AUTHOR POV
After leaving Taehyung's house, Y/N walked away, tears streaming down her face. For a while, she couldn’t stop crying, but eventually, the tears faded into a quiet, lingering sadness. Lost in her sorrow, she paid no attention to the path she was taking and unknowingly wandered onto the wrong road — a dark, eerie valley.
Y/n – “Yah! You shi*s, leave her! What the hell are you doing?!”*
Her voice cut through the cold night air like a blade. The alley was dim, the flickering streetlight barely illuminating the scene. Four men stood there, circling a trembling girl like vultures. One of them — tall, with a cruel smirk plastered on his face — turned toward Y/n, eyes glinting with amusement.
Man 1 smirked: “Oh, look, another one. This night’s getting better and better. You two — hold them both down. Let’s see how long she keeps that attitude up.”
AUTHOR POV:
Y/n's blood boiled. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from rage. The girl behind the men looked terrified, her tear-streaked face frozen in panic. Y/n wasn’t going to let this happen. Not tonight. Not ever.
The first man lunged at her, reaching to grab her arm. But before his fingers could even brush against her, Y/n moved like lightning. She seized his wrist and twisted it sharply. A sickening crack filled the alley as his bone snapped. His agonized scream echoed, shattering the night’s silence. He fell to his knees, clutching his broken arm, tears of pain welling in his eyes.
The second man, enraged, charged at her. Y/n’s eyes darkened. She ducked his punch effortlessly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him to the side. He barely had time to react before she swung him around and delivered a brutal knee to his main part. His scream was raw, animalistic, before he crumpled to the ground, groaning and whimpering in agony.
Y/n tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips- “Looks like your fuse just blew. Can’t say when you’ll light up again.”
The remaining two men froze, their confidence faltering as they watched their friends writhing on the ground. Y/n’s eyes locked onto them — unwavering, fierce, burning with determination.
They snapped out of it and lunged at her together. Y/n didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, faster than they anticipated, grabbing one’s arm with each hand. With a powerful twist, she dislocated their shoulders in a swift, fluid motion. Both men let out bone-chilling screams, dropping to the ground like ragdolls. The alley, once filled with their cruel laughter, now echoed with groans and whimpers.
Now, all four of them were on the ground — broken, beaten, and helpless. Their bodies sprawled out like discarded trash, staring up at the night sky, as if searching for mercy from the stars.
Y/n took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her knuckles ached, but she didn’t care. She turned to the girl, who was still frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief .
Y/n’s voice softened- “Hey… are you okay?”The girl’s lips trembled as she nodded, tears glistening in her eyes.
Girl: “Yes… I-I’m okay. Thank you for saving me, sister. I… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t come. You… you really showed them.”
Y/n’s fierce expression melted into a small, gentle smile. She removed her scarf and draped it around the girl’s shoulders.
Y/n: “Scumbags like them… they’re exactly why I trained to fight. Go home now, alright? Be safe. I won’t always be around to save you.”
The girl nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you… I won’t forget this.”
Y/n watched her disappear into the distance, her figure blending into the shadows.
Her smile faded as she turned on her heel, walking away from the scene. The adrenaline wore off, and a different kind of pain settled in — the ache in her chest that had nothing to do with fighting.
Her mind wandered back to Taehyung. The hurt in his eyes. The disbelief on his face when he didn’t trust her. It stung more than any punch she could take.
"He didn’t believe me… but it’s not my fault. I’m done explaining myself. If he loves me — really loves me — he’ll come back on his own. I won’t beg him to believe me."Her throat tightened. The night air felt heavier.
By the time she reached her apartment, the exhaustion was unbearable — not from the fight, but from the weight of everything she carried inside her. She pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty room.
Her voice broke as she muttered angrily to herself:
Y/n: “What do these men think they are? Hurting whoever they want, saying whatever they want — like the whole damn world belongs to them. Ugh… idiots. All of them.”
Her voice wavered, but her spirit didn’t.
Even if the world didn’t believe her — even if Taehyung didn’t believe her — she knew who she was. And she wasn’t about to let anyone take that away from her.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Russia...
The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a desk lamp casting eerie shadows against the lavish, dark walls. A man sat in a leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his sharp eyes staring at the city skyline through the large window. The silence was thick until it was broken by the hurried footsteps of his trusted right-hand man.
The voice echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, and a man dressed in a black suit stepped inside, slightly out of breath.
? - "Where are you, Mr. Lee?" the voice barked impatiently.
From the corner of the room, Mr. Lee stepped forward, his head slightly bowed. "Yes, boss, I’m here."
The boss didn’t bother to look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the skyline. ? - "I have a job for you, Lee. An important one."
"Yes, boss?"
? - You need to gather information about a girl. I want everything — her name, her background, her daily routine... everything. Make sure nothing is missed. I need every single detail about her." His voice was low but commanding.
Mr. Lee’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion. His boss was a cold, calculated man — someone who never showed interest in anyone, let alone a girl.
? - Do you understand, Mr. Lee?"
"Yes, boss," Mr. Lee replied, though his mind raced with questions.
? - "I want all of this information by morning," the boss added, his voice taking on a sinister edge. "We’re leaving for Korea soon."
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips — a dangerous, knowing smirk. Mr. Lee swallowed hard. Something about this felt different, even for him.
Author’s POV — In Seoul, Korea...
The streets of Seoul were quiet, the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. The night air was cool, but Y/n lay in her apartment, her mind too restless to appreciate it. Her thoughts wandered endlessly, swirling between memories, worries, and emotions she couldn’t quite name.
Her phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table, pulling her from her haze. She reached for it lazily. The name on the screen flashed: Sia.
Sia and Pihu — Y/n’s closest friends — lived right next door. They usually spent their evenings together, but tonight, Y/n had come home alone, lost in her own world.
Y/n answered with a sigh.
Sia: "Y/n, are you home yet? Do you even realize how worried we were? Why didn’t you tell us when you came back? You can’t just disappear like that!"
Y/n: "I’m home, okay? Don’t stress. I just needed some time alone. I’ll come earlier next time, I promise. Now go to sleep — I’ll see you in the morning."
Before Sia could protest, Y/n ended the call.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment longer, her chest heavy with unspoken thoughts. Just then, a sudden hiccup escaped her lips.
Y/n: "Huh? Why am I getting hiccups now? Who’s thinking about me this late?" she mumbled to herself.
With a sigh, she sat up, reaching for a glass of water. "Ugh... whatever. Water should fix this."
She gulped it down and fell back onto her bed, eventually drifting into an uneasy sleep.
Time skip to morning…
The sun had barely risen when Y/n woke up, the soft golden light seeping through her curtains. She yawned, stretching lazily before getting up to start her morning routine.
After brushing her teeth, she stepped out of the bathroom, tying her hair up into a ponytail, ready to start her morning workout.
Just as she grabbed her yoga mat, the doorbell rang — an unexpected sound this early in the morning.
Her brows knit together. "Who could that be this early?" she muttered.
She walked to the door and swung it open — only to freeze in shock.
There, standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, was Taehyung.
Her heart stopped for a moment.
Y/n: "What... what are you doing here? Why did you come?" Her voice was guarded, unsure of what to think.
Taehyung: "Y/n, please… forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have doubted you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, just give me one more chance."
Before she could react, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. His voice trembled against her ear.
Taehyung: "I love you. I can’t lose you. Please… forgive me."
Y/n felt her throat tighten, her eyes stinging. She wanted to stay angry — to push him away for what he did — but her heart betrayed her.
Y/n: "Why should I forgive you? You didn’t even trust me… you broke me, Taehyung." Her voice was barely a whisper.
Taehyung: "Please, Y/niee… I’ll do anything. I’m not leaving until you forgive me."
A beat of silence hung between them. Finally, Y/n exhaled shakily.
Y/n: "Fine. I forgive you. Now… let go of me."
Taehyung released her hesitantly, his eyes never leaving hers.
Y/n moved to shut the door — but before she could, Taehyung swiftly blocked it with his foot, pushing it back open and stepping inside.
Y/n: "W-What the hell are you doing? Why did you come inside?!"
Taehyung: "Baby… you forgave me. So why are you pushing me away? Don’t you want me here too?" His voice was deep, but his eyes held something deeper — something she couldn’t read.
Back in Russia...
The atmosphere in the room had grown colder. The boss sat at his desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface. Mr. Lee stood before him, holding a file.
? : "Did you find the information on the girl?"
Mr. Lee: "Yes, boss. But… it’s incomplete. I found details about her — her daily routine, where she lives, what she’s studying — but nothing about her family. It’s like they don’t exist. All I know is she’s from India and came to South Korea for her studies."
The boss’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened.
? : "That’s impossible. Everyone has a past… everyone has a family. There’s something missing — something we’re not seeing."
He leaned forward, his voice low and deadly.
?: "Keep searching. I don’t care how long it takes or how deep you have to dig. Find me everything about her. I need to know who she really is... and why she’s so important."
Mr. Lee nodded sharply. "Yes, boss."
As he turned to leave, the boss stared out the window again, his expression unreadable.
?: "Y/n... who are you really?"