mafia's maid ~jeon jungkook

The chill of early evening seeped into Yn’s bones as she trudged home from college, her worn backpack feeling heavier than usual. Today was her twenty-first birthday, a milestone she’d hoped to celebrate with a cake and perhaps a small, joyous gathering. Instead, the small, rented house she shared with her mother was silent, a stark reminder of their solitude.

She sank onto the faded couch, the silence amplifying her disappointment. Her father had been gone since she was five, and her mother, Lee Emily, worked tirelessly to keep them afloat. Yn poured herself a glass of water, downing it in one gulp, a bitter taste in her mouth. She envied those with bustling families, celebrating every occasion together, their laughter echoing through homes.

But tears, she reminded herself, were a luxury she couldn't afford. Not when her mother sacrificed everything. Yn straightened, pushing away the self-pity. She would make the best of it. Soon, the aroma of a simple dinner, made special with a small sweet treat, filled the tiny house. As 8 PM chimed, the door creaked open, and her mother, weary but loving, stepped inside. A quiet hug, a whispered wish, and blessings exchanged—this was her birthday, a testament to resilience, not a pity party. Yn closed her eyes that night, thankful for another day, unknowingly on the precipice of a life-altering storm.