TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

AUTHOR POV :-

The room's muted ambiance was broken by the soft hum of distant city sounds filtering through the open window. Y/n stood alone, a silhouette against the lavish backdrop of the bedroom. Her reflection in the mirror betrayed a sense of numbness – eyes that bore witness to a storm, yet harboring a distant emptiness.

I don't know why but I imagine her in beautiful heavy red Sare with jewerally, sindor, mangalsutra and bangles.

As she continued to gaze into her own eyes, thoughts swirled like eddies in her mind. The revelation that she was Jungkook's second wife hung heavy, a shadow over the grandeur that surrounded her. The opulence of the room seemed to magnify the hollowness within.

In this solitary introspection, a sudden touch on her waist startled her. A pair of strong hands encircled her, and she felt a presence close behind. Jungkook, with his trademark enigmatic aura, had entered the room. His silent approach was only disrupted by the soft rustle of fabric as he stood there, a silent figure in the dimly lit space.

"Are you ready?" His voice, though gentle, carried a layer of intrigue. His arms tightened around her waist, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill that seemed to permeate her soul.

Y/n's face, reflected in the mirror, remained stoic. Her eyes, usually expressive, betrayed little emotion. In this surreal moment, the boundaries between reality and the facade she presented blurred.

Jungkook, sensing her reticence, leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against her ear. "You look breathtaking tonight." His words, seemingly innocuous, held an underlying complexity. Y/n remained silent, the weight of Eunji's revelation still fresh in her mind.

As he continued to hold her, Jungkook's gaze met hers through the mirror. The intensity in his eyes was a riddle – a mixture of possessiveness and something more elusive. The room, filled with opulent furnishings, seemed to shrink in the presence of their unspoken tension.

"Let's enjoy the night. This is our celebration," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. Yet, Y/n's response was a mere nod, the silence between them echoing louder than any words spoken.

The opulent ballroom buzzed with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses – a symphony of celebration echoing through the extravagant space. Jungkook, adorned in a tailored suit that radiated authority, led Y/n gracefully through the crowd. His pride was palpable as he introduced her as his wife to the attendees, a mix of colleagues, friends, and business associates.

The collective gasp that swept through the room was almost audible over the rhythmic beats of the music. Colleagues who had become accustomed to seeing Jungkook as the epitome of self-restraint and professionalism were left flabbergasted by the revelation. Whispers and speculative glances followed the couple, weaving a tapestry of curiosity that hung in the air.

Y/n's face remained a mask of impassivity, her features betraying none of the turmoil that churned within. The eyes that had witnessed the intricate dance of the night seemed detached, as if they belonged to a silent observer rather than an active participant in this grand affair.

As Jungkook guided her through the crowd, introducing her to prominent figures, Y/n's responses were a mere formality – nods and occasional smiles that hinted at the carefully crafted facade she maintained. The intricacies of her emotions, concealed beneath the veneer of her expressionless countenance, were known only to her.

For the onlookers, the scene was a paradox – a powerful man proudly displaying his marital status with a woman who seemed untouched by the grandeur surrounding her. Colleagues exchanged incredulous glances, trying to reconcile the charismatic CEO with the enigmatic woman beside him.