The streets outside were alive with the distant hum of traffic, the occasional blare of a horn cutting through the silence of her tiny apartment.

But inside, there was nothing but stillness.

A suffocating, endless silence.

She sat curled up on the cold floor, her back against the wall, phone clutched tightly in her trembling hands.

The screen glowed dimly, reflecting in her glassy eyes. Her father's voice crackled through the speaker, his laughter ringing out from an old video she had watched a hundred times before.

"Laughs I know I will get a beautiful daughter. I am feeling very proud to be the father of my daughter. She will make me proud... he kisses her on the forehead, his voice thick with emotion."

Her lips quivered.

A sob tore its way out of her throat, her entire body shaking with the force of her grief.

"I'm sorry, Dad... I couldn't make you proud. I'm a very bad daughter."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision as she curled in on herself, her hands gripping at her arms like she could hold herself together.

But she was falling apart.

Piece by piece.

The day after his funeral had been a blur.

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Ayelet finally spared him a glance. "No." And went back to drinking.

His smirk widened. "I like that attitude." He tilted his head. "But can you impress me?" His eyes darkened. "Let’s test that… in bed."

The silence was deafening.

Ayelet blinked. Then, she slowly set her glass down, tilting her head with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

She stood up. Stepped toward him.

And then—

BOOM.

A hard, bone-crushing punch landed straight on his smug face.

The man stumbled back, hitting the floor with a loud thud. A gasp spread through the hall, eyes locking on the scene, whispers running wild.

"You little—!" he growled, rage burning in his eyes.

But before he could even finish that sentence—

ANOTHER PUNCH.

This time, delivered by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence.

And just like that, he grabbed Ayelet’s hand, leading her through the stunned crowd, unfazed by the whispers trailing in their wake. They moved like a force, a statement—power in the shape of two people who refused to bow.

She could feel the weight of the man’s glare burning into her back, his humiliation like a seething wound. But Ayelet didn’t care.

Without turning around, she casually lifted her hand.

Middle finger up.

Jungkook saw it.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement as they stepped into the night.

But beyond the laughter, beyond the stolen victory of the moment, neither of them knew—

The storm brewing just beneath the surface.

And this? This was only the beginning.

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A/N:-

Ayelet just delivered a punch that shook the entire room, but did she realize the chain of events she might have set in motion? Because in a world like this, actions always have consequences. And some debts… can only be paid in blood.

This was just a taste of what’s to come.

Are you ready for the storm?

Let me know your thoughts, theories, and wildest guesses. Because nothing in this story is what it seems. 😏🔥