TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

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AUTHOR POV :-

The morning sun cast a gentle glow through the bedroom window, rousing Jungkook from his sleep. His eyes flickered open, and he instinctively glanced to his left, expecting to find Y/n by his side. However, the vacant space beside him was a stark reminder of her absence. A sigh escaped him as he rose from the bed, the fabric of his thoughts woven with questions about where she might be.

In the bathroom, the water droplets clung to his skin as he emerged from the shower, a cascade of thoughts mirroring the falling water. The lingering scent of soap and the rhythmic pattern of droplets drying on his skin provided a temporary distraction from the mystery of Y/n's whereabouts.

As he stepped into the bedroom, a tinge of worry crept into his contemplation. The realization that he didn't know her routines or habits gnawed at him. Still, he pushed these thoughts aside and made his way downstairs.

The maids, bowing respectfully, greeted him. A routine exchange of pleasantries followed, a brief acknowledgment of their presence in his vast mansion. Jungkook wandered through the corridors until the alluring aroma of a morning meal guided him to the kitchen.

He entered to find a captivating scene. Y/n, in the midst of culinary artistry, stood at the stove, her wet hair hinting at a recent shower. The kitchen, a canvas of domesticity, welcomed him with warmth and unfamiliarity. She sensed his entry and turned, a smile gracing her lips – a smile directed at him.

"Morning," she greeted, and Jungkook, momentarily caught off guard, reciprocated with a nod and a subtle smile. His hands found refuge in his pockets, and he leaned against the kitchen counter, an observer in this evolving scene.

The question naturally slipped from his lips, "What are you cooking?" He sought to engage, to understand the nuances of her morning routine.

A subtle nervousness flickered in her eyes as she responded, "Just a simple breakfast." Her culinary dance continued, a graceful ballet of ingredients coming together under her guidance.

Jungkook, more an onlooker than an active participant, watched her with a certain fascination. The silence between them held the unspoken promise of a new understanding – a bridge forming between two worlds that had collided unexpectedly.

Jungkook, drawn by the aroma of the morning feast, found himself seated at the dining table. The room was adorned with the soft glow of sunlight, casting a warm embrace over the scene. Y/n, carrying a tray laden with a carefully prepared breakfast, approached with a mix of nervousness and determination.

The clinking of utensils against porcelain echoed in the room as she set the table, a symphony of anticipation. Her hands trembled slightly, a silent testament to the vulnerability that hid behind the façade of routine. She stole a glance at Jungkook, who watched her with a soft gaze, appreciating the effort she had put into this seemingly ordinary morning ritual.

She placed the breakfast before him, a canvas of flavors and textures that reflected not only culinary expertise but an unspoken desire to create a moment of connection. The air between them crackled with an uncharted tension, the space where words often fell short.

Jungkook, ever observant, noticed her nervous energy. "This looks amazing, Y/n," he complimented with a warm smile, attempting to dissolve the tension that lingered like an uninvited guest.

Her eyes met his, a fleeting moment where vulnerability met acknowledgment. "I hope you enjoy it," she responded, the words carrying a sincerity that transcended the simple act of serving breakfast. She hesitated for a moment, as if wrestling with words unspoken.

Jungkook, sensing her struggle, reached out and gently held her hand. "Thank you for this," he said, his voice a comforting presence in the room. "It means a lot."