Return to Seoul: A Welcome You Didn’t Expect

You touched down with sun-kissed skin and a fake smile.

Yoongi had one arm around your waist, the other holding your bag.

But the crowd wasn’t cheering for you.

They were whispering about her.

Ji-ae.

The ex.

The trainee-turned-idol who used to be Yoongi’s everything.

Before you.

And now?

She was back. Smiling on magazine covers. Signing with his old label.

“It’s been years,” he told you that night. “She’s nothing to me.”

But your heart said otherwise.

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The Conversation You Weren’t Meant to Hear

It was late. You woke up alone.

You heard voices from the balcony.

Her voice.

“You were mine before she came along.”

“I can fix everything. We can go back.”

Silence.

Then Yoongi’s voice.

Low. Cold. Devastating.

“I died when you left.”

“But she brought me back. Don’t compare what we had to what I have now.”

You should’ve left quietly.

But your breath hitched.

And Yoongi turned.

Eyes soft.

“You heard all that?”

You nodded. “I heard enough.”

He crossed the room in three steps.

“Then believe me when I say—you’re the only one who gets to destroy me now.”

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Spicy Tension: The Claiming

You tried to walk away.

He pinned you to the door.

Not rough—desperate.

“You think I’d ever want someone else after tasting fire with you?”

Your breath caught.

“You think I’d let anyone else touch you after I’ve marked you?”

Your blouse slid off your shoulder.

“You want proof?” he rasped.

You nodded.

You didn’t leave that room till morning.

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The Next Day: Ji-ae’s Final Play

She held a press conference.

“Suga’s marriage is a scandal. A publicity stunt. He’s still in love with me.”

But you walked in before she could finish.

Camera lights snapped on.

You stood beside him, hand in his.

And Yoongi?

He leaned into the mic.

“The only thing I’m in love with—is the woman who didn’t need fame to own me.”

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Ending Scene: Enemies Watch

Backstage. Alone.

Yoongi tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I meant every word.”

You smiled. “I know.”

Far off, in a black car, a man watched the screen.

Not Ji-ae.

Aryan.

Not dead. Not defeated.

“Let them think they’ve won. I’m just getting started.”