That weekend, the Kim family hosted a gala — a public display of wealth, power, and influence. CEOs, senators, underworld figures in tuxedos — all gathered under one chandelier-filled roof.
Y/N wore a crimson gown, long-sleeved and understated. Her presence turned heads. She wasn't just their younger sister anymore — she was growing into something more. Dangerous, graceful, untouchable.
But Yoongi stayed near. Always watching.
While the others mingled, Y/N slipped away to the balcony. The city stretched below her, glittering and cold.
Stranger: "You don't belong in a place like this."
A voice — unfamiliar, smooth. A man in his mid-twenties, holding a champagne flute, leaned casually on the rail beside her.
Y/N (calm): "And you do?"
Stranger (smirking): "You're different from them. The fire in you... it's too bright to be locked behind these walls."
Before she could reply, Yoongi stepped between them.
Yoongi: "Back off."
The stranger chuckled and slipped away.
Y/N: "Who was he?"
Yoongi: "Trouble. His family used to work with the Baeks."
Her heart pounded.
Yoongi: "They're testing us. Seeing if they can reach you."
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
Y/N: "What do I do?"
Yoongi: "You rise. You shine so bright they can't touch you."