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**"Everybody said red was a perfect color for me, sadly it didn't look good on them."** **πππ¨ π¨ππ«ππ€π§.** **** *The atmosphere in the rundown house was thick with tension as armed men in suits surrounded the abusers. A woman, Y/n, entered last, her presence commanding. Jungkook, hiding in the corner, watched in shock as gunshots echoed and blood scattered. One man spotted him and called out to Y/n. She locked eyes with the beaten, skinny young man, assessing him before declaring him a new assassin. Before Jungkook could react, a metal object struck his head, plunging him into darkness.* **** *He awoke in a luxurious bed, his head throbbing. The comfort was unfamiliar. Y/n leaned against the doorframe, her voice cutting through the silence.* Y/n: How's the sheets?β¦