Unspoken Ties

Chapter-33 Confession Of Hearts

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The night had settled over the city, its silver glow filtering through the large glass windows, casting long, soft shadows across the bedroom. The air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by the rhythmic rustling of pages as Y/N remained engrossed in the fantasy novel resting in her hands. She was lost in another world, where magic thrived and destinies intertwined, oblivious to the real-life presence that had entered the room.

Jungkook stepped inside with quiet precision, his movements smooth, almost calculated, as if he were merely a passing shadow in the night. His gaze instinctively drifted to her, noticing the way her delicate fingers turned each page with care, her lips parted slightly in concentration, her eyes reflecting the glow of the lamp beside her. Something about the scene felt intimate, untouched, like an artist’s masterpiece frozen in time. But he wasn’t here to disturb her serenity.

With measured steps, he walked toward the sleek glass table positioned near the window. The faint city lights flickered outside, mirroring the pale glow of his laptop screen as he opened it. Stacks of files sat neatly beside him, a silent testament to his ceaseless dedication. It was only eight o’clock—early by his standards—but the weight of responsibility never truly left him. Work had become his companion on lonely nights, a distraction from emotions he wasn’t ready to confront.

The room breathed in hushed silence, the kind that wasn’t empty, but rather, full of something unspoken. It wasn’t cold, nor was it warm—it simply existed, like a thread binding two souls who had spent too long standing on opposite ends of the same bridge.

Y/N, wrapped in the cocoon of her book, barely noticed the world shifting around her. She didn’t hear the subtle click of his laptop or the quiet sigh that left his lips as he leaned back on the couch, fingers gliding over the keyboard with practiced ease. She was still lost, drifting in the words inked across the pages, allowing them to weave stories of distant lands and fates entwined.

Time passed like this, unmeasured yet strangely synchronized.

It wasn’t until a slow, creeping drowsiness settled over her that she blinked herself back into reality. Her eyelashes fluttered as she lifted her gaze from the book, expecting to glance at the clock, but instead, her eyes landed on him. Jungkook, sitting just across the room, his sharp features bathed in the cool glow of his screen, brows furrowed in deep concentration.

For a moment, she simply stared, wondering when he had even come in. Had he said something? Had she been too engrossed to notice?

She shook off the thought, dismissing the curiosity. It wasn’t as if it mattered.

Placing the book gently on the bedside table, she tucked a small bookmark between the pages, a quiet promise to return. Her eyes flickered toward the bathroom door, then back to Jungkook, then again to the door, weighing her options. Finally, with slow movements, she shifted, preparing to stand.

Just as her feet hovered above the floor, a deep voice sliced through the stillness.

"What are you trying to do?"

The sudden deep voice cut through the quiet of the room, making Y/N’s breath hitch.

She looked up, startled, her wide eyes locking onto Jungkook’s. He was standing just a few steps away, dark eyes sharp and intense, his expression unreadable. The air shifted instantly, thick with something she couldn’t quite name.

She hadn't even heard him move.

How long had he been watching her?

Before she could process his presence, he took another step forward, closing the distance between them with quiet confidence.