Unspoken Ties

Chapter-12 If They Could

"YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PROBLEM HERE! IT'S YOU WHO RUINED MY LIFE!"

His voice was a thunderous roar, shaking the very walls around them. Y/n's fingers trembled as they loosened their grip on his collar. She flinched at his outburst, her breath catching in her throat. The sheer force of his words hit her like a slap, cutting deep into her chest.

She flinched, stepping back as if the force of his words physically pushed her. Her chest tightened, air refusing to reach her lungs. Jungkook's eyes burned with a storm of anger-anger that had been bottled up for far too long. But beneath the fury, there was something else. Something darker.

"You took everything from me."

Y/N blinked, confusion knitting her brows together. What was he talking about? Wasn't she the one who lost everything?

She stood frozen. She snatched everything from him! Everything? No. That wasn't right. If anyone had lost everything, it was her. She had given up her dreams, her happiness, her heart-all for a marriage she never chose.

Her father, her freedom, even her happiness-didn't all of it vanish the day she became his wife?

Yet, here he was, spitting those very words at her.

Jungkook cast her a sharp glance, his jaw clenched. His hands twitched at his sides as if barely restraining himself from reaching for her again.

His dark eyes bore into hers, filled with something raw and unspoken. But before she could search for answers, he pushed her away, turning his back as though he couldn't stand the sight of her.But before it, he exhaled sharply and turned away, as if the sight of her was too much to bear.

The silence between them stretched, suffocating and heavy.

She watched him, frozen. The weight of his accusations suffocated her, pressing down on her chest like an invisible force.

"You snatched everything from me," he repeated, quieter this time, but the venom in his voice was unmistakable.

Y/n swallowed, her throat dry, her mind spinning. She searched his face for answers, but all she found was pure resentment.

"Me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "What did I take from you, Jungkook? Tell me, because I don't understand. I never asked for anything from you. I never once-"

Her voice cracked, hoarse with the emotions she was trying to contain.

She had spent every night praying for his happiness, even when he never looked her way. She had wished for him to find peace, even when her own heart was crumbling.

Jungkook laughed, a hollow, bitter sound,void of warmth. "What's the use of your prayers when you're the reason my life is a nightmare?" He spat. "What's the point of your so-called kindness when it has already destroyed everything I ever wanted, when you are the one who took away my happiness?"

The hatred in his voice made her legs weak. She staggered back.

Her lips trembled as she shook her head, taking an unconscious step back. "No. No, that's not true," she whispered. "I only ever wanted your happiness. I-"

Jungkook took a step closer, his anger palpable. He hated the confusion on her face, the way she stood there as if she had no idea what she had done. It only made his fury burn hotter.

His hands gripped her shoulders, stopping her retreat. His hold was firm, almost desperate, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw it-the pain. The pain he was trying so hard to bury under his anger.