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

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AUTHOR POV :-

The soft cascade of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room as Y/n entered, the prospect of a weekend unfolding like a blank canvas. Her steps carried a lighthearted rhythm, and a melody danced on her lips, the hum of a favorite tune that mirrored the buoyancy of her mood.

Opening the wardrobe, she navigated through an array of dresses, each garment holding its unique charm. The morning air seemed to echo with her cheerful hum, creating a harmonious symphony within the room. As she contemplated her attire for the day, a sense of excitement tinged with anticipation lingered in the air.

In the midst of this routine exploration, a subtle disturbance interrupted the cadence of her morning. A photo, slipped from its perch, and a photograph fluttered down gracefully. Y/n's gaze descended to the fallen treasure, her fingers delicately retrieving the frozen memory from the ground.

The photograph portrayed Jungkook, his radiant smile captured in tandem with another woman. Their shared joy and camaraderie were frozen in time, a testament to a chapter that preceded her presence in his life. Y/n cradled the photograph, her eyes tracing the contours of their happiness.

The realization settled like a gentle breeze, stirring the delicate curtains of Y/n's thoughts. The photograph, a frozen fragment of Jungkook's history, rested briefly in her hand before finding its way back into the embrace of the wardrobe. It was a moment of silent acknowledgment, an unspoken understanding that the man before her carried a past that transcended her presence in his life.

As the wardrobe doors closed, enveloping the photographic memories within, Y/n found herself standing at the crossroads of past and present. The soft, lingering gaze on the photograph was not one of jealousy or resentment but a tender acceptance of a narrative that had already unfolded.

Just as she prepared to move forward, the sonorous knock on the door echoed through the room. With a gentle creak, the door opened, revealing Jungkook on the other side. His smile, a reflection of genuine warmth, met her gaze. She reciprocated, the corners of her lips arching in response to his presence.

"Are you ready?" His inquiry, though a simple question about their plans, resonated with an underlying sentiment that went beyond the surface. Y/n nodded, the subtle movement of her head expressing not just readiness for the day's activities but an affirmation of her willingness to be a part of the narrative he was constructing.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, her voice carrying a blend of optimism and understanding. The unspoken connection between them deepened in that moment, the unsaid words painting an intricate canvas of mutual respect and acknowledgment.

Jungkook's eyes, perceptive to the nuances of emotion, caught the subtle shift in her demeanor. "Is everything okay?" he asked, a touch of concern threading through his words.

Y/n met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a blend of emotions. "Everything's fine," she assured him, a reassuring smile accompanying her words. "you can go, I'll coming."

Their exchange, more than a dialogue about the immediate plans, became a silent agreement to embrace the present and build shared memories.

[ Time skip ]

The sleek black car glided through the gates of the mansion, leaving behind the opulent facade, Y/n and Jungkook settled into the plush interior.

Unbeknownst to them, a taxi trailed at a discreet distance. Within its confines, Eunji, her eyes concealed behind dark sunglasses, sat with an air of determination. The taxi's engine hummed in harmony with her contemplative thoughts as she kept a watchful eye on the car ahead.