Unspoken Ties

Chapter-26 Deserved Better

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"Everything." Their both eyes meet. The black orbs staring at her with an urge to read the secrets of her heart.

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The tension in the room was suffocating.

Y/N could feel her hands trembling under the table, her grip tightening around the fork as she struggled to maintain her composure. She had never been good at voicing her thoughts, especially when it came to him. Their relationship had never allowed space for casual conversations, let alone deep ones.

But this wasn't something she could keep bottled up any longer.

"L-Let's just have our dinner first." Her voice was quiet, hesitant, almost afraid.

Jungkook didn't protest. He merely nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. Neither of them had ever truly spoken-not as a married couple, not even as acquaintances. The silence between them had always been louder than any words they could muster.

Now, as they sat across from each other at the dining table, that same silence pressed down on them, heavy and thick. They stole quick glances, but neither dared to break the fragile atmosphere.

Until Y/N did.

"What did you feel seeing her after so long?"

Jungkook's grip on his chopsticks tightened for a fraction of a second before he answered, his voice as cold as ever. "Nothing."

His response was instant, almost too quick. But Y/N caught the slight shift in his eyes-the flicker of something unspoken before he shut himself off again.

She hesitated, twirling her noodles around her fork. "Why? You didn't even talk to her properly. You both are meeting after so long."

Jungkook let out a slow exhale through his nose, his jaw tensing. "Because I didn't want to." His tone was sharper now, edged with frustration, as if her question was an unnecessary disturbance.

But Y/N didn't back down. Not this time.

"But you always want-"

"Can we just not talk about her?" Jungkook cut her off, his patience thinning. His gaze darkened, a silent warning. "You're irritating me now, Y/N."

Y/N flinched at the harshness in his voice, but she refused to look away. She had spent too long biting her tongue, too long suppressing everything she felt, and she was tired.

"T-then why did you decide to eat with me if I'm that irritating?" she asked, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips.

Since when did she start talking this much?

Since when did she start fighting back?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. This woman... was testing his patience.

Her next words, however, pushed him over the edge.

"You should have invited Mia, after all, she's the one who-"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N."

The sound of his hand slamming against the glass table echoed through the room. Y/N flinched at the force, her fingers instinctively clenching around her fork. The table didn't break, but something inside her did.

Still, she didn't react. She simply looked down at her plate, her face blank, her expression unreadable.

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. His fingers trembled slightly.