Night fell like a velvet shroud over the mansion. Somewhere, faintly, thunder rumbled—too distant to be a threat, too close to be ignored.

Yn sat alone in her room, hair wet from a cold shower, her body sore from the brutal training. The bandages on her knuckles were fresh. But inside…

Inside, everything still bled.

A knock.

She frowned.

Not Jungkook’s men. They never knocked—they summoned. Ordered.

She opened the door a sliver.

And there she was.

Annie.

Barefoot. Holding something in her tiny hands—

A folded piece of paper. A drawing. Childlike. Pure.

“Hi, Ynnie,” Annie whispered, almost shy.

“I made you something.”

Yn froze.

“Why?” she asked, voice unusually hoarse.

Annie tilted her head. “Because no one ever makes anything for you. Right?”

Yn didn’t answer.

Annie stepped inside, tugging on her hand gently.

“Can I sit with you?”

Without knowing why, Yn nodded.

They sat cross-legged on the floor. The light from the moon painted Annie’s soft curls in silver. She placed the drawing in Yn’s lap.

It was crude, clumsy… yet heartbreakingly clear.

Three people.

One tall, with long black hair. One small, smiling.

And between them… a girl with a bandaged hand and cold eyes.

Labeled in childish handwriting:

"Me, Kookie, and Ynnie."

Yn stared at it. Her throat tightened.

Her jaw clenched to trap the sudden burn in her chest.

“Do you like it?” Annie asked, wide-eyed.

“It’s… It’s fine,” Yn said quickly, folding it without looking at her.

But Annie didn’t move. She just whispered:

“You don’t smile much. kookie used to say sad people forget how to smile. Were you sad a lot?”

The words hit her like a blade.

Something cracked.

FLASHBACK

“Mama, look!”

Tiny Yn, not even five, held up a flower crown she made from wild daisies. Her mother laughed, kneeling in the soft grass, tucking it gently into Yn’s hair.

“Beautiful,” her mother whispered.

“You look like the queen of my whole world.”

“I want to live here forever!” little Yn giggled.

“You will, my baby. Wherever you go, take this place with you. In here.”

Her mother touched her chest.

“Because this,” she smiled, “this is where your real home is.”

The image burned—bright, warm, and gone.

Back in the present, Yn closed her eyes.

A tear escaped before she could stop it.

“Ynnie… are you crying?” Annie whispered.

“No,” she said too quickly.

“Go back to your room, Annie. It’s late.”

Annie didn’t argue. She reached out and gently placed a kiss on Yn’s knuckles.

“I hope whoever hurt you… gets scared of how strong you are now.”

And then she walked away, her tiny steps echoing louder than gunshots.

Yn stared at the door long after it closed, hand trembling over her heart.

For the first time in years…

She didn't feel completely alone.

As Annie tiptoes away from Yn’s room, Jungkook stands in the hallway's shadow.

Unmoving. Arms crossed. Eyes narrowed.

He didn’t plan to be there. Not exactly.

He was walking past. Or maybe checking on something. Maybe.

But now he just stands… and stares at Yn’s closed door.

His ears echo with Annie’s words:

“I hope whoever hurt you… gets scared of how strong you are now.”

He had never seen Yn cry.

Never seen her freeze in front of a man’s gun.

Never flinch in a room full of killers.

But tonight… a child's kindness broke her.

And that made her more dangerous than any blade he'd ever held.

His jaw tensed.

"What the hell are you really made of, Yn?"

He turned, his footsteps silent, disappearing into the dark halls of the house that devoured people alive.

That night, Yn sleeps.

Her body still, her face unreadable.

But in her mind, chaos.

She’s back in the daisy field. The air is warm. The sky is red.

Too red.

Her mother stands in front of her, just like before.

But her eyes are darker now—sad. Frightened.

“You’re going too far, YN…” her voice echoes, warped like wind.

“Don’t become what he is. Don’t let your fire become ash.”

Yn reaches out—desperate to touch her, to hold her again.

“I have to,” she whispers.

“I need to finish it.”

Her mother’s hands tremble as she cups her cheeks.

“Even revenge has a price.”

Then… blood.

Her mother begins to bleed from her mouth.

The field blackens.

And Yn is alone again.

She wakes with a jolt.

Sweat dripping. Hands clenched.

But her heart?

Wavering.

For the first time, she wonders…

“If I burn everything to reach him—will I even recognize what’s left of me?”

The next morning, the mood in the training hall is different.

Jungkook is already there.

Dark suit. Coffee untouched.

The other BTS members stand around, tension laced through them like razor wire.

“We found something,” Namjoon says, sliding a folder across the table toward Jungkook.

Taehyung adds, “It’s not just one man. The Wolf Syndicate… they’ve spread deeper than we thought.”

Jungkook flips the file open. His eyes pause.

Then he looks up, right at Yn—who’s just entered.

“Put your gloves on,” he says coldly.

“We’re not just training anymore. We’re preparing for war.”

It’s past midnight. The compound is still, eerily so. No guards talking. No hum of power. Just silence and moonlight cutting across the stone floor like a blade.

Yn moves through the hallway like a ghost—returning from her shower, hair damp, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, footsteps light.

Then—

A shadow detaches from the wall.

“Still can’t sleep?”

Jungkook.

His voice low, unreadable. He’s leaning against the corridor wall, arms folded, tattooed fingers clenching his bicep.

She doesn’t flinch.

“Maybe I don’t like what I see when I close my eyes,” she mutters, walking past him.

But he grabs her wrist—firm, not rough.

“Then maybe you need something that makes your eyes open wider instead.”

She raises an eyebrow looking at his hand. "Didn't I warned you to not do touch me?"

He grinned "I don't listen to others especially when someone gives me order. "

He stares at her a moment, and something unreadable passes through his gaze.

Then he let go.

“Come with me.” his voice become serious.

The Basement Room

They descend down iron stairs to a level beneath even the training floor.

A room—bare concrete, one single light, and two chairs.

In one chair, a man is tied. Bruised. Bleeding from the lip. Breathing hard.

Yn’s expression doesn’t change. But her pulse skips.

“He was caught sneaking information from our network. Working for the Wolf Syndicate,” Jungkook says, voice detached.

“He’s not high rank. Just a rat. But… this is where I test people I don't trust yet.”

He turns to her.

“Here’s your choice: you kill him… or you let him go.”

She blinks slowly.

“Is this a trick?”

“No. Just a truth. Your truth.”

She looks at the man. He's young. Maybe not much older than her. Terrified.

He sobs out, “P-please—! I didn’t mean to, I was forced—my sister—”

Jungkook silences him with a single look.

“You want revenge, Yn?” he says, stepping close behind her, voice brushing her ear like a knife’s edge.

“Revenge means choices. Hard ones. It means crossing lines that turn you into someone your mother wouldn’t recognize.”

“So what’s it going to be?”

She picks up the gun from the table beside her.

Silence hangs like smoke.

Then—

She looks up at him, eyes dark but alive.

“You want my truth?” she whispers.

“Then listen carefully… I won’t waste a bullet on someone who doesn’t even matter.”

She sets the gun down.

“I’ll kill the one who does. Not his pawns.”

Jungkook just… watches her.

The man sobs in relief. Yn doesn’t even look at him.

“You think I’m weak now?” she asks coldly.

Jungkook steps forward slowly.

“No,” he says. “I think you’re dangerous in a way that doesn’t need blood to prove itself.”

He walks past her toward the door.

But then—

“You dream about your mother often?”

Yn stiffens.

“You were outside,” she realizes.

He doesn’t deny it.

“Annie said something to you. And you stuttered.”

“You’ve never stuttered. Not even in front of a blade.”

She says nothing.

Then quietly:

“She has my mother’s eyes.”

He pauses.

“That scares you?”

She shakes her head.

“It reminds me there’s still a part of me I buried with her. And I don’t know if digging it back up will save me… or kill me faster.”

He opens the door.

“You passed my test. But the real ones haven’t even begun yet.”

“Then let them come,” she replies, voice like frost.

“I’ve already died once. Now I’m just walking toward the one who killed me.”

Jungkook’s Flashback – The Night Annie Changed Everything

The world wasn’t always cold to him.

He became the cold.

But even ice remembers what it was like to be water.

Location: Port City, Six Years Ago – Black Market Warehouse

Gunfire echoes through the warehouse.

Screams. Men dropping like flies. Blood smearing across crates marked with foreign alphabets.

Jeon Jungkook moves like a shadow in a storm—black gloves, dagger in hand, merciless eyes. He doesn’t speak. He eliminates.

This was supposed to be a simple raid on a rival trafficking ring linked to the Wolf Syndicate.

But what he found…

Wasn't just stolen drugs. It was stolen lives.

Deeper Inside the Warehouse

He kicks open a steel door. The stench hits him—metal, sweat, urine.

Inside, cages.

Girls. Young. Shaking. Mute with terror. Most couldn’t even look at him.

But then—

A small voice pierces the silence. “Don’t hurt them…”

He turns.

She’s no older than five. Thin. Dirty. Hair in tangles. But those eyes—so large, so full of stubborn fire.

“Are you the devil?” she asks.

He crouches slowly, bloody dagger still in hand.

“No. But I kill them for you. Is that okay?”

She stares, as if studying his soul.

Then nods.

Later, After the Chaos

Jungkook stands in front of the police officials. He’s done his part. Bodies everywhere. Girls freed.

But something about the little one—she won’t stop holding his hand.

When an officer tries to take her, she screams and claws like an animal.

“She’s not letting go,” the officer says, annoyed. “She’s too attached.”

Jungkook’s cold voice cuts in.

“I’ll take her.”

Everyone looks at him like he’s lost his mind.

But he doesn’t blink.

“You?” Namjoon had asked later, back at the compound. “You’ve slit throats in front of children, Jungkook. What the hell are you going to do with one?”

“I don’t know,” he’d admitted.

“But she saw monsters. And didn’t cry. Just like I didn’t… when I was her age.”

Weeks Later – BTS Compound

Jungkook takes her to every government registry. Posts online. Hires private investigators.

But nothing.

No missing child matches her face. No parents. No records. It’s like she never existed.

One night, she climbs onto his bed, crawls to his chest, and whispers—

“Can I stay? I’ll be quiet. I won’t cry. Just… don’t let them put me back in the cage.”

And something broke in him.

Not like rage. Not like fire.

But a kind of ache.

A part of him remembered what it felt like to be forgotten.

Unwanted. Alone.

He holds her.

“No cage, Annie. Ever again.”

Present Day – Back in His Office

He stands at the window now, looking down at the training yard, where Yn trains like a weapon.

Namjoon steps in.

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

“The way Yn looked at Annie. That crack in her.”

“She’s dangerous,” Jungkook says finally.

“So were you,” Namjoon replies. “Until Annie.”

Silence.

Jungkook murmurs,

“What do you do… when you see your own ghost walk into your house wearing someone else’s face?”

Namjoon looks at him.

“You decide whether to burn it... or set it free.”

Courtyard – Late Afternoon, Post-Training

The sky is bruised with shades of crimson and steel.

The compound feels quieter than usual.

Yn wipes the sweat from her brow after a brutal round of blade training. Her knuckles are bruised. Her ribs ache. But her mind—sharp, restless—is not ready to sleep.

She steps into the courtyard for air.

That’s when she hears it—

“Ynnie…”

A soft, hesitant voice.

She turns, and there she is—Annie, with her little fists holding the hem of her sweater, big eyes wide.

“Your hand is bleeding again.”

Yn blinks, instinctively hiding it behind her.

“It’s nothing.”

“But it hurts.”

Yn flinches. Not at the pain. At the genuine concern in that tiny voice. She didn’t know it still existed.

Annie steps closer.

“Do you want me to tell Kookie to make it better?”

“No,” Yn says too quickly.

Then, softer—

“You shouldn't worry about me, Annie.”

“But I do.”

Yn kneels slowly in front of her, hesitating like she's approaching a ghost. Or a memory.

“Why?”

“Because you look like me when I have bad dreams.”

Yn stares.

What do you mean?”

“When I used to scream in the cage. And no one came.”

Silence.

“You don’t scream,” Annie whispers, touching her cheek gently.

“But I think you hurt louder than I did.”

Up Above – Jungkook Watches

He’s on the rooftop. Hidden in the shadows.

His arms are crossed, expression unreadable—but his jaw is tight.

Two girls, from two nightmares, now crossing paths in his world.

What the hell are you doing, Jeon Jungkook?

He told himself he brought Yn in for revenge. For strategy. For blood.

But something in her eyes—that deep, endless grief that mirrors his own from years ago—is getting harder to ignore.

Annie shouldn’t connect with her. But she does.

And Yn, who shoved a blade to his throat on day one, is letting that child touch her without flinching.

A rare storm stirs in him: uncertainty.

Back in the Courtyard

Yn lowers her gaze, her voice almost a whisper.

“I had dreams too. Where I screamed. And no one came.”

Annie steps closer and simply hugs her.

Not out of pity. But something stranger.

A kind of recognition.

“Then I’ll come next time,” Annie says, muffled against her chest.

“So you don’t scream alone.”

And for the first time in years—

Yn hugs someone back.

Jungkook exhales.

And something in him breaks a little more.

Not in weakness.

But in something more dangerous:

Care.

“They’re the same,” he murmurs under his breath.

“And that should terrify me.”

To be continued....One day she'll melt or stay cold forever.