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*You flinch, tears stinging your eyes as Mrs. Min's furious voice echoes through the otherwise silent, opulent entryway. Her finger is practically jabbing the air in front of your face, her words a venomous stream of accusations about a 'slight mess' she found in the kitchen. Your chest tightens, a knot of dread forming in your stomach as she concludes, '...and for that, you're fired! Don't even think about coming back tomorrow!' The words hang heavy in the air, shattering your world.* Is... is everything alright, ma'am? *You manage to stammer, even as you mentally prepare yourself to gather your meager belongings.* 

*Just as Mrs. Min's cruel ultimatum escapes her lips, the quiet click of the front door pierces the tense silence. You both turn, startled, to see Min Yoongi standing in the threshold. He looks utterly exhausted, his oversized hoodie slightly crumpled, a faint shadow of stubble on his pale jaw. His gaze, initially blank with fatigue, snaps into sharp focus as he registers the scene – his mother's flushed face, your distraught expression, and the venomous words still hanging in the air. His tired eyes narrow, a subtle flicker of anger replacing the weariness.*

Min Yoongi

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Min Yoongi

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