The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

TWENTY - THREE

Greta's voice trembling with raw emotion. "No, no, no... I love you, Jimin. I'm so sorry. I wanted to be a mother, to have a child. I turned down treatments because I was afraid of what people would say. I'm truly sorry. Please, don't leave me." Her words were desperate, and she pounded on his door, her heartache evident.

Tears streamed down Yn's cheeks abundantly after such revelations, but she chose not to say or ask anything as Jimin's pain was more than hers.

His heart ached as he saw Yn's tears. He made her wear his shirt from the front, ensuring her wound was protected. "The doctor will be here within half an hour," he assured her, making a quick call to arrange for medical assistance.

Greta left in huge humiliation and defeat. She never thought Jimin would find out, as she always engaged in short-term relationships with friends from other countries during her trips. Ashamed of her actions and her unfaithfulness to him, she had taken this path in an attempt to conceive a child, but it had all ended in failure.

Greta cried, a mess of emotions, her sobs wracking her body as she hiccuped and choked on her tears. She felt utterly lifeless. Her helper ran to her, observing her vulnerable state, and took her away from there.

Jimin, now tending to Yn, noticed the old scars on her body and asked. "How did you get those?"

"Dad enrolled my name in many training centres. Most of my opponents were male. It was not always on soft grounded mats or flat surfaces, I had to undergo some intense and hard sessions. That's how I got many scars, some have faded over time, but some are still there," she explained.

Jimin was even more intrigued, asking, "Did you ever ask why your dad was training you like this?"

"I never asked, to be honest. But I believe he wanted to see me as a strong person, capable of defending myself. Learning those fatal techniques was thrilling, and I loved every bit of it," she shared.

She continued to share her story, "They were all focused solely on training me. Some even reached out to me from foreign countries. Dad had substantial financial resources at that time. After his demise, I thought everything was over, but I started receiving calls to continue my training. I was determined to learn everything. However, I had few friends because Dad didn't want me to get distracted."

"Do you want to talk to someone?" He asked, providing her the sole comfort. "No.." she firmly replied, realizing that her past life was no longer the one she is living now. She didn't want to endanger her people because of her existence.

Recalling a particular incident, she added, "One day, my friend, Suho saw me beating two boys who were misbehaving with me, I was 16. He got to know that I knew the basics, but I never showed anything more than that. It's not something I've talked about with anyone before."

Jimin's concern for her grew, and he instinctively wanted to check her wounds. "Let me see if it still bleeds," he said, trying to turn her slightly and examine the injury.

Reluctantly, she moved his hand away, correcting her posture. "Thanks to dad's training, I usually don't get affected by minor injuries. I'm completely fine, so don't worry about it," she said, pursing her lips.

He felt admiration and worry for her. He admired her strength and resilience, but at the same time, he wanted to protect her from any harm. As he looked into her eyes, he saw a glimpse of the challenges she had faced and the strength she had gained through her past experiences.

"I know you're strong, Ms Chang, but it doesn't mean you have to bear everything alone. I'm here for you," he said gently, offering his support and understanding.

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "Then help me when I'm in need without asking anything in return." She waited for his agreeable nod which he gave with a warm smile.