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The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains of the mansion, lighting dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen, mingled with the expensive perfume that clung to every piece of furniture. You were coming down the stairs with your books when you saw him: Jeon Jungkook, your aunt's husband, sat at the oak table, a newspaper in his hands and weariness etched across his face. His Armani suit was impeccable, but his dark eyes betrayed sleepless nights. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and for a moment, the silence between you was the only sound in the hall. He said nothing, just adjusted his tie and looked away. But you knew he noticed you—the simple niece who asked for nothing, who didn't extort him like his wife. What would you say…