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

AUTHOR POV :-

In the quiet embrace of the night, Y/n found herself perched on the edge of the bed, surrounded by the soft glow of dimmed lights. The events of the day, particularly the unexpected encounter at the supermarket, lingered in the recesses of her mind. The photograph Jungkook's first wife, cradled in her hands, became a silent question mark, urging her contemplation.

As Y/n stared into the depths of the photograph, the woman's face seemed to mirror the enigma that loomed around her. Why did the elderly lady have such a memento, and how did it find its way into the supermarket?

Jungkook, unbeknownst to Y/n's silent musings, entered the room. His gaze, observant and thoughtful, fell upon her. There was a certain enigma to her demeanor, a quiet contemplation that didn't go unnoticed.

"Y/n, is everything okay?"

Y/n looked up, her eyes briefly meeting his. The photograph hidden under the bed, seemed to burn a metaphorical hole, a secret she grappled with. Her voice, calm but tinged with uncertainty, masked the turmoil within.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just lost in my thoughts."

Jungkook, though perceptive, didn't press further. He walked towards her, a silent companion in the labyrinth of her contemplation. As he stood beside her, Y/n couldn't shake the weight of the photograph under the bed.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

Y/n, hesitant to unravel the complexities of the day, shook her head.

"No, it's nothing. Just a long day."

Jungkook, sensing her need for solitude, decided not to push. He sat beside her, his presence a comforting anchor in the quiet room.

Meanwhile, the photograph remained hidden, a quiet secret nestled in the folds of Y/n's pocket. The image of Jungkook's first wife, accidentally discovered in the supermarket, bore the weight of an unspoken truth.

"You don't have to carry the burden alone, Y/n."

The weight of those words, infused with genuine concern, reached the depths of Y/n's heart. In that moment, the barriers she had erected around her vulnerabilities began to soften.

She looked at him, her eyes tracing the contours of his face as if searching for an anchor in the storm of her thoughts. A quiet acknowledgment passed between them, an understanding that transcended spoken language.

Y/n, guided by an impulse born from the depths of her emotional turmoil, slowly extended her arms. The room seemed to hold its breath as she embraced Jungkook, the warmth of the hug encapsulating a myriad of unspoken feelings.

Jungkook, receiving her embrace with a tender reciprocity, encircled her in a protective hold. The silent exchange became a dance of shared vulnerability, a moment where two souls sought solace in the embrace of understanding.

"I'm here if you ever want to share."

His voice, a gentle reassurance, resonated against the backdrop of the night. The embrace lingered, a testament to the strength found in vulnerability and the unspoken language of hearts intertwined.

As Y/n nestled into the comfort of Jungkook's arms, the room witnessed a silent communion of souls—a moment where the burdens of the day were momentarily eclipsed by the solace of shared warmth and understanding.

[ Next day ]

The sleek black car rolled away from the opulent facade of the mansion, Y/n found herself ensconced in a maelstrom of contemplation. Her thoughts, like fragments of an unsolved puzzle, danced within the confines of her mind. She sighed, a soft exhale that carried the weight of the unspoken questions lingering within.