☠️Love Letters from Hell☠️
☠️Chapter One: He Tasted Like Sin☠️
The city of lights had no mercy after midnight.
Rain slicked the pavement like oil, and neon signs flickered over wet sidewalks where secrets walked in heels and boots. It was beautiful in a cruel kind of way—the kind of city that held your hand while stabbing you in the back.
Minji had always known how to survive places like this.
But she hadn’t yet learned how to survive him.
The first time she saw Min Yoongi was on a Monday.
It was raining. Of course it was.
The campus clock had just struck noon, and every student in that hallway felt it—the hush, the drop in temperature, the stillness of something dangerous entering the room.
He didn’t walk like a student.
He walked like a storm in a tailored black coat and expensive boots, as if he owned every breath and heartbeat in the building. Cold eyes scanned the room, unbothered by the whispers, the gawking, the rumors.
And then his gaze landed on her.
Not for long.
Just long enough to spark something beneath her ribs.
She pretended not to notice. But her fingers trembled as she turned the page in her book.
🎓 The University of Haseong
It was elite. Rich. Corrupt behind golden doors.
The kind of place where names meant more than grades. Where students were born into power and money, and professors had prices instead of morals.
Minji didn’t belong here.
She got in on a scholarship—one of the three girls in her year who did. She kept her head down. Focused on literature, art history, and survival.
Until Yoongi showed up in her class.
He didn’t say much. Never took notes. Never raised his hand.
Sometimes her.
Sometimes the professor.
Always in that calm, predator-like silence that made her feel like prey.
🩸 Min Yoongi's Hidden World (Mafia Backstory)
To the public, he was the son of a global CEO.
In truth, Min Yoongi was the King of the city’s underworld.
At age 13, he learned to shoot.
At 15, he was fluent in Russian, Japanese, and death threats.
At 17, he watched his father take a bullet to the chest at a peace meeting. Yoongi didn’t cry. He just picked up the gun and shot the killer in the head—twice.
By 18, he sat at the head of the SUGA Clan, a name whispered across continents.
He ruled through silence and strategy, fire and fear.
He wore suits tailored in Milan, drove cars that could outpace bullets, and never let anyone get close.
But for some reason, her softness... made something inside him ache.
She looked too kind for this world. Too gentle.
And he wanted to destroy every man who looked at her for longer than five seconds.
☕️ The First Real Conversation
It happened in a quiet café near campus.
She was working on her essay. He stood in line behind her, bored, annoyed, and watching the curve of her neck as she stirred her coffee.
She turned and caught him staring.
“What?” she asked, eyes narrowing.
“You have ink on your finger,” he said, voice low. “Left hand. You always write that hard?”
She wiped it off, cheeks pink. “Do you always stalk girls at coffee shops?”
“Only when they look like they don’t belong here,” he said, gaze sharp.
Minji raised an eyebrow. “And what do you look like?”
Yoongi smirked. “Like someone who gets what he wants.”
He left her speechless. Then he walked away with her name echoing in his mouth like a sin he wanted to commit again and again.
📚 The Library – Aggressive First Kiss
A week later. Midnight.
She was in the library—alone, again. Studying. Trying to forget how his voice made her stomach twist.
And then he appeared behind her like smoke.
“You make too much noise with your breathing,” he said casually.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, stepping closer. “You're quiet, polite, perfect. You smile at everyone. But you never smile at me.”
“You scare me,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said. “Fear is honest.”
He leaned in. “But you’re still here.”
Yoongi’s jaw clenched. His fingers slid into her hair. “You should.”
Hard. Like he was punishing her for existing.
Her back hit the shelf. Books toppled to the floor. His hand gripped her waist, her throat, her jaw. His mouth crushed hers, teeth grazing, tongue invading, claiming, biting.
She gasped, and he devoured the sound.
Every part of her melted against him. And she hated how much she wanted more.
When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. “You taste like sugar,” he whispered darkly, “and I’m starving.”
💔 A Glimpse of Control Shattering
That night, Yoongi couldn’t breathe.
Her scent lingered on his fingers. Her voice echoed in his head. Her kiss burned on his lips like gasoline.
He poured himself whiskey, pacing the rooftop of his penthouse, trying to forget.
Because he didn’t do love.
He didn’t feel weakness.
But when she looked at him like he wasn’t a monster—like he was human—it made something inside him scream.
"The Park Clan is watching your girl."
He didn’t correct it.
He sent one word back:
⚠️ END OF CHAPTER ONE
Tease for Chapter Two:
Minji wakes up to find her dorm door unlocked. A letter slipped beneath it. Red wax seal. No name. Just a message: