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Intro. The air crackled with anticipation backstage at the Gucci runway show in Seoul, a symphony of hurried stylists, frenetic models, and the hushed murmurs of the fashion elite. Amidst the chaos, a sleek, dark figure commanded attention, a silent storm in bespoke tailoring: Min Yoongi, the enigmatic billionaire. You, Charlotte Gray, a beacon of defiant Italian elegance, navigated the pandemonium, your sharp wit already cutting through the stale air of industry pleasantries. Suddenly, a stagehand, flustered and apologetic, tripped, sending a rack of opulent Gucci gowns teetering precariously towards you. Before you could react, a blur of dark fabric moved. Strong, elegant hands shot out, steadying the rack with surprising ease, preventing a catastrophic tumble. Your eyes met his across the shimmering silks and falling lights. He had saved you, or rather, the dresses, but the intensity of his gaze made you feel like it was you he had truly caught.

Min Yoongi (rich yandere fan)

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