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As Y/N watched the two women disappear into the shadows, a strange unease still clung to her. Her body remained on edge, every muscle coiled as if anticipating another move. They weren't here just to scout or spy; their purpose was something else. She would need to figure it out, and fast, before they made their next move.

Before she could think further, another sound reached her-heavier footsteps, but still measured, deliberate. Y/N turned sharply, her instincts sharp as ever, preparing for another confrontation. The figures grew clearer, and soon, three familiar faces emerged from the dim light of the moon.

Lee Jong Suk was at the front, his sharp gaze scanning the area, as if searching for any sign of trouble. D.O. was close behind, his demeanor calm but intense, while Jimin brought up the rear, his usual smirk replaced by an air of quiet observation.

"Trouble again, Y/N?" Lee Jong Suk's voice was low, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Y/N crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "Depends on how you define trouble."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving over the marks left from her earlier encounter. "You've been busy," he said, nodding towards the disturbed dirt. "Care to fill us in?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking between the three men. "Two masked fighters. Skilled. From KM, I'd wager."

Lee Jong Suk's expression darkened, and he took a step closer. "KM? Again?" His voice was laced with frustration. "What are they after?"

Y/N shook her head slightly. "I don't know for sure. But they weren't here to fight. They were testing me-sizing me up. And they left a message: 'This is just the beginning.'" She paused, considering her next words. "It was like they were amused, like they were waiting to see how I'd react."

Jimin chuckled softly. "Sounds like you made quite an impression."

Y/N shot him a look, her lips pressing into a thin line. "They weren't here to play games, Jimin. They want something. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with just me."

Lee Jong Suk stepped closer, his voice serious. "Did they spot the camp? Did they see anyone else?"

"No," Y/N replied firmly. "I kept them away. But it wasn't random. KM doesn't move unless they have a reason."

D.O. nodded, his brow furrowing as he processed the information. "They're testing us for something bigger. Tomorrow's meeting-do you think they'll come prepared?"

Y/N's lips twisted into a small, knowing smile. "They'll be there. I have no doubt. But I've been preparing for this all evening. By the time we face them tomorrow, they'll know exactly who they're dealing with."

Jimin shifted his stance, his smirk returning, though it was tinged with curiosity. "So you're ready for this meeting, huh? You think they'll be surprised by your... behavior?"

Y/N glanced at him, her expression cool but determined. "They're expecting one thing. I'll give them something else."

Lee Jong Suk exchanged a look with D.O., his face grim. "Then we'll make sure tomorrow goes according to plan. No mistakes."

Y/N turned her attention back to the direction the two women had disappeared, the feeling of their presence still lingering in the back of her mind. She could sense their attention on her, but she wasn't going to let them get the upper hand.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer. "You sure you're alright? You've got blood on your lip."

Y/N instinctively wiped at her mouth, her fingers coming away with a faint smear of red. Her lip had been split during the confrontation, but she hadn't noticed the full extent of it until now. It stung, but it was nothing compared to the weight of the situation at hand. "It's nothing," she said, brushing it off quickly, though there was a slight wince as her fingers grazed the wound.

Lee Jong Suk's eyes softened just slightly as he examined her. "You should let someone take care of that. It's not just a scratch."

"I'm fine," Y/N replied, the hint of stubbornness in her voice. "I've had worse. And we've got bigger things to worry about than my busted lip."

D.O. spoke up then, his tone unexpectedly gentle. "It's not about the lip. It's about being ready for tomorrow. You've got a lot on your plate, Y/N. Don't let anything distract you now."

Jimin let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Looks like you've earned your stripes tonight. KM's not going to know what hit them tomorrow."

Y/N smirked, brushing past him. "They won't be expecting a thing."

As they began to head back to camp, Y/N's hand briefly touched her lip again, feeling the sting. But she was focused on what lay ahead, the upcoming meeting, and the preparation it required. No matter what had happened tonight, tomorrow would be a different game altogether-and she was ready for it.

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As morning light crept through the sky, Y/N sat on the lower branch of a tree in the school's backyard, eyes lazily tracing the first rays of the sun. The early morning calm wrapped around her like a second skin. No tension, no worries-just the peaceful serenity that came with the quiet moments before everyone else awoke. It was a routine she had kept since the outbreak-a small escape from the chaos that always followed.

It was her usual routine-away from the noise, just the quiet hum of the world waking up around her. She finished her brief meditation, feeling the cool breeze against her skin before she prepared to head down.

In the distance, she could see the others slowly making their way to the backyard where breakfast would be served. The scent of food carried through the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of the surrounding woods.

One by one, the others began to trickle into the backyard. RM, Suga, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, Jiwoo, Taehyung, Hobi, Sehun, Lee Jong Suk, Minho, Haru, and IU-all of them gathered around the breakfast table, each casting amused glances at Y/N. She was still perched high in the tree, her posture relaxed, like there was nothing to worry about in the world.

"Well, look at that," RM commented with a small chuckle, arms crossed as he watched her. "Someone seems way too comfortable for someone who's got a big meeting today."

Suga raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "No worries, huh? Guess you're not bothered by the fact that KM could be planning something huge, Y/N."

Jimin smirked, leaning on the table. "Yeah, you always seem so carefree. Must be nice to have no tension in your life."

Y/N rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide her smile. "I'm just getting my zen in before the chaos begins, guys. You should try it sometime."

Jin laughed. "Zen, huh? Looks more like you're avoiding everyone."

"I'll come down when breakfast is ready. No rush," she called down, casually dangling her legs over the side of the branch.

Meanwhile, Sehun and Taehyung exchanged knowing glances. "She's probably ignoring the fact that she got her lip busted last night," Sehun teased, his voice lighthearted. "How'd that happen, Y/N?"

Y/N shot him a look but didn't give a direct answer. Instead, she smirked, "You'll find out when I decide to show up for breakfast, Sehun."

As the others gathered around the table, Y/N remained seated on the lower branch of the tree, her gaze fixed on the rising sun. It was as if the world had no weight on her shoulders, a calmness in stark contrast to the usual morning hustle.

Lee Jong Suk, noticing Haru approaching, bent down and scooped the little girl into his arms. He walked over to Y/N, a smirk playing on his face. "Here, looks like she's taken a liking to you," he said, passing Haru into Y/N's arms with a playful wink.

Y/N, a little surprised but smiling, took Haru gently into her lap, settling her comfortably. Haru snuggled against her, her tiny hands clutching at Y/N's shirt.

"Did you miss me already?" Y/N teased softly, giving the little girl a playful ruffle of her hair. The others chuckled at the sight, amused by the little girl's obvious attachment to Y/N.

"Looks like Haru's more ready for breakfast than you," IU chimed in, giving Y/N an exaggerated look of mock disapproval. "We all know you're just stalling, Y/N."

Y/N's lips curled into a grin. "Maybe I'm just enjoying the peace before the storm hits."

Lee Jong Suk, always the observant one, didn't say much but gave Y/N a long look, knowing exactly what was on her mind. He didn't press her, knowing she had a way of handling things on her own.

With a stretch, Y/N finally hopped down from the branch, landing lightly on her feet."Alright, alright, I'm coming. You all really want me to join you at the table?"

Jimin chuckled. "Finally! We thought you might stay up there all day."

She rolled her eyes at the playful banter. "Can't say I'm impressed by your constant nagging."

As they all sat down together, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of the coming day, but for now, she let herself enjoy the quiet moment with her group, knowing that no matter what happened, they would face it together.

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As the KM group neared, Y/N, Minho, Lee Jong Suk, Sehun, RM, Suga, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, Hobi, and Taehyung stood at the entrance, forming a solid line. Y/N and Lee Jong Suk were at the forefront, Y/N leaning against the side wall, arms crossed and her signature smirk in place. Her eyes were sharp, focused on the incoming figures, while her stance remained nonchalant-though anyone paying close attention would know she was ready for anything.

Behind them, the rest of the group-RM, Suga, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, Hobi, Taehyung, Minho, and Sehun-stood quietly, curiosity mixed with caution. Their expressions were serious, the weight of the situation settling in, but they knew one thing: Y/N was in control.

The others, who weren't in the immediate front, were out performing their respective duties-scouts, lookouts, and on high alert for any signs that something might go wrong. But Y/N, Minho, Lee Jong Suk, Sehun, RM, Suga, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, Hobi, and Taehyung? They were firmly planted at the entrance, ready for the confrontation ahead.

As the KM group finally came into view, five girls, three boys, and their leader at the center, the atmosphere grew charged. The leader, a man who appeared youthful despite being in his forties, led the way, his face obscured, followed closely by the others. Each rider was synchronized in their movement, a clear show of experience and authority.

BTS exchanged knowing glances, a sense of recognition stirring among them, though they kept their silence. Their eyes remained on Y/N, who had yet to move, her focus entirely on the leader of the KM group. Her smirk never faltered, and there was an air of certainty around her that left the others wondering what she was planning. Whatever was coming, they knew it was going to be significant.

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As the members of KM came to a halt and dismounted, Y/N stepped forward, her cold eyes no longer betraying any trace of her earlier smirk. The air was thick with tension as her gaze locked onto their leader. For a moment, silence reigned between them, both sizing each other up.

In a playful yet mocking tone, Y/N spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's with the act? Are you really that ugly to hide your face? I don't think that's necessary."

The rival group faltered for a second, clearly caught off guard by her words. They exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to react. But their leader raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. His team stayed quiet, seemingly shocked by Y/N's boldness. But those who knew her, like Minho, Lee JongSuk, and the others, just stood by in silence. They weren't surprised. It was Y/N after all, and she always had something up her sleeve.

Y/N, sensing the moment of hesitation, pushed further. "Still not going to take off those masks? What's the point of the mystery?" She gave a slight smirk before adding, her voice turning sharper, "Park Hyungsik."

Hyung Sik couldn't contain his laughter, his amusement echoing in the tense air. He clapped his hands slowly, clearly impressed by Y/N's boldness. The sound of his laughter was enough to make the whole group pause, and then, with a dramatic flourish, he pulled off his mask. His face was revealed, but it wasn't the unrecognizable man they had expected. It was him-Park Hyungsik.

The rival group members were in complete shock, their eyes wide and their mouths agape. They hadn't expected anyone to recognize their leader, let alone someone as confident and audacious as Y/N. Their confusion deepened as they witnessed the unexpected turn of events.

They exchanged glances, unsure of what they were seeing. Was this some sort of inside joke? Or did they both know each other? They hadn't prepared for this.

As Hyungsik continued to laugh, he took a few steps forward and, to everyone's surprise, he pulled Y/N into a brief hug. Y/N's posture stiffened for a split second, but she didn't show any outward sign of surprise or discomfort. Her arms remained crossed, her cold demeanor unshaken. Her eyes, however, never left Hyungsik, silently assessing his every move.

The members of Y/N's group were equally taken aback by the hug. They exchanged confused looks, unable to make sense of the situation. Was this really happening? Why were they acting so familiar with each other? The questions swirled in the air, but no one dared voice them just yet.

As Hyungsik pulled away from the hug, Y/N raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and unbothered. "I don't think we were that close for you to hug me," she said, her voice laced with amusement yet tinged with suspicion.

Hyungsik grinned, his eyes sparkling with both amusement and a hint of respect. "So, you knew all the time that it was me," he said, his voice taking on a slightly more serious tone. "You remembered me earlier, but didn't show it, making me think I was the only one who remembered you." His smile widened, but there was a subtle edge to his words. "And now, I find out I'm the only one who's the leader of this rival gang of yours too. You always stay one step ahead, don't you?"

Y/N's gaze remained unwavering, her arms still crossed over her chest, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. She remained silent, letting Hyungsik continue.

He shook his head with a small chuckle, his tone shifting to something more genuine. "I have to admit, this was unexpected. But you-" he paused, giving her a nod of respect. "You're unbelievable. Never lose the chance to impress. You've certainly made my respect for you grow even more, Y/N."

The atmosphere around them was heavy with unspoken tension, but Hyungsik's words, though surprising, carried a sense of admiration. The members of both groups stood still, watching the exchange, unsure of what to make of it. They could sense the complicated history between the two, but no one dared break the silence just yet.

Hyungsik turned to his group, his expression amused as he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Take off your masks," he commanded. The members complied, removing their masks, revealing their faces. The moment the masks were off, Y/N's eyes immediately landed on the two girls from earlier-both had visible injuries. One had a gauze wrapped around her hand, while the other's lip was visibly busted, with scratches trailing down her face. It was impossible to ignore the signs of the fight.

Hyungsik, noticing where her attention lay, let out a deep, knowing laugh. He shook his head in amusement. "Ah, yes. Those two," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "They're the ones you fought last night, aren't they?" He paused, his smirk widening as he continued, "I should've known. You only ever get that... creativity with them."

The two girls smiled, their expressions filled with a mix of pride and subtle admiration, clearly not bothered by the visible marks of their confrontation.

Hyungsik, still laughing, glanced back at Y/N with a raised brow. "You toasted them, huh?" he teased. "But I have to admit, I'm taken aback by your busted lip. They're the ones who did that to you?" He smirked, a hint of curiosity and amusement in his voice. "I remember you were fine when we met yesterday... last night."

A heavy silence fell over Y/N's group. The mention of "yesterday night" sent a ripple of shock through them. They had been completely unaware of Y/N's encounter with Hyungsik's group the previous night. The implications of this sudden revelation weighed heavily on them, and they exchanged confused, wary glances. The fact that Y/N had been involved in something so significant without them knowing was unsettling, especially considering the tension that still lingered between the two groups.

Y/N, however, remained calm and composed, her gaze sharp as ever. She didn't let the sudden shift in atmosphere rattle her, but there was no denying the subtle flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She was well aware of the effect her past actions had on her group, and the questions that would surely follow.

Hyungsik chuckled again, his amusement never fading. "Well, I was the one who sent them," he said, gesturing toward the two girls with a wave of his hand. "While I was talking to you, they snuck in behind. But I didn't think you'd catch them and end up doing this to them."

Y/N's group exchanged knowing looks. RM, Suga, Hobi, Jin, Jungkook, Sehun, Taehyung, Jimin, Minho, and Lee JongSuk, all of them either smirking, smiling, or shaking their heads with a shared understanding. They weren't shocked-it was Y/N, after all. Her behavior was as unpredictable as it was calculated, and they had learned long ago to expect nothing less.

The rival group, however, stood still, their eyes flickering between Y/N and Hyungsik with a mix of respect and admiration. They had no doubt that their leader had been outwitted once again by Y/N's cunning.

Y/N, still with her arms folded, finally broke the silence. Her gaze never wavered from Hyungsik as she made eye contact. "Well, Hyungsik," she began, her voice calm but firm, "if the introductions are over, shall we get to the point of why we're here?"

Hyungsik's smirk grew wider, clearly impressed by her directness. He nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning the members of his group as he turned to them. With a sly smile, he motioned for them to follow suit, signaling that the time for games was over.

Y/N didn't move an inch. She stood there, her posture unwavering, her eyes locked with Hyungsik's. Her smirk remained, though her gaze was sharp and assessing. The tension between them thickened, as the rest of the group watched in silence, sensing that something more was unfolding.

Hyungsik tilted his head slightly, studying her. His eyebrow quirked, but Y/N's smirk only deepened as she mirrored his movement, a silent challenge in her eyes. "Don't play smart, Hyungsik," she said, her voice low but laced with amusement. "Where are the others? The girl and the two boys, to be exact."

Hyungsik's smirk faltered for a brief second as Y/N's sharpness cut through the air, but he quickly regained his composure. Though he had anticipated some clever move on her part, the extent to which she had already pieced everything together still managed to surprise him. He wasn't exactly shocked, though-it had become clear over time that Y/N was always a step ahead.

"Are you still testing me, Hyungsik?" Y/N asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and challenge, her arms still crossed over her chest.

Hyungsik couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Guess you've got me figured out, Y/N," he said, then