Title: Silent Hearts, Twisted Fate..

The large office was cloaked in darkness, save for the sliver of moonlight that filtered through the tall windows. Jungkook sat at the head of the room, leaning back in his leather armchair. His broad shoulders were tense, his fingers drumming steadily against the oak desk in front of him. The silence was thick, broken only by the steady ticking of a clock on the wall. His back was turned to the room, his cold gaze fixed on the city skyline below. Power and vengeance radiated off him like a tangible force.

A shadowed figure stepped forward from the darkness—a trusted informant, one of Jungkook's most loyal men.

"We found her," the man said in a low voice. "Her and her entire family. They've been hiding, but not well enough."

Jungkook's lips twisted into a slow, dangerous smirk. His eyes flickered with dark satisfaction. Finally. Years of waiting, planning, and tracking had led him to this moment. Revenge had always been his goal, and now the opportunity was within his grasp.

"Good," he said, his voice like ice. His fingers ceased their tapping, and he stood up from his chair, his presence commanding the room. "Now, it begins."

---

In a small, sunlit bedroom miles away, Min YN stirred in her sleep, her soft breath steady as she lay tangled in her blankets. The peaceful atmosphere of the room was a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Jungkook's world. YN was everything he wasn't—innocent, warm, untouched by the darkness that consumed his life.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter filled the room as her five-year-old brother, Min Tan, climbed onto her bed, giggling mischievously. He jumped on the mattress with all the energy of a toddler, his small body bouncing joyfully on the soft surface.

"sissy! Wake up! Wake up!" Tan squealed, his little hands grabbing at her blanket.

YN groaned, half-awake, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as her brother's laughter filled the room. She opened her eyes to see Tan's bright face hovering above her, his eyes sparkling with pure joy.

"Tan, it's too early for this," she mumbled, reaching out to pull him into a playful hug. He squealed again, wriggling in her arms.

"You promised pancakes!" he reminded her with wide eyes.

YN laughed, ruffling his messy hair. "Alright, alright. I'll make pancakes. But you have to help me, okay?"

Tan nodded eagerly, his cheeks puffing out in excitement. She pulled him close for another hug, warmth blooming in her chest. Their lives had been simple and peaceful, though she knew their family had been running from shadows. Still, moments like this made her believe everything would be alright.

Little did she know, her world was about to change.

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Hours later, YN was in the middle of a mundane afternoon when her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She picked it up casually, wiping her hands on a towel. But as soon as she saw the unknown number on the screen, something in her stomach twisted.

"Hello?" she answered hesitantly.

Silence. Then, a deep, cold voice cut through the line, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Min YN," the voice drawled, slow and deliberate. "I have something of yours."

Her heart dropped, her blood running cold. "Who—who is this?"

There was a brief pause before he answered, his voice low and dark, dripping with authority.

"Your brother. Min Tan. I have him."

YN's heart stopped. Her breath caught in her throat as she stumbled back, her mind spinning. "What? No, you're lying. I—I just saw him! Where is he?" Her voice cracked, panic rising in her chest.

The man on the other end of the line chuckled softly, the sound devoid of warmth. "I don't lie, sweetheart. You'll do exactly as I say, or your precious little brother won't see tomorrow."

Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands shaking. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please don't hurt him. I'll do anything."

"I know you will," Jungkook's voice purred. "You'll marry me."

"What?" she gasped, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Why—why would you want that?"

"I have my reasons," he replied coldly. "But you'll find out soon enough. Marry me, Min YN. Or your brother's blood will be on your hands."

Her world was crumbling around her. Numbly, she realized there was no other choice.

.......

YN's knees buckled beneath her as she slid down to the floor, clutching the phone to her ear. Her pulse pounded in her head as she tried to process the words—the threat. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense.

Marry him? Who was he? Why me?

"Why—why are you doing this?" YN choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, as her tears began to fall. The warmth and security of her small world had shattered in an instant, replaced with a suffocating fear.

On the other end of the line, Jungkook's voice remained steady, cold, and emotionless, as if he was speaking about nothing more than a business deal. "Because this is how you pay for your family's sins."

"My family's sins?" she echoed in confusion. Her mind scrambled to make sense of it. Her parents were good, honest people. They worked hard to provide for her and her brother, even moving away from the city for a simpler life. How could they be responsible for whatever this man—this stranger—was accusing them of?

"Your parents murdered my father," Jungkook hissed, venom laced in his words. "And now, you're going to pay for it."

YN's breath hitched. Her parents? Murder? Her mind reeled, grasping for anything to contradict his claims, but she couldn't. It was too much, too fast.

"That's not true!" she shouted, her voice breaking as panic flared in her chest. "My parents would never do something like that! You've got it wrong!"

A dark chuckle rolled through the phone. "Believe what you want, but it changes nothing. The facts are simple, Min YN. Marry me, and your brother lives. Refuse, and you'll be burying him by the weekend."

Every word sliced into her, leaving her trembling on the floor, clutching the phone as though it was the only thing tethering her to reality.

"Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper now, thick with desperation. "Please don't hurt him. He's just a child."

"You know the terms," Jungkook said, his tone softer now but no less chilling. "I'll give you 24 hours to decide. I'm sure you'll make the right choice." The line went dead.

YN stared at the phone in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she tried to breathe through the suffocating fear. Tan. Her sweet, innocent little brother was in the hands of a monster. And she—she was completely helpless.

Her mind raced, but there was no escaping this. No police. No running. She couldn't risk her brother's life. She had to comply.

Wiping her tears hastily, YN stood up, determination replacing her panic. If this man wanted her to marry him to save her brother, then that's what she would do. She didn't know who he was or what kind of darkness he lived in, but one thing was certain: she would protect her family at any cost.

But as she looked out the window, a foreboding sense of doom lingered in her chest. Whoever this man was, she knew one thing—her life would never be the same again.

---

Back in his lavish penthouse, Jungkook stood at the window, phone still in hand, his eyes dark and calculating. He had heard the fear in her voice, the desperation. He knew she would agree.

But this was only the beginning.

This wasn't just about a marriage or some twisted sense of justice. It was about control—about owning the very people who had taken his father from him. But deep down, in the darkest parts of his mind, something else lingered. Something that even Jungkook couldn't fully admit to himself.

He wasn't just after revenge.

There was something about her—Min YN—that drew him in, something that made this personal in a way it shouldn't have been. He didn't just want her to suffer. He wanted to break her. To possess her.

And when she was his, completely and irrevocably, he would finally have what he needed. Closure. Control.

At least, that's what he told himself.

But even as he stared out at the night, his thoughts drifted back to her voice on the phone—the vulnerability, the fear. Something about it stirred an unfamiliar feeling in his chest, one he quickly crushed beneath the weight of his resolve.

This wasn't about feelings.

It was about power.

And he had all of it.