SECOND CHANCE | JIKOOK✅

2.NEW LIFE

Authors Pov

As the wedding ceremony concluded, Jimin's father, wanting to provide the newlyweds with a fresh start, bestowed upon them a luxurious apartment. However, he purposely chose a remote location, far away from the opulent mansions their families owned. Mr. Park believed that confining them to a modest apartment would foster understanding and strengthen their bond.

Their new residence stood tall on the seventh floor, commanding a breathtaking view of the city. As they entered, the grandeur of the place enveloped them. A spacious living room awaited, adorned with lavish furnishings and extravagant decor. The walls were adorned with priceless works of art, imbuing the space with an air of sophistication.

The kitchen, fit for a master chef, boasted state-of-the-art appliances, gleaming countertops, and cabinets stocked with the finest culinary delights.

Jimin's father, cognizant of his son's academic pursuits, had ensured the presence of a well-appointed study room. Equipped with shelves lined with textbooks and a cozy reading nook, it was a sanctuary for Jimin to delve into his studies.

Their master bedroom was a sanctuary of opulence. A king-sized bed, adorned with silk sheets and fluffy pillows, beckoned them to indulge in blissful slumber. An ensuite bathroom boasted a Jacuzzi, an oasis of tranquility where they could unwind and let the day's troubles melt away.

Jungkook's pov

As I entered the apartment, a wave of frustration washed over me. I couldn't comprehend why I had to live in this confined space with a stranger who was now my so-called husband. Reluctantly, I agreed to Taehyung's suggestion, knowing that escaping to my friend's mansion would only delay the inevitable.

Silently, we made our way inside, our footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. I couldn't bear to look at him, the person I was forced to spend my life with. The tension between us was palpable, a thick fog that enveloped the atmosphere.

Finally, we reached our door, and he hurriedly pushed it open, causing it to slam shut with a resounding thud. I shot him a disdainful glare, disgusted by his lack of consideration. Suppressing my anger, I parked the car in the designated area, desperate to distance myself from him.

Entering the apartment, my annoyance grew as I surveyed the living room. His belongings were strewn haphazardly, a chaotic mess that further amplified my frustration. "What on earth does he think he's doing?" I seethed, struggling to contain my anger.

Deciding to retreat to my room, I locked the door behind me, seeking solace within its walls. I longed for a moment of peace and respite from this forced marriage, hoping that somehow, I could find a way to escape this suffocating situation.

But fate had other plans. As I searched for an alternative room, I realized there was none. I would have to share the same space as him, the person I had come to resent. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, but I had no choice.

Reluctantly, I entered the room, my resentment brewing beneath the surface. I proceeded to the bathroom, determined to cleanse myself of the suffocating atmosphere that clung to me like a second skin. After emerging in my comfortable pajamas, I carefully positioned myself on the other side of the bed, creating an invisible divide.

As I sat down, trying to distract myself with the television, I heard muffled sobs emanating from his side of the bed. Irritation surged through me like a raging tempest. "If he's not invested in this marriage, why did he accept?" I fumed silently, deeming him nothing more than a drama king.