Healing Presence's

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Author pov

The phone slipped from your trembling hands, crashing onto the floor, but the ringing in your ears was louder than that shatter.

You couldn’t believe it.

How could they…? How could they go this deep into your life? How could they twist your scars into something so filthy?

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BREAKING NEWS

The glamorous wife of CEO Jeon Jungkook, Mrs. Jeon Y/N, exposed once again.

Reliable sources claim that Y/N had a history of promiscuity during her high school years, engaging in indecent activities with older men for money.

Photos attached below.

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Comments:

xxx: “She’s disgusting. 🤢 Jungkook should divorce her ASAP.”

xxx: “Gold digger AND a sl*t. What a combo!”

xxx: “If I see her in public, I’ll slap her myself. Trash.”

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Your eyes fixated on the photos. Blurred, but you recognized the setting. Recognized him. Your high school bully. The boy who had made your life a living hell.

The angles, the proximity, the timing—everything was staged to make it look like you were doing something indecent.

Your breath got stuck in your throat. The walls felt like they were closing in.

With a scream that came straight from the depths of your shattered heart, you flung the phone at the wall. It exploded into pieces, but it didn’t stop the storm in your mind.

You fell to your knees, clutching your head as the buried trauma clawed its way back into your present. The suffocating laughter of those bullies echoed in your ears. You could feel their filthy hands, their cruel words that haunted you for years.

“No…no…please, make it stop…” you whispered to no one, rocking back and forth.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You started throwing things—pillows, lamps, whatever you could grab—until you collapsed in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, burying yourself into the darkness that once again consumed you.

“Why me, God? Why do I have to live like this?” your whisper cracked. “I’ve lost everyone. My parents left me. My own relatives hated me. Jungkook… he doesn’t need someone like me. He deserves better. He deserves happiness. I should… just disappear.”

As you tried to stand, the door swung open.

“Y/N?!”

Jungkook’s voice was laced with panic. His eyes scanned the chaos—the broken objects, the torn cushions—before landing on you, trembling in the corner.

He rushed to you, dropping to his knees. “Y/N…baby…what happened?” His hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes wide with fear.

You didn’t say anything. You just threw yourself into his arms, clinging to him like he was your only lifeline. Because at that moment, he was.

Jungkook didn’t say a word. He just held you, rocking you gently as you sobbed into his chest. His heart ached as he felt your body shivering uncontrollably in his arms.

He carefully picked you up, carrying you to the bed. You clung to him, as if you feared he’d disappear if you let go. He laid down beside you, wrapping you tightly in his embrace, his chin resting on top of your head.