Scars that Healed Us

"Wives don't bend in front of their husbands to pick up broken pieces of glass," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "It's disrespectful—in my vocabulary."

His words stunned her, rendering her momentarily speechless. He slowly guided her back to a standing position, his grip steady despite the turmoil she felt brewing inside. Her shaky hands clenched by her sides, and she swallowed hard, trying to push back the humiliation and confusion coursing through her.

The room was quiet, the tension palpable. His best friend's sister looked on with mild amusement, her perfectly poised expression only adding to the discomfort.

"I... I'm sorry," Y/N stammered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he straightened, glancing at the maid. "Clean this up."

She stumbled back as she motioned herself to her room. Upon reaching the room, she slid down and cried harder.

She was the same girl who destroyed her sister's life.

She was her bully too. She had misunderstood everything. There were two pictures in her sister's diary—one she mentioned as her nightmare and the other she considered heaven. The two pictures were mixed, and she misunderstood Ji-ah as the killer. She had entered Jungkook's life for revenge, but she was melting. She received continuous messages from unknown numbers telling her that Ji-ah was the killer.

She cried harder, thinking about the unforgivable sin she had committed because of that girl she saw at the dinner—the one Jungkook had invited as a guest. She couldn't bear the pain.

On the other hand, he also moved towards his room to enter but stopped when he heard painful muffled sobs that unknowingly clenched his heart. She had accepted her punishment, so why was she crying like this? He stood there, dumbfounded, unable to decide whether he should enter or leave. Not wanting to make things more awkward, he went to his study room.

He sat there, thinking deeply about his past that had brought him nothing but endless pain. His eyes were emotionless. His thoughts were diverted by the clock ticking—it was past 2 AM. With a sigh, he stood up and went to Ji-ah's room to check if she was sleeping or not. After adjusting her posture and kissing her forehead, he went back to his room.

His eyes searched for her as he scanned the room. Soon, he heard the sound of running water from the shower—he understood she was bathing. He changed into comfortable clothes. As he sat on the bed, he was startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

She was in her nightwear. Slowly, she walked towards him, her mind clouded with thoughts. She needed to clear her doubts.

She hesitated before whispering, "I-Is... E-Eun-ji... y-your... f-friend?"

His cold eyes calmly bore into her soul as he remained seated on the bed. She stood by his bedside, dumbfounded.

He spoke in a cold, emotionless tone, "Hana's... my friend... and Eun-ji... is her sister."

Her lips quivered as she took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "D-do y-you... know... wh-who... s-she is?"

He raised a brow before answering, his voice steady, unaffected.

"As... I... said... Hana's... sister."

She suddenly blurted out in frustration, her voice trembling, "S-She... she was... o-one of... Ara's... b-bullies!"