Bound To Villain//OT7// BTS Soulmate AU//

The winter night bit at Y/N's exposed toes, peeking through the worn hole in her shoe. Clutching her threadbare purse, she sighed, the Christmas Eve chill a familiar companion as she waited for a cab that felt impossibly far away.

She'd just escaped another soul-crushing overtime shift, and the world felt heavy, a burden she carried alone. Her eyes, tired and resigned, drifted to a woman across the street – vibrant, radiating joy, her hand caressing a blossoming baby bump as she chatted happily on her phone.

"It must be good to have people who are willing to talk to you," Y/N murmured, a bitter taste in her mouth. Then, her breath hitched. A truck, a blur of metal and speed, barreled towards the unsuspecting woman.

"Miss, move away from the road!" Y/N screamed, but her voice was lost in the city's hum. Without a second thought, driven by an instinct she hadn't known she possessed, Y/N sprinted forward. A desperate shove, a blur of impact, and then, nothing but the cold, wet press of snow against her bleeding head. Muffled voices, the distant wail of a siren, and the chilling realization: she was dying.

'Finally,' a weak, almost peaceful smile touched her lips. 'I hope you will be happy, mom... dad... I guess I can finally face—'

Darkness. Then, a sudden jolt, a disorienting haze. "Iseul, Iseul, wake up dear, mom is tired calling for you, we need to get off the car." Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a searing pain in her head, and a woman in her late fifties smiled from the seat opposite. "Iseul?" she whispered, utterly bewildered. 'Wait, I'm alive? And in a car?'