table. His groans became louder with each snap of his hips to her welcoming heat and Y/N could not help but bite down her lip, painful yelp filled with the backdrop of pleasure leaving her mouth as he continued to hit all the right places.
A primal growl resonated as he buried himself deeper inside her, feeling her walls clenching around him, urging him closer to the brink.
With one final thrust, they both reached the pinnacle of their desire, their bodies exploding in a symphony of ecstasy. Y/Nâs back arched, a guttural cry escaping her lips as waves of orgasm washed over her, engulfing her in a whirlwind of bliss.
He groaned loudly, his release echoing hers as he emptied himself inside of her, their connection deepening with each pulsating wave of pleasure.
As they slowly came down from their euphoric high, Y/Nâs breaths came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She turned to him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, a lazy smile playing on her lips.
ïżœïżœA bath, shall we?â Y/Nâs head twitched to the side, thinking why this trivial sentence sounds way too familiar. Shaking it off she pressed her damaged lips to his with a pleased hum as agreement.
Time seemed to slow as Yoongi lunged forward, reaching out to stop her, but it was too late. The blade sliced through her skin, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as pain seared through her, her vision swimming with darkness. She felt Yoongiâs hands on her throat, his panicked voice calling out, but it was too distant, as if coming from a faraway place.
âSeokjin?!!â he shouted; his voice raw with desperation.
He cradled her in his arms, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood.
The sound of loud footsteps echoed in the corridor as others rushed forward to reach the doctor, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. But amidst the chaos, Y/Nâs empty gaze remained fixed on Yoongi, her eyes still burning with flames.
âStay with me, baby. Donât leave me please.â Yoongi whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He pressed his lips to her forehead, willing her to hold on, to fight for her life.
But as he looked down at her pale, lifeless face, he knew that the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges. For now, all he could do was pray that she would survive, that she would find the strength to forgive him, and that they would someday find their way back to each other.
âPlease donât take her away from me, my Lord.â
Yoongi prayed that it was not too late to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume them both.
One thing remained clear in Yoongiâs mind: he would do whatever it took to save her, to make amends for the pain he had caused, and to prove to her that his love was worth fighting for.
Yoongiâs voice cut through the turmoil, his words a desperate plea for forgiveness. He begged for her to forgive him, to give him another chance to make things right. No more secrets, no more lies. No more pain. He was willing to rebuild their relationship from the ground up, on a foundation of honesty and trust.
The metallic scent of blood mingled with the tang of fear, thickening the air with a palpable sense of impending doom. He ripped one of his sleeves a while ago, pressing the roughly crumpled fabric to the wound, praying that Seokjin is near, or that anyone heard him scream frantically enough to relay the message.
âYou canât leave me, baby, please. I promise weâll work everything through.â
He kissed and caressed her hair with his free hand that was covered with her blood. Tears blurred his vision as his hand trembled at the sight. A blood he never wished to shed.
âPlease, Y/N, you have to forgive me.â The weight of his actions pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with the weight of his mistakes.
âFucking goddammit, Yoongi!â
Y/N set the plates on the table, pouring the hot water into a kettle of green tea as he joined her at the table. They exchanged smiles, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the kitchen and the windows providing a magnificent view of the sea.
âIâve been thinking, -â she said with a smile on her face while she set the seaweed salad down in front of him. He hummed in response, reading todayâs paper.
âAbout opening my own practice.â He nodded, sipping his tea thoughtfully.
âThought you wanted to wait until the babe arrives?â
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat at his words, her mind spinning with confusion. A baby? What baby was he talking about? Her mouth seemed to work without the help of her mind. As if she was a mere observer, not the main character.
âI know. I know. But I canât shake the feeling that now is the right time. I want to create something for myself too. Daddy's successful, why shouldnât Mommy be successful too?â
Lifting his eyes from the paper, he reached across the table, his touch gentle as he took her hand.
âOpening a practice is a big step, especially with a baby on the way.â
She knew this was going to be hard, but she was determined to build herself a name too. And help those who canât help themselves.
But as she looked into his eyes, she noticed a subtle yet unmistakable change. A faint scar marred his eye, tracing from above his eyebrow to his cheekbone. Y/N was certain it wasnât there before.
âHow are you feeling? Can you feel the babe moving?â he asked, his eyes softening with concern as he gently brushed his hand against her stomach. Y/N gulped down, trying to shush all the thoughts that echoed in her mind.
âHeâs been active today,â she replied, her voice trembling slightly as she placed her hand on her growing stomach, feeling the gentle flutter of movement beneath her palm. âI think heâs just as eager to be with his Daddy as I am.â
The manâs eyes widened with surprise at her words, his expression softening with emotion as he took in the sight of her. And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the room with hues of pink and gold, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her.
She cradled her swollen belly with tenderness, feeling the gentle flutter of life within. The promise of new beginnings and the joy of impending motherhood enveloped her in a cocoon of love and warmth.
But she couldnât shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. Something doesnât feel right, and she canât help but wonder what heâs hiding.
The door slammed wide open, Seokjinâs voice was soar, his breathing frantic from running. His expression grave as he took in the scene before him.
Seokjin wasted no time, his training kicking in as he rushed to Y/Nâs side, his hands moving with practised efficiency as he assessed her injuries. Yoongi watched in silent desperation, his heart pounding in his chest as he prayed for Seokjin to work his magic and save the woman he loved.
âYou have to save her, Seokjin-hyung,-â Seokjin never saw Yoongi in a condition like this since his parents died and never thought he would ever again.
âShe would lose too much blood if we attempted to transport her now, but I need my shit, Yoongi,â his tone was urgent and commanding as he took charge of the situation. âGet me my briefcase, hot water and towels, -â
As Seokjin worked to staunch the flow of blood, Yoongi hovered nearby, his eyes never leaving Y/Nâs face as he whispered words of encouragement and prayer. He couldnât bear the thought of losing her, of facing a future without her by his side.
âYoongi, snap out of it and get it! I left it in the sunroom,â Seokjin left in hurry once a distant cry of his leader echoed at the first floor. He was sure that everyone outside of the celebrating banquet room heard it.
Yoongi nodded in a mixture of desperation and determination, scrambling to his feet as he absorbed Seokjinâs instructions. His mind raced as he mentally registered each item Seokjin urgently needed. In the tumultuous atmosphere, Yoongi rushed out of the room, his steps echoing in the corridor as he desperately sought the necessary supplies.
âWhat happened Yoongi?â Hoseok rose from his seat in the sunroom walking towards the dishevelled state of his friend. Yoongi did not even register him as he frantically searched for Seokjinâs briefcase. Reaching out to get it with his bloodied hands his ears miffily caught the younger Miss Wangâs anxious voice.
âWhose blood it is, Kkangpae Min?â
She couldnât ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss. The scar on his eye screamed volumes to her, yet her mind could not put things together and decipher what it wanted to tell her and why she does not recall that her husband had a scar like that. Where would a businessman come to get hurt this way? She couldnât shake the feeling that her husbandâs explanation didnât quite add up. She stared at the scar on his face, her thoughts swirling with confusion and doubt.
âWhat do you mean, baby? Iâve always had it.â Said he, setting down the hat from his head, running his finger through the dark locks, pushing them back from his face.
But try as she might, she couldnât recall ever seeing that scar before. It wasnât just a minor detail that had slipped her mindâit was as if her memory had been rewritten, leaving her with a sense of disorientation and unease.
âAlways?â she echoed, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to comprehend what he was saying. Following him to his office where he lifted the briefcase to put it on the table while she slumped down next to the unlit fireplace.
âI donât understand,â she murmured, her eyes fixed on the scar as if searching for answers.
He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of her confusion, and she did not understand why the scar evokes so many feelings inside her, yet his touch calms her.
âYou traced it with your fingers when we first made love, baby, I can assure it has been there for a very long time.â She tried to grasp onto the fragments of memory, to recall the moment he spoke of, but it eluded her like a fading dream.
âI want to remember,â she whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumult of her thoughts, âit feels so... significant.â
âMemories can be elusive, maybe itâs because of the accident?â he murmured, his voice soothing.
âAn accident?â
âYou are fucking lucky she did it with a stupid letter opener, it seems like it did not manage to do as big of a damage as a regular knife would.â
His brow furrowed with concentration, his hands moving with practised precision as he worked to staunch the flow of blood and assess the extent of her injuries.
âShe scraped over her artery, not much but enough to slow the blood flow to her brain. I need to close the wound as soon as possible.â
Seokjinâs words hit Yoongi like a physical blow, sending a shiver of fear down his spine. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him as he realised the severity of Y/Nâs injuries. The thought of her life hanging in the balance sent a wave of panic coursing through him, but he forced himself to focus, to push aside his fear and uncertainty.
âShe did not reach her windpipe, nor did she cut herself deep enough, thank God for that Yoongi.â
He never fell out of Godâs grace, and he hoped he wouldn't do so now. His hand intertwined with hers as he whispered words of love and hope into the stillness of the room. Minutes felt like hours as the doctor carefully disinfected the wound to reduce the risk of infection. The stitches are precise.
âWhy is she not awake, Seokjin?â He asked carefully, awaiting the worst. Seokjinâs expression softened briefly as he glanced up from his work, meeting Yoongiâs anxious gaze with empathy in his eyes.
âShe lost quite some blood, Yoongi.â
âI understand-,â Yoongi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he squeezed Y/Nâs hand tighter, as if to anchor her to this world. âBut sheâs strong, Seokjin-hyung. Sheâll pull through this, right?â Seokjin offered a small nod of agreement, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and determination. If only he had been more attentive, more willing to listen and understand, perhaps they wouldnât be facing this crisis now.
âI should have done more,â Yoongi murmured, his voice heavy with remorse.
âYou know, this would probably never happen if you would let me ease her mind in the beginning.â
The warm water cascaded over their bodies. He was holding her and her naked body in a tight embrace. The flickering candlelight casting a soft glow upon their entwined forms.
His hands roamed over Y/Nâs skin, she arched her back in response, a soft moan escaping her lips as he trailed kisses along her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.
She moaned softly against his lips as he teased her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her whole body. Y/N reached between them, her hand finding his manhood, firm and ready for her touch. She grasped him firmly, feeling his arousal pulse beneath her fingertips.
âFuck, love, ââ he moaned loudly, a raw expression of his pleasure and desire as she brought him closer to the edge. She followed the rhythm he settled for, stroking his manhood.
Y/N first felt the warm stream of his ejaculation before she heard his throaty moan of her name and then she could feel his fingers deeper in her than before, moving faster until she saw the stars too.
So, is this how love feels?
Her fingers slowly traced the faded scar from a wound on her neck she couldnât quite remember when it appeared on her body nor how it came to that. Closing her eyes, trying to recall and dig up any memory that would help her and ease her confusion turned out unfruitful.
âGood night, Dove-â Her eyes snapped open hearing his voice. She felt his lips press into her cheek, one hand caressing her belly. Y/Nâs lenses took in the change of surroundings. Sheâs in bed that feels like home as if she was sleeping in it for years. Clutching the silk duvet she looked at him. The scar is still present on his face, calling to her. He looked so calm, at peace, falling asleep with a smile on his face.
Dove. The word echoed in her mind, stirring up fragmented memories that danced just beyond her reach. It was a name she couldnât recall ever being called before, yet it felt right, as if it belonged to her in ways she couldnât comprehend.
Everything around her felt right yet so wrong at the same time. The soft crackling of fire, soft wind blowing outside and the symphony the crickets created. It was nighttime. A day went by, and she could not remember what she was doing for all the hours after breakfast.
Her hands slipped down to caress her belly with a stranger inside. Her hand slowly moved to cover his. Holding it felt somehow right, even though her mind was saying otherwise. The only thing that was wrong yet felt right was her helplessness, her indecisiveness, her unawareness. She was a prisoner of her mind and her body. This life felt surreal, sweet, and endearing, musing to her to live it without doubt. But doubts she had. Is this what her mind thought life would be? The more she thought about it, the more she felt like this projection is what her sound heart and mind longed for. This is what she wanted.
Love, happiness, and-
âWhy do you call me that?â She asked suddenly, leaving her mind to speak to him. His eyes fluttered open to lovingly gaze at her. He pulled his hand from under hers, gently took it to intertwine their fingers together.
âWhat do you mean?â with a gentle smile playing on his lips, he whispered. The flickering firelight danced across their intertwined hands, casting shadows that seemed to whisper untold stories and shared moments.
âWhy do you call me Dove?â She searched his eyes for answers.
âBecause you brought peace to my heart, -â
â-and my world.â
His gaze held hers, a depth of emotion swirling within those familiar eyes that she couldnât quite place. The doubts and uncertainties that had clouded her mind seemed to fade away, replaced by a deep sense of trust and acceptance. At least, for now.
âAre you satisfied now? Hm?â The widowâs steps and words were aimed at the man she loathes. Her brother is laying at the sanitoriumâs metal beds, a fractured skull and internal bleeding to be treated. They fear he might have been admitted far too late as Doctor Kimâs priority was the lady of the house.
They are to relieve pressure on the brain caused by the fractured skull and to stop the internal bleeding. They did not tell his older sister anything else. It was a horrific picture of her brotherâs head being immobilised to prevent further injury, a trepanation has been done to prevent severe head trauma, his face swollen from all the hits he took from his leader. All for the Kkangpaeâs selfish act of desire for his loved one to obey.
She stopped in front of the man whose face was puffy and eyes bright red from all the tears he shredded for his loved one. Now he cries. Daiyuâs mind could not understand the notorious man Min Yoongi is. Nor any of the men of Min Clan. Their women are weeping, yet the reason is not what they assume it is. They weep because of them. Because of the pain they brought upon them. The pain theyâll never admit that ever was there.
âYou ruined us all, Yoongi.â No honorific for a man that has done so much damage to her family. He stood there without looking her in the eye and quietly apologising for his doings.
âMissus Park,-â he attempted to raise his voice above the line so she could hear him.
âMy mother gave me up to your clan during the first war and after years I made my peace with that, -â he listened to her, standing there like he was the victim.
âYet you were cocky enough to ask for more?â Her words are laced with bitterness and anger, fuelled by the injustice she feels at the hands of the Min Clan. She vows to never forgive him for the harm he has wrought.
âAnd yet again my mother gave up Y/N too. But thatâs not quite right, hm?â The widowâs heart remains hardened, her anger burning bright as she refuses to grant him absolution for his sins.
âYou think you and the rest of your hooligans are clever? Abducting women and forcing them to elope.â A heavy silence descends upon the room, broken only by the muffled sounds of distant footsteps echoing through the hotel corridor. Yoongi is letting her relieve her anger on him. He deserves it.
âMissus Park, I think youâd rather be at your brotherâs side, donât you think?â A smooth low voice echoes right beside her. She turned slowly to face the source, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Standing there, with an air of quiet confidence, was a man she recognized all too well â Kim Taehyung, a trusted associate of the Min Clan.
âYou.â She said with venom in her voice. Her lips tightened into a thin line as she regarded him, his presence only adding to the tension in the room. She knew all too well the power and influence he wielded, and she braced herself for whatever he had to say.
âHyung, go inside, she might wake up any moment now. Sheâs been through a lot; you should make sure sheâs taken care of-â
âHow dare you say that!â Daiyuâs voice got an octave higher when she accused the consigliere.
âThis is not the time or place for your interference, Missus Park.â Taehyung said, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of warning.
âWe all have been through a lot because of you!â
âWhat on earth you did to make Xiaoli love you so blindly, -â Taehyungâs lips curved into a faint smirk, but there was a hardness in his eyes that belied his demeanour. He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. But she refused to be intimidated. She knew that Taehyungâs influence over Xiaoli was a dangerous one and her mind was bothered numerous times.
âYour mother was not as smart as the clans perceived her after all.â The widowâs jaw clenched with anger as Kim Taehyungâs words cut through the air.
âYou dare speak of my mother?â she spat, her voice trembling with fury. âYou and your ilk have no right to claim any semblance of intelligence. You prey on the vulnerable and the innocent, twisting their minds and hearts to serve your own selfish desires-â
âThe nature of our private affairs are not something you have the right to be noisy about, Missus Park.â His tone dripped with disdain as he stared at the widow with cold indifference. Daiyuâs fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to contain her anger.
âYou and your clan have caused nothing but pain and suffering, and yet you have the audacity to stand here and lecture me about privacy?â
Taehyungâs smirk widened; his eyes gleaming with amusement at her outburst. He took another step closer, invading her personal space with an air of arrogance that made her skin crawl.
âWe operate by our own rules, Missus Park,â he said, his voice low and menacing. âAnd if you value your brotherâs life, you will do well to remember that.â
âThis is far from being over. Once my brother recovers, Iâm taking them both and Xiaoli to America.â
âIs that so?â he replied, his tone laced with scepticism. Taehyungâs expression darkened at her words, his jaw tightening with barely concealed rage. For a moment, it seemed as though he might lash out in anger, but then he seemed to regain control of himself, his features smoothing into a mask of icy calm.
âYouâre welcome to take your brother and go to the far far land but my fiancĂ© and Buin will stay put, end of the discussion, Missus Park. Or do I need to take any precautions â howâs your son?â
She knew all too well the lengths to which the Min Clan would go to protect their interests, and the thought of her son being caught in the crossfire filled her with a sense of dread.
âYou wouldnât dare,â she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. âYou wouldnât lay a hand on my son.â
âOh, of course not, weâre not child-killers, Missus Park. But you wouldnât want me to make sure they take him away as youâre clearly unstable to raise a child.â Taehyungâs smirk returned, his eyes glinting with malice as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
âYou all are fucking monsters.â She spit his way and with a flick of fear in her eyes she turns away to storm down the hallways back to the waiting car that will take her to the sanitorium.
The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, lending an eerie atmosphere to the hushed conversation that unfolded.
Yoongiâs brow furrowed with concern as he glanced at Y/N, her delicate features softened in sleep. He was holding her small hand in his large one, refusing to leave her side.
âHyung, do you think she could be pregnant?â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, mindful of the gravity of their discussion. Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged a solemn glance, their expressions reflecting the weight of Yoongiâs question.
The older man did not want his brother to be in more pain than he already is.
âItâs certainly possible, ââ Seokjin replied softly, his gaze shifting to Y/Nâs still form.
ââyet, itâs way too soon to tell.â Namjoon nodded in agreement, his eyes lingering on Y/N with a mixture of concern and hope.
âHer health and recovery must remain our primary focus.â
A sense of apprehension settled over Yoongi as the reality of their situation sank in. The prospect of impending fatherhood filled him with both excitement and trepidation. His hand possessively slipped under the duvet, caressing her belly with a tender touch. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her hand, a silent vow of love and protection that lingered in the quiet of the room.
He was determined to never fail her again.
Y/N found herself drifting into a state of peaceful slumber, the gentle rhythm of his breathing lulling her into a sense of security she hadnât known before. A feeling that was for a long time foreign.
Yet, even as sleep beckoned her towards its welcoming arms, a nagging sense of unease lingered at the edge of her consciousness. It was as though a faint whisper echoed through the chambers of her mind.
Images flickered in the darkness, fleeting glimpses of faces and places she couldnât quite place. It was like trying to catch hold of smoke, the harder she tried to grasp onto them, the more they slipped through her fingers.
And then, amidst the chaos of her mind, a single image emerged from the depths of her subconsciousâa flash of silver amidst the darkness, a glimmer of recognition that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.
As Y/Nâs dreams began to swirl with fragments of memories she herself did not recognise, she found herself waking with a start, the remnants of a haunting nightmare still lingering in her mind. The boundaries between reality and illusion blurring in the hazy mist of slumber. Beside her, the man stirred, his gaze filled with concern as he noticed the tension in her features.
âAre you alright?â he asked, his voice soft yet filled with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes.
âIt was just a bad dream-â she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his expression understanding as he reached out to gently brush away the stray strands of hair that clung to her face. âNightmares are just the mindâs way of processing the chaos of the world,â he said, his words carrying a weight of wisdom born from years of introspection. â-the unwanted reality we dare not to accept,â he slowly caressed her cheek.
âSometimes, facing our fears head-on is the only way to conquer them.â
âI know,â she replied, her voice steady despite the lingering unease that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. âIt feels like the nightmares are trying to tell me something, -â
âPerhaps they are,â he said, his tone tinged with a hint of curiosity.
âWhat do you mean?â She asked, shrinking her eyebrows.
âWake up, little Dove.â
âI donât want to wake up, Yoongi. Iâm wide awake.â Her words proceeded her mind once she uttered them.
Yoongi. Only now she realised that she never uttered his name out loud this whole time. His name is Yoongi. She recognises him now, but this man is not the one she married.
This man is the one the other will never be.
âAre you?â
The warmth of the bed was replaced by the sterile chill of a sanitised room, the soft breathing beside her now replaced by the distant sound of metal clinking against itself.
Her eyes fluttered open to meet the gaze of Seokjin, the doctor who had been overseeing her treatment. There was a sombreness in his eyes, a depth of understanding that spoke of the gravity of the situation.
Her initial reaction wasnât one of shock or panic but rather a stoic silence whilst she looked around the room. Just yet. That was giving the young doctor a hunch that her mind is stronger than anyone ever thought it is.
âY/N,-â he began, his voice gentle yet firm. He carefully placed the file he was holding in his hand back to the nightstand next to the bed. Seokjin didnât want to trigger her. He needed her to be as calm as possible.
âWhat did you do to me?â A hoarse broken voice laced with pain echoed in the room. It was barely heard and the immense pain on the side of her throat got her head spinning. The sight of Yoongiâs rage-filled eyes flooded back to her mind, the desperation of her attempt to protect Kai from his wrath. She instinctively reached up to touch the bandages that now adorned her neck, wincing.
âYou mean, what did you do to yourself?â he replied softly, his words heavy with implication.
Y/N felt a wave of nausea wash over her as the reality of her actions sunk in. The realisation that she had tried to take her own life filled her with a sense of profound despair.
âI didnât mean to,â she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. âThere was no stopping him. He would haveââ it was hard to swallow, it was harder to breathe, painful to speak and just like countless times before, it was harder to see through the tears.
âIs Kai alive?â she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. Seokjin met her gaze with a solemn nod, Y/N felt a sliver of hope pierce through the darkness that had consumed her. Perhaps, amidst the chaos, there was still a chance for redemption, for healing.
âHeâs going to make a full recovery in a few weeks,â he said softly, his words a balm to her wounded spirit.
âBut you need to heal tooââ
Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded in silent agreement, the weight of her own pain pressing down upon her like a burden too heavy to bear.
âLittle birdie sang that you promised to make a snowman with a certain little man.â The little boy was a reminder of the love and happiness that still existed in her life despite the darkness that surrounded her.
âCan I sleep some more?â
Before she managed to drift back to sleep, Seokjin quietly went about checking her vitals, his experienced hands moving with precision as he monitored her condition. With a deep sigh, he made a mental note to bring her iron pills to help replenish the blood she had lost. Looking at her bandaged neck, he couldnât shake the feeling that her academic background would totally exclude the possibility that this petite woman wouldnât know how to kill herself with that one swipe of a letter opener if she aimed correctly. And that made Seokjin suspicious of the young Buinâs intentions and endorsed him into believing that after all, the girl still has some fire to burn and will to live. She just needed good guidance, he thought.
âHow is she?â The Kkangpae rushed to approach him once he closed the door to his office. It was very hard to convince him to leave her side. She was asleep for a while and Seokjin did not advise on waking her up anytime soon until she woke up herself. With conflicting emotions, he turned to face his dishevelled form.
âShe wants to sleep some more, otherwise sheâs stable, butââ Seokjin replied, his voice tinged with weariness.
ââsheâs lost a significant amount of blood so Iâm going to have her take iron pillsââ
The Kkangpaeâs brow furrowed in worry, his gaze flickering back to the closed door behind Seokjin.
âI want to see her,â he said, his voice tinged with desperation when he interrupted his Hyung.
Seokjin hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks of disturbing Y/Nâs rest against the Kkangpaeâs obvious concern. Ultimately, he decided to trust his instincts.
âWe need to talk first, Yoongi.â Seokjin said firmly. The Kkangpae nodded reluctantly, his shoulders slumping with defeat. Not happy with Seokjinâs stalling. Nonetheless, Seokjin could sense the tension radiating off him, the weight of guilt and fear pressing down on his shoulders.
âYou pushed her way too far, Yoongiââ the doctor begins, slumping down to the low cushion sofa looking at the faded yet evident scraped puddle of blood on the wooden floor.
âI want you to consider me helping her.â
Yoongiâs blood ran cold at the mention of such a drastic measure to be taken. He knew of the doctor practising such methods and he knew of them being successful once two living and walking examples were among them.
âWeâve talked about this Seokjin, and I declined your offer. She doesnât need it.â
Seokjinâs gaze hardened, his eyes locking onto Yoongi's with unwavering intensity.
âAre you ever going to accept the truth Yoongi? She is suffering here!â Yoongiâs jaw tightened; his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to control the rising tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew that Seokjin was right. But he was also still the selfish man he was before.
âSheâs my responsibility, Seokjin,â Yoongi said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâll find another way to help her. I wonât let you do this to her unless it will be absolutely necessary.â
Seokjinâs expression softened, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes as he reached out to place a hand on Yoongiâs shoulder. âI know you love her, Yoongi,â he said gently. âBut sometimes, loving means making difficult decisions for the greater good.â
Yoongi couldnât continue to bury his head in the sand, hoping that Y/Nâs pain and suffering would simply disappear on its own and perhaps the moment she heals sheâll be capable of falling in love with him just like he did.
âJust how long can you go without your love being reciprocated?â
Seokjinâs question echoed in Yoongiâs mind, a painful reminder of the unrequited love that had tormented him for so long.
He couldnât bear the thought of robbing her of her identity, of erasing the very essence of who she was. The essence he loved her for. But now, faced with the prospect of losing her altogether, Yoongi couldnât bear the thought of erasing the very qualities that had drawn him to her in the first place. He loved her for her fire, for the strength and passion that burned within her.
He wanted to keep her flame alive.
How ironic, isnât it?
Waking up again felt even worse than the first time. The dizziness remained and a strong feeling of fatigue only reminded her of what she had called upon herself. The bed seemed to mock her with its warmth, the pillow unyielding beneath her. It was a bit firmer for some reason and a heartbeat echoed in her ears.
Her hand went up the sheets until another hand fell upon hers. The bed was not warmer, the pillow was not firmer and the heartbeat she hears isnât hers. The fingers, adorned with cold metal rings that now laid on top of her smaller hand squeezed hers in firmer grip. What was supposed to be a comforting touch seemed like shackles to Y/N.
Y/N gulped down, trying to not slap his hand right away just like she wanted to. The pit in her stomach was larger and larger. She did not know what to expect from him. Is he going to punish her? Is he mad? Does he have the right to be mad? Of course not. But for what is to come, Y/N would rather him mad and angry.
âI am so sorry, little Dove.â
His voice shattered her thoughts and Y/Nâs eyes stayed wide open, just staring up front. He was holding her laying form on his chest and she could feel his other hand caressing her back. He held her way too close, as if trying to mend what he had broken with his other hand.
âI thought I was going lose you,â he choked out, confessing, his grip tightening. She pulled away with swift movement, sitting up to confront him and look down on his half laying form.
âYouâve almost killed him, and the only remorse you feel is for me?!â
Her weak voice trembled with a mixture of anger and disbelief, her eyes flashing with hurt as she confronted him. Her vocal cords were not as damaged, yet her throat was too sore for her voice to be heard fully. The weight of his actions hung heavy in the air, suffocating the space between them. Guilt etching lines on his face as he met her accusing gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.
âThe words you said before, back home, got to me, and I lost control. I did not mean for any of this, Dove. I am genuinely sorry,â he finally managed to utter, his voice thick with regret. His eyes pleaded for her understanding, begging for forgiveness in the face of his unforgivable mistake.
Despite the hurt and betrayal, she felt a small part of her longed to believe him, to believe that he was capable of change. But she knew very well that the Yoongi starring in her dreams is a completely different man. The scars of his actions ran deep, leaving behind wounds that could not be easily healed.
âYou crushed his skull, Yoongi,â she said with a stone-cold anger, her voice laced with an icy fury that sent shivers down his spine. He messed up.
âAnd I shall do everything to redeem myself. I love you, baby-â He knew he had to make things right, to earn back her trust and repair the damage he had done. How could he earn something back if it was never there?
âYou donât love me, Yoongi. You love the idea of having me under your control!â Each syllable drips with bitterness and resentment. He lifted himself on his elbows to look closer to her teary eyes. They reflected so much pain and sorrow.
âYou know thatâs not true. Iâll do anything for you.â He insisted, his voice trembling with sincerity as he reached out to gently wipe away her tears whence she slapped his hand off.
âDonât fucking touch me,â she spat, her voice sharp with venom. She stood up, putting distance between them, but he refused to let her go. The weight of his actions had left her wounded, her trust shattered beyond repair. She could no longer bear the false promises and empty gestures that had become their relationship.
âDid I have to reach the edge of despair for you to wake up?â Her words cut through the silence, echoing with the pain of her betrayal.
âI was scared of losing you,â His voice trailed off, the weight of her accusation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He struggled to find the right words to express the depth of his fear and regret, knowing that no apology could ever fully erase the pain he had caused.
âYou never had me to begin with.â She said, her voice filled with finality. But he wouldnât accept it. The ancient melody, the notes that echoed in the silence, screamed, full of wounds that will never heal.
âPromise me youâll never do that again, love. Hurt me, not yourself.â He pleaded again trying to reach her, his voice breaking with emotion as he reached out to grasp her trembling hands, hoping against hope that she would find it in her heart to forgive him, to give their love another chance. He cannot let her words get to him again.
âAgain?!-â she retorted, her voice laced with disbelief and incredulity. She wondered if heâs even worthy of her pretending. Her hands went to hit his chest, pushing him away from her.
â-You think thereâs going to be fucking again, Yoongi?!â Her words were sharp, cutting through the air with the finality of a verdict. A flying cup shattered right next to his head. He did not even register when she took it into her hands and threw it at him, missing him just by a few inches.
âIâll do anything to have you by my side. Dove, I beg you.â Min Yoongi pleaded, his voice breaking again. On his knees, Min Yoongi bowed his head in remorse.
âYouâll never change, Yoongi.â The weight of disappointment was evident in her words as she turned away, unable to bear the sight of him at that moment. But the selfish side of Min Yoongi wouldnât let her do that.
He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close, not leaving an inch between them.
âI canât fucking live without you-â his voice cracked, raw with desperation and longing, tears welled up in his eyes, begging for her to understand the depth of his love.
â-without those arms,â he continued, his voice softening with the memories of their intimacy.
â-full cheeks-â
â-lips,â he whispered, each word a plea for her to see the love and longing in his eyes.
âYoongi, I cannot do this anymore.â
Yoongi felt his heart drop like a heavy weight in his chest. He collapsed onto his knees before her, his arms wrapping desperately around her delicate frame.
âIâm so tired of the pain in my chest,â she admitted, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
He had pushed her too far, hurt her too deeply, and now he stood on the precipice of losing her forever.
âI was ready to dieââ
âIâm so fucking sorry, Doveâ he whispered, his voice barely audible above the tumult of emotions raging inside him. Y/N glanced at his trembling hands and thought about his words for a second. Contemplating his sincerity.
It was his eyes this time that cried. The endearment sounds different coming from this version of Yoongi. It felt so distant from the Yoongi she had once met in her dreams. The man heâll never be.
âI can make it better. Just let me in and Iâll show you how happy we can be.â Min Yoongi promised, his eyes filled with sincerity. Heâs haunted by the knowledge that he just might have let the love of his life slip through his fingers.
âYouâre really that delusional, arenât you?â Y/N questioned; her voice laced with disbelief.
âArenât we all? -â Min Yoongi replied, his voice tinged with resignation. âIâm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. Please, give me another chance.â
Y/N remained silent; her expression guarded as she wrestled with her own emotions. Her mind swirled with thoughts and even when she tried to say something, an inaudible cry of frustration, sadness and anger was heard.
Min Yoongi slumped down to his knees, holding her small hands in his. Looking at her with hope in his eyes.
âI beg you.â He pleaded once more for her forgiveness. His eyes searched hers, hoping to find even the smallest glimmer of something that would tell him that heâll manage to woo her right this time.
If she could walk away, she would do it right now. But this isnât her que to leave the scene. Just not yet. Be patient.
âYour beloved God shall decide upon your fate, Yoongi-â
âUpon the fate of us,â she continued to preach.
âWhat do youââ
âShould God spare his life, Iâll consider forgiving you,â she interrupted, her voice firm.
âThen let it be so,â he said, his voice filled with determination and hope.
Y/N was clutching the delicate cup of tea in her hands whilst her eyes remained fixed on the outside surroundings of the hotel. Riling herself up was something she was told to seize. Yet, there she stands, ready to run outside any minute.
âHeâs trying, you know,â Xiaoli said softly, following Y/Nâs gaze. âIn his own way, heâs trying to make things right.â
The sight was both heart-warming and heartbreaking, a glimpse of the man he used to be and the man he could still be.
âWell, he certainly knows how to evoke emotional damage.â Y/N sighed, her eyes lingering on Yoongiâs figure adorned in a warm coat. His hands were covered with leather gloves that protected him from the frostbiting cold snow.
âPeople can heal.â
âSome wounds run too deep to heal completely,â Y/N glanced at Xiaoli, her eyes searching for understanding that she will most likely never find.
âLove has a way of healing even the deepest wounds-â Xiaoli reached out, placing a comforting hand on Y/Nâs arm. Y/N scoffed, her eyes never leaving the Kkangpae and her little brother Bo Cheng. Building a snowman. It was a picture of normalcy; his current actions were mocking the magnitude of his power and acts he performed to obtain it.
Min Yoongi was on top of the world. One day, the prime minister of Japan expresses his gratitude for clearing the Yakuza clan and unburdening the country, the other, heâs powerless when the woman he chose to be his companion throughout life, and whatâs after, paints the floor red with her own blood.
âRelax, Y/N Buin.â The other voice echoed from the other side of the room. She was clutching the cup way too tightly, making her knuckles go white. She hated when people called her Buin. It did not evoke power in Y/N, rather the opposite. It was a reminder that she is the lady of this clan because Yoongi forced her into this position.
The room felt heavy with tension, each word from Xiaoli pulling at the raw edges of her emotions. The far away sound of Bo Chengâs laughter when he threw a large snowball Yoongiâs way.
âYou did not see him that day,â Y/N finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with pain and regret.
âThe darkness in him consumed him.â
âI saw him after thatââ
â-Heâs trying to make amends now,â Xiaoli said gently, her hand tightening around Y/Nâs.
âI wish I could believe that heâs capable of change, Xiaoli.â The rustle of newspaper reminded her of the other presence in the room. The consigliere silently worked at the table, overviewing contracts Y/N darenât deem anything but legal. The other man present in the room was now folding the said newspapers, standing up and walking in the direction where Xiaoli and Y/N stood by the large window.
âNever in my entire fucking life I have thought that I will see Min fucking Yoongi build a snowman-â Hoseok spat out jokingly, his disbelief evident. There was even a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Y/Nâs grip on the teacup relaxed slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on the scene outside the whole time.
âHe just might be able to change, we all do-â he began, leaning down to her height level, admiring the velvet rose pins holding her hair in an updo.
âfor lovââ
âJiÄ jie! Have you seen the snowman we built?!â Y/Nâs eyes brightened at the sound of Bo Chengâs voice. The change in her expression was immediate.
Y/N couldnât help but chuckle, âYes, dear. Itâs marvellous.â
Bo Chengâs delighted laughter echoed across the snowy expanse as he ran back outside to Yoongi, pulling him towards their creation.
Hoseok, witnessing Y/Nâs transformation, teased, âSee? Heâs not all bad. Look at how happy he makes your brother.â
âOne snowman doesnât erase the past, Hoseok.â
Hoseok laughed, conceding with a nod, âFair enough, Y/N. Fair enough.â
âWhat about two?â Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. But the daunting feeling never left her as she watched him and her little brother.
âIs he asleep?â She asked quietly, trying to restrain her voice as much as possible. The best was not to overload the muscles of her throat at all. She talks very little but thinks a lot. That certainly is not the best situation for someone like Y/N.
Her mind takes her to places. To those she visited and those she is yet to see. The âYoongiâ comes back to her in dreams from time to time, and Y/Nâs mind cannot grapple with why it is happening so. What is the cosmos trying to show her?
âHe is usually stubborn to go to sleep if itâs not for Ma reading him a story-â The younger sister began to rely upon her never-ending gratitude to her beloved leader. Safe to say, she shifted her loyalty without having to pledge it first.
â-thank you, Kkangpae Min, youâre marvellous with children.â Y/N couldnât help but roll her eyes at Xiaoli. Not like she was cautious to not get caught doing so, Xiaoli did see her doing so, poking her elbow to express her gratitude to Yoongi too.
âWhat?â Y/N asked her. Xiaoli was easier to manipulate, easier to forget, and easier to forgive. Y/N wasnât, she would let him feel the chasm in between them before she made her move to wrap him around her finger.
âArenât you grateful for such a caring husband?â
The loud silence echoed in the room, making everyone uncomfortable. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed very loudly. Tears welled up in her eyes.
âXiaoli-â Y/N has begun only for Xiaoli to not let her speak.
âNo, Y/N, heâs at least trying. You never did-â her younger sister interrupted her instantly. Y/N looked into Yoongiâs eyes, for the first time since he crossed the door threshold after he put Bo Cheng to bed. She did not know what she was looking for, yet she expected him to speak up.
âXiaoli-â she attempted again but this time it was Yoongi who interrupted her.
âMrs. Wang, I appreciate your concern, but me and Y/N shall resolve our marital issues without your guidance.â
Yoongiâs voice was calm, but there was a firmness to it that made the room go still. Xiaoliâs eyes widened slightly, surprised by his assertiveness. Y/Nâs gaze locked onto his again, searching for a hint of what he was thinking. She raised her brows at his diplomatic words to her sister.
Not wanting to admit it, Y/N enjoyed the guilt in Xiaoliâs eyes. Yet it was Yoongi she apologised to and not her.
âWell, I would say that is our cue to leave those two alone, love,â Taehyung murmured all the way from across the office where he was still seated. The room was quiet enough that everyone heard him.
âI meant well.â Was the last thing Y/N heard before Xiaoli and Taehyung got too far away for them to hear anything.
Yoongi took a deep breath, breaking the silence.
âShe can be a lot, the sister of yours.â
Y/N chuckled softly, wiping away a stray tear. They sat down by the fireplace.
They always do. He reached out, taking her hand.
âHow was your day?â He said gently. For the past week, she wasnât avoiding him - she was avoiding the talks he wished to have with her to reconcile.
âJimin told me you went to visit Kai today.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened momentarily before she looked away, her grip tightening around the fabric of her dress. Yoongiâs thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, a gesture meant to be comforting, but it only intensified the whirlwind of emotions inside her.
âSeokjin says he is getting better slowly.â She hesitated to talk, biting her lip. Kai was a sore subject between them, yet Yoongi realised thatâs where his only chance of a life with her lay. He agreed upon her terms of forgiving him, seizing any opportunity to keep her by his side.
âAnd so do you, but I would love to hear that from you, Dove.â
âIt still pains me to talk, and I get dizzy if I stand for too long.â Yoongiâs heart ached as he heard her soft confession. He knew all too well what her condition was and that he was the sole reason for it.
There wasnât a day, an hour where he did not think about what he could have done differently with her. Maybe if he told her the truth at the very beginning, sheâd let him woo her. But heâll never know that. The damage was done, and heâll have to build their relationship from scratch.
Yoongi hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Y/Nâs face for any sign of pain or discomfort.
âIâm sorry, Dove,â he whispered, his voice filled with regret. âI hate seeing you like this.â
Y/N gave him a weak smile. It wasnât a warm smile, it was not genuine, and it certainly did not reflect the emotion Y/N was holding in.
âThen why lead me to this state?â Yoongiâs eyes filled with guilt, his grip on her hand tightening. For the first time, Yoongi rethought all the decisions he had made since he settled his eyes on her. There wasnât a day he did not think about what would be different if he wouldâve been honest with her. Would she fall in love with him?
âWe donât have time for that, Hyung.â The voice of his right-hand man echoed in his mind. He listened to him, and here they are. Broken.
âI know I donât deserve your forgiveness, Doveââ Yoongiâs tears threatened to fall as he watched the woman he loved struggle with the pain he had caused.
âAnd that there is way too much damage done, but I burn for you, and I always will.â She only listened to him, there was no need to answer.
âI will wait for you until you are ready.â
âWe had a deal.â Her eyes slowly flattered open upon hearing his low baritone voice. She gulped down carefully, wincing at the still evident pain in her throat. She squinted her eyes at the change of lighting. She was wondering whether he would pay her visit. Several weeks passed and here he is. Kim Namjoon in his full glory, ready to get on her nerves.
âWhereâs Yoongi?â Looking at the empty side of the bed she asked, not minding his words. He sneaked late in the night, thinking she was dead asleep and left her room too early in the morning. She has let him do that. It will only help her in the future.
âWe had a deal,â Namjoon repeated, his voice firm and unwavering as he was seated in the armchair next to her bed, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of concern and disappointment.
âAnd we still have a deal, donât we?â She asked rather mockingly, her tone laced with sarcasm, pulling herself up to sit on the bed. Her eyes still not used to the lighting she blindly reached to a glass of water that was on the nightstand to ease her throat of the uncomfortable dryness burning inside.
âYou attempted to kill yourself. Iâd count that as violating our deal,â he stated bluntly. Y/Nâs jaw clenched as she listened to Namjoon's accusation, a surge of defensiveness rising within her. The man and his tactics irked her.
She knew she had pushed the boundaries of their agreement, but she couldnât bring herself to admit it. Not to him at least.
âIt was a moment of weakness, okay? Iâve had enough at that point.â Namjoonâs gaze remained steady, unmoved by her protestations. As if he saw right through her.
âDo you want us to throw you into a mental house? Is that what youâre trying to do?â
Y/Nâs grip tightened around the glass of water as she fought to control the rising tide of anger within her.
âYou all would have to throw yourself in first.â
She refused to back down, refused to let him belittle her struggles or dictate her fate. Y/Nâs grip tightened around the glass of water, her knuckles turning white with tension as she fought to control the rising tide of anger within her. Namjoonâs words felt like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of her own vulnerability and the consequences of her actions.
He chuckled at her response. The sound grating on her nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
âAs I said, it was a moment of weakness, there was no different means to stop himââ
âMaybe if you didnât provoke him before, he wouldnât do it, Y/N.â
âI did not provoke him. I did not ask for any of this,â she spat, her voice trembling with fury. Y/Nâs heart pounded in her chest as she glared at Namjoon. She wanted to throw the glass at him so badly.
âYet here we are.â
âHere we are indeed,â she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âAnd whose fault is that, Namjoon? Certainly not mine.â
Namjoonâs jaw tightened at her defiance, his gaze hardening as he met her eyes with unwavering intensity.
âYouâre just like him, Y/N,â he muttered darkly. âStubborn. Refusing to see reason. Refusing to accept help. We had a deal goddammitââ
âWith all due respect, Namjoon. I do not trust you nor your intentions to actually send me over to America once the time is up.â He had expected her defiance, but her lack of trust cut deeper than he cared to admit. He did not know why in detail. But it was for the greater good that the Buin and Kkangpae will be a power role model couple for their clan.
âYou donât trust me?â he repeated, his voice low and tinged with disbelief. Ridiculous.Â
âTrust is earned, Namjoon,â she retorted, her voice unwavering despite the tremor in her heart. âAnd you haven't exactly given me a reason to trust you.â His frustration was simmering beneath the surface.
âAight.â He said after some time of thinking.
âWhat do you want?â He asked, intrigued about what would make her trust him. Y/Nâs gaze narrowed; her expression guarded as she considered Namjoonâs question.
âAssurances.â
âName it.â
âI want Xiaoli, Kai, Daiyu and her son out of here. Somewhere overseas. Unharmed and not to be bothered again.â His expression conflicted as he weighed the implications of her request. The smirk on his face was still present.
âXiaoli is betrothed to Taehyung, and she is so of her own volition. You yourself gave them your blessing, Buin.â Y/Nâs tongue clicked unsatisfied with his words.
âGive her the courtesy and at least give her the chance to decide, without your influence.â He knew she had a point, even if he was reluctant to admit it. The power dynamics within their world were complex, and he had grown accustomed to wielding his influence with impunity. The holy seven always did so.
âFine,â he conceded, his tone grudging. âIâll make sure Xiaoli has a chance to make her own decisions. But youâre pushing your luck, Yoongi may notâ,â
âHe will agree.â She stated resolutely. Namjoonâs eyebrows rose slightly at Y/Nâs bold assertion, surprised by her unwavering confidence.
âVery well,â Namjoon replied, his voice tinged with resignation. âIâll speak to Yoongi and Iâll arrange for them to sail away once Kai is well enough to travel, but only if you promise to uphold your end of the deal and itâs new conditionsâ
âWhat conditions?â She asked, utterly confused. This was about him earning her trust. But of course, Kim Namjoon would somehow manage to manipulate his way through.
âForgive him, Y/N. Thatâs what Iâm asking for. Itâs been weeks since Kai can stand on his own feet. Talk, walk, eat, everything. Whyâd you still not uphold your side of the deal?â
A weighty silence enveloping the room as Y/N processed his words. The idea of forgiving Yoongi felt like an impossible task, a betrayal of everything she had endured at his hands. She could not find a word that would describe what she feels now.
âHolding onto anger and bitterness will only continue to weigh you down. Death would be redemption, yet you are still here, living and breathing by Godâs will and doing.â
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âWhen is he planning to do it?â She spoke softly, her words laced with urgency and caution.
âI donât know-â she murmured, swallowing the lump in her throat. âBut I canât bear the thought of Bo Cheng witnessing such a horror.â
Daiyuâs eyes darted around the dimly lit corridor, wary of lurking shadows and prying ears.
âWe must leave this place, Y/N,â she urged, her voice a breathless whisper.
âI canât-â Y/Nâs voice caught in her throat, her gaze dropping to the floor as a wave of despair washed over her.
âânot yet, at least.â Daiyu placed a gentle hand on Y/Nâs shoulder.
âBut you will-â Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Daiyuâs gaze hardened.
â-And youâll take Bo Cheng with you. Even Ma if we will be clever enough.â
âXiaoli?â she inquired cautiously.
âXiaoli doesnât share our sentiments. Taking her against her will would make me no better than them.â Daiyu nodded, understanding the complexity of Y/Nâs feelings towards Xiaoli.
âHe wonât let us all go,â said Daiyu, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. In normal circumstances, he would never give a green pass to anyone from inside of their clan. Especially, to the closer circle. But the circumstances were not normal. And as he spoke himself numerous times at this point. He will do everything to keep her by his side.
âHe will. If I promise to stay.â
âBut thatâs-â
âItâs not my time yet, Daiyuââ she interrupted her quickly.
âBut it will come.â
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author's note: this took me longer than I thought, mainly coz of life getting in my way, but nonetheless, chapter 8 is here. So far, this is the most I'm sceptical about chapter so yeah, nervous to put it out. Yoongi's got a taste of his own medicine to some degree and maybe finally he'll start to see things differently. Do you believe Yoongi can change for her? Hmm? We will see. Enjoy the chapter. Thank you for reading and continuing to read the story đŠč ⌠âïœĄËâàžș âĄ
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Made this list while I was in the mood
Classical music pieces that I associate with twst characters
* these pieces are available to listen to on youtube. Perhaps I will make a video with them one day. But I doubt it. * I apologize for any mistakes, it was a lot of information to digest * updated because I forgot to add Presto for Malleus, sorry!
Malleus - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Summer" - 1 Allegro Non Molto and 3 Presto (I mean of course these ones. Add evil overblot laugh here too.) ok also Schubert - Erlkönig (The Elf King), D. 328
Sebek - Prokofiev - Romeo and Juliet, Suite No. 2, The Montagues and Capulets "Dance of the Knights" (it's just him. period.) or Rachmaninov - Musical Moment No.4 in E minor or Rachmaninov - Prelude in C Sharp Minor (Rachmaninov for Sebek in general lol)
Silver - Grieg - Peer Gynt, Suite no. 1 "Morning mood" or Debussy - Clair de lune (from "Suite bergamasque") (Yes, basic, but it fits so so much so)
Lilia - Chopin - Fantaisie impromptu in C-Sharp minor, Op. 66 (first notes - Lilia's evil grin, then whimsical nature and the whirl of memories of countries he has been to. When it goes hard, it's cooking, some violence, and then when it gets gentle, it's when he remembers Silver's childhood. Then he softens in general but also reminds us about his playful nature and strong character.)
Idia - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - "Winter" - 1 Allegro Non Molto (resembles how Idia speaks when he's getting confident and how his character, in general, opens up. And kinda gives me his genius vibes)
Ortho - Graun - Gigue in B-Flat minor (sounds like super-fast calculation is going on. But also, some notes sound like random signals and/or signs of creativity/sudden thoughts in AI) also Chopin - Etude Op. 10 No. 5 (Black Keys)
*Erik Satie for Octa in general. Gives me mysterious underwater vibes*
Azul - Satie - Gnossienne No. 1 and Gymnopedie no.1 also kinda Chopin - Nocturne Op. 9 No. 1 (pondering, deep in thought, underwater, calculating, but also melancholicâŠ)
Jade - Satie - Gnossienne No.3 (such big Jade vibes)
Floyd - Liszt - Mephisto Waltz No. 1 (hehe)
Leona - Haydn - Symphony No. 49 in F minor ' La Passione ' (it's long, but it's worth listening. I just imagine Leona's character and lore in general here)
Jack - HĂ€ndel - Suite no. 11 in D minor. Sarabande (not really sure about this one. But it gives me 'strength and determination and values' vibes today)
Ruggie - Mozart - Symphony No. 40 in G minor, IV. Allegro assai (reminds me how he can adapt and be different if needed. Also, it sounds quite boisterous, like Ruggie is going fast, fast, fast and earning a lot, lot, lot!)
Kalim - Mozart - The Marriage of Figaro, K. 492: Overture (specifically wanting to throwa feast)
Jamil - Chopin - Waltz in E minor, Op. Posth. (he's so skillful and makes it look like he's not even trying, but he's super hardworking. Also, some parts sound like his occasional emotional outbursts) also - Chopin - Prelude in E Minor (I can't explain it, but it's just Jamil for me. I feel so sorry for him - he's such a cool and talented (and handsome) guy, and such destiny mgd. Or maybe I'm just in a melancholic mood today)
Vil - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - âSpringâ - 1 Allegro (won't be original meh. like there're so many classical pieces that fit Vil but I don't really wanna bother here so)
Rook - Mozart - Le Nozze di Figaro: "Non piĂč andrai, farfallone amoroso" (instrumental) (ookay it was hard with Rook because I think a lot fits him but I'll stop with this one or I'll never finish this list)
Epel - Litvinovsky - PellĂ©as and MĂ©lisande: III. Galliard. Navire dans la tempĂȘte (Galliard. Ship in a storm) (unrelated but my life is divided into before seeing Epel in Book 7 dreams and after)
Riddle - Beethoven - Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67 I. Allegro con brio (duh. basic but c'mon. it suits him)
Ace - Litvinovsky - Suite for Strings "Le Grand Cahier": IV. Nos Etudes (yes that's how I feel Ace)
Deuce - Tchaikovsky - The Nutcracker Suite, Op. 71a: March of the Toy Soldiers (Deuce the honour student edition)
Cater - Beethoven : Sonatina in F Major plus "a glimpse of a depressed real Cater" one - Chopin - Mazurka in A minor, Op.17, No.4
Trey - Beethoven - Sonata No. 8 in C Minor Pathetique, Op. 13 (Adagio cantabile) (I tried to find someting "normal" meh so went with this today)
Special mentions
Rollo - Mozart - Requiem, 3 Dies Irae Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, BWV 565 Orff - Carmina Burana: Fortuna imperatrix mundi. O fortuna (super super obvious but c'mon it's basically canon)
Baul - Wagner - Ride of the Valkyries (ya Baul has big Wagner vibes for me)
Grim - Edvard Grieg â In the Hall of the Mountain King (the escalation lol)
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The Secret History characters as classical songs
Henry Winter; Shchedrin Concerto Cantabile I. Moderato Cantabile
Richard Papen; String Quartet No.3 âMishimaâ VI. Mishima / Closing, Philip Glass
Francis Abernathy; Otoñal, Segunda Allianza
Julian Morrow; Un Sospriso, Franz Liszt
Charles Macaulay; The English Affair, Howard Harper-Barnes
Camilla Macaulay; Concerto pour la fin dâun amour (final), Francis Lai
Honourable mention; Violin Concerto No.1 (1987) Movement II, Philip Glass
Edit: I forgot Bunny⊠so letâs give him âChopin Nocturne B.49: Lento con gran espressione in C-sharp minorâ because sadddd tragedy
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Valentina Lisitsa plays Chopin - Nocturne No. 20 in C sharp minor, Op. Posth
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Clara Rockmore (1911-1998) solo - theremin virtuoso Works: "Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor," "Ave Maria Op. 52" Defeated Opponents: Siw Malmkvist Propaganda: see visual
Aretha Franklin (1942-2018) solo Songs: "Think," "Respect" Defeated Opponents: Sylvie Vartan Propaganda: "The Blues Brothers should have taken her with them instead of her husband. big mistake there." "Aretha deserves all the Respect"
Visual Propaganda for Clara Rockmore:
Visual Propaganda for Aretha Franklin:
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CHOPIN - NOCTURNE NO.20 IN C-SHARP MINOR OP.POSTH
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(Sorry for the late Tumblr update; Rachel's laptop is attempting to join the happy haunts.)
CONTENT ADVISORY: because the 2023 film version of The Haunted Mansion involves convincing a living soul to die and join the happy haunts, this episode discusses suicide.
Welcome, foolish mortals, to Wonderful World of Darklords! We are your hosts--your podcast hosts. Kindly load the full episode, and make room (on your hard drive) for every byte. There's no turning back now. Unless you stop listening five minutes in, I suppose. There's always that way out...
This episode is primarily drawing on the 2023 Haunted Mansion movie since it has a darklord and a plot, but if you prefer other versions of the Mansion, don't worry; we're incorporating as many as possible. Topics discussed include:
How to give Alistair Crump, a fun but cartoonishly evil villain, an element of tragedy and relatability;
How to essentially turn the Haunted Mansion into Hill House, Hell House, or the Overlook;
Alternate versions of the domain that highlight other ghosts as the darklord or boss, including Ramsley the butler, Constance Hatchaway, Henry Ravenswood, or even Madam Leota;
So, so, SO many mechanics from the older material to represent hauntings;
And more!
The full write-up for the Haunted Mansion is available for free on DM's Guild:Â https://www.dmsguild.com/product/497406/The-Haunted-Manor-A-Ravenloft-Domain-of-Dread?affiliate_id=241770
Grim Grinning Gauntlet, Michael Loving's version of the haunted mansion as a pure dungeon crawl, is available here:Â https://www.dmsguild.com/product/254923/Grim-Grinning-Gauntlet
If you want a gonzo haunted house full of surreal manifestations from the older material, check out Bleak House:Â https://www.dmsguild.com/product/201381/Bleak-House-2e?filters=0_0_0_0_45359_45347_0_0
Timestamps
0:00 Introduction
9:09 The Lord
38:51 The Land
49:03 Dread Possibilities
1:02:06 Aging Up (CW more detailed discussions of suicide and murder-suicide)
1:05:40 Aging Up ends
1:19:19 Parting Thoughts
1:49:37 Dâs Parting Thoughts
All music recordings are in the public domain (mark 1.0) and are licensed through https://musopen.org:
Chopin Nocturne in B-Flat Minor, Op. 9 No.1Â (main theme), performed by Eduardo Vinuela
Chopin Etude Op. 25, No. 12 in C Minor: âOceanâ (darklord theme), performed by Edward Neeman
Chopin Nocturne in F Minor, Op. 55 No. 1Â (land theme), performed by Luke Faulkner
Rachmaninoff Morceaux de Fantaisie, Op. 3 - 2. Prélude in C sharp minor (Dread Possibilities), performed by Sergei Rachmaninoff
Chopin Nocturne in E Minor, Op. 72 No. 1Â (parting thoughts), performed by Luke Faulkner
Dialog for Yensid was written by Azalin Rex himself @darklordazalin
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