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.
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.
"Aunty," Y/n whispered, "I just want to know who she is to you. Because... I think I know her." Y/n said, and the old lady looked towards her in shock.
"You know her? How?" The old lady asked, her eyes becoming emotional. Y/n bit her lip, took a deep breath, and sighed.
"I.. Do you have any relation with her?" Y/n asked, and the old lady's eyes filled with tears. After a long pause, she spoke.
"She was my daughter." Y/n stood frozen, the weight of the revelation settling around her like an unspoken truth.
The room hung heavy with the gravity of the moment, the woman's gaze telling a story that extended far beyond the surface.
"Your daughter?" Y/n managed to utter, her voice carrying the tremors of disbelief.
The Woman nodded, her voice laden with the burden of memories. "Yes, my daughter. My only child." Tears welled in the old lady's eyes, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.
"But... how do you know her?" The lady's question brought Y/n back to the present, and she gulped, uncertain about how to navigate the delicate web of truth and concealment.
"Actually... she... she was Jeon Jungkook's wife, right? I... I'm his friend. He told me," Y/n stammered, watching as the old lady's hands trembled with the revelation.
The Woman froze, shock etched across her features. "Jeon Jungkook..." she whispered, her voice laden with fear. Her hands continued to tremble, and Y/n, concerned, asked if she was okay.
"He... he is... he is evil," the old lady whispered, the words hanging in the air like a haunting refrain. Y/n looked at her, a mix of confusion and concern in her eyes.
"I told her not... not to marry him, but... Haejin didn't listen to me," the old lady continued, and Y/n felt an uneasy knot tighten in her stomach.
"Haejin? That's her name? And who is evil?" Y/n probed, trying to piece together the fragments of a story that seemed to unravel before her.
"Aunty, Are you okay.. What happened? Who is evil?"
"Jeon Jungkook," the old lady declared, her words landing like a heavy truth. Y/n stood frozen, the weight of those words sinking in, a cold shiver coursing through her.
"Jeon Jungkook is evil? What do you mean?" Y/n questioned, her voice betraying the confusion and disbelief that wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud. The stark contrast between the man she knew and the haunting narrative unfolding before her left her grappling with an unsettling truth.
The Woman's eyes, haunted by memories etched in the tapestry of her past, met Y/n's gaze. "He deceived my daughter, led her into a life of despair. Haejin believed in him, loved him, but he betrayed her in ways you cannot imagine." Y/n's shock was palpable, her eyes widening at the revelation that seemed to pull the rug from under her feet.
"Don't be deceived. He has a darkness within him that consumed my daughter's happiness. You cannot trust the semblance of change he projects."
Y/n, caught in the crossfire of conflicting narratives, found herself standing at the intersection of revelation and doubt. The woman's story painted a chilling image of Jungkook, one that clashed violently with the connection she had been forging with him.
"He is the reason for my daughter's death," the old lady declared, her words laden with a sorrow that seemed to seep from the very core of her being. Y/n's heart sank, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on her shoulders.
The room bore witness to the emotional storm as the woman recounted the tragic fate that befell her daughter at the hands of the man Y/n had come to care about.
"He charmed her, ensnared her in a web of deceit. Haejin's laughter turned to tears, her joy to sorrow. The man you see now is a phantom, a manifestation of the sinister forces that led my daughter to the precipice of despair."
The Woman's eyes, mirrors to the anguish she had endured, implored Y/n to heed her warning. "You must tread carefully. The shadows of the past have a way of casting long silhouettes into the present."
[ At the Night ]
The atmosphere in the dining room was tinged with a quiet intensity as Jungkook sat at the table, his focus seemingly unwavering on the plate in front of him. Y/n, moving gracefully around the table, served the dinner with a thoughtful expression on her face. She seemed lost in her own contemplations, a subtle cloud of distraction hanging over her.
The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed in the room, a backdrop to the unspoken tension between them. Jungkook, sensing Y/n's distant demeanor, decided to bridge the gap. He reached out and gently held her hand, his touch breaking the trance that had enveloped her.
Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting his serious gaze. The connection between them held a myriad of unspoken emotions, an intricate dance of understanding and concern. Jungkook's grip on her hand was both comforting and firm, a silent reassurance that he was attuned to the shifts in her mood.
"Where are you lost?" Jungkook's voice, low and concerned, reached her ears. Y/n lowered her head slightly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. "Nothing, just..." she began, her words trailing off as she attempted to articulate the complex web of emotions swirling within her.
Jungkook continued to scrutinize her, a subtle tension visible in the clenching of his jaw. He could sense that something lingered beneath the surface of her composed exterior. "Where did you go when I left for office? he questioned, the seriousness etched onto his face.
Caught off guard, Y/n's eyes shot up to meet his penetrating gaze. The sudden inquiry left her wide-eyed and startled. How did he know? It was a question that echoed in her mind as she grappled with whether to reveal the truth or attempt to obscure it. Jungkook's ability to discern her movements left her feeling exposed.
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