The mansion, with its towering elegance, receded in the rearview mirror, becoming a mere reflection of the life she had embraced. A life intertwined with Jungkook, a life where secrets had whispered their presence, creating ripples in the serene facade of her reality.
Seated in the luxurious cocoon of the car, Y/n's gaze flitted between the passing scenery and the invisible threads of doubt that wove through her consciousness. The driver navigated the bustling streets, oblivious to the internal turmoil that gripped his passenger.
Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the seat, grappling with the internal conflict that had taken residence within her. The car hummed with the city's pulse, an inconspicuous witness to the labyrinth of emotions that Y/n navigated.
"I need to find the truth. There's a part of Jungkook's past that remains veiled, and I can't ignore the whispers of doubt any longer." The resolve in her monologue mirrored the steely determination that etched itself across her features.
As the car sliced through the urban landscape, Y/n's thoughts drifted to the old woman she had encountered in the market—a chance collision that had unraveled a thread of secrecy. The purse, a repository of cards and trinkets, concealed the key to an undisclosed chapter of Jungkook's history.
The car neared the address, a modest dwelling nestled amidst the urban sprawl. Y/n's anticipation mingled with a tinge of trepidation as the driver parked in front of the residence. The decision to embark on this solitary quest bore the weight of uncertainty, but Y/n steeled herself for the revelations that awaited.
The door closed behind her, the soft click resonating in the quiet neighborhood. As Y/n approached the entrance, she grappled with the complex emotions that surged within. Each step marked a foray into the unknown, a testament to her determination to unravel the enigma that intertwined with Jungkook's past.
The doorbell echoed within the house, and a moment later, the door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of the woman she had encountered in the market. The wrinkles on the woman's face seemed to hold stories untold, and Y/n, standing at the threshold of discovery, braced herself for the revelations that lay ahead.
"What happened child?" The lady asked to her in soft voice.
Y/n, her voice unwavering, responded, "Actually, Yesterday..I found something in the market, and I believe it might be yours." She extended the purse, a repository of memories and secrets, towards the woman.
The Woman, her eyes narrowing in recognition, accepted the purse. "Where did you find this?"
"It fell when you bumped into me at the market. I thought I should return it."
The Woman, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes, invited Y/n inside.
"Oh.. Please come inside"
The room bore the weight of nostalgia, photographs adorning the walls like fragments of a forgotten chronicle. Y/n's gaze lingered on the images, a silent witness to the woman's history.
The Woman, observing Y/n's contemplative demeanor, gestured towards a worn-out armchair. "What would you like to drink? Tea... coffee?" the old lady asked politely. Y/n shook her head. "No, aunty, it's okay."
Y/n, her curiosity masking the underlying tension, and the woman noticed this. "Do you have something to ask me?" Y/n looked at her, biting her lip. She sighed and nodded.
"Actually, aunty, I know I don't know you, and you don't know me, but... I know it's a personal question, but..." Y/n hesitated, unsure of how to approach the sensitive topic.
"I found this too." Y/n placed the photo in front of the old lady on the table. The woman looked at the photo, her expression shifting from normal to sadness.
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TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH
Fanfiction"Wow. You're pregnant?" he taunted, the words dripping with a perverse satisfaction. Y/n, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, began to cry, her eyes tightly shut as if hoping to wake up from a nightmare. "Aww... Why are you crying?"...
