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

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AUTHOR POV :-

In the enveloping silence of the car, the weight of unspoken words hung heavily. Jungkook's cold and serious demeanor spoke volumes, each line on his face revealing the internal turmoil that echoed through the vehicle. Y/n, aware of the wounds inflicted by Eunji's words, chose silence, her heart echoing with the residual ache of the confrontation.

The rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to underscore the palpable tension within the confined space. Y/n's gaze occasionally flitted towards Jungkook, his profile etched with shadows that mirrored the complexities of his emotions. She hesitated to breach the wall of his stoic silence, a subtle fear holding her words captive.

As the city lights painted fleeting patterns on the car's windows, Y/n grappled with the unspoken, navigating the delicate dance between comforting reassurance and the looming specter of Jungkook's coldness. The driver, oblivious to the emotional storm within the car, continued down the quiet streets toward the mansion.

As the car came to a stop in front of the mansion, the air inside held the residue of the unspoken tension. Jungkook, the first to exit, stepped out with a deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing a silent resolve. Y/n, following suit, felt the heaviness of the moment but lingered for a moment, a silent plea in her eyes.

Without a word or a glance in her direction, Jungkook proceeded to the entrance of the mansion. The distance between them, both physical and emotional, seemed to widen with each step he took. Y/n, her heart sinking, hesitated briefly before gathering the strength to follow him.

The grandeur of the mansion's entrance hall became a silent witness to the emotional undercurrents. Y/n caught up with Jungkook, her steps mirroring the quiet yearning for a connection that now seemed elusive. She reached out, her hand lightly grazing his arm, a tentative gesture seeking acknowledgment.

Jungkook, however, remained resolute, his gaze fixed ahead. The silence, pregnant with unspoken words, loomed between them. Y/n, her attempt at connection met with indifference, withdrew her hand, a wave of disappointment washing over her.

[ At the night ]

The bedroom was shrouded in the gentle embrace of night, the moon casting a silvery glow upon the world outside. Y/n, standing near the doorway, observed Jungkook as he stood by the window, his gaze fixed upon the celestial orb in the sky. The air within the room carried a weight of unspoken emotions, and a sense of worry settled over her as she approached him.

Her steps were cautious, a subtle dance across the room's carpeted floor. Jungkook, seemingly aware of her presence, didn't turn to acknowledge her arrival. The moonlight painted a portrait of his profile, his features etched with the same coldness that had lingered since their departure from the mall.

Y/n, with a gentle voice laden with concern, asked, "Did something bother you?" The moon cast a soft glow through the curtains, illuminating the room as Jungkook stood by the window, his stern expression reflecting the moonlit night.

Turning his head slowly, Jungkook acknowledged her presence but maintained the guarded demeanor that seemed to cloak him. In an attempt to soothe the emotional distance, Y/n delicately stated, "I know what Eunji said might have hurt you, but... believe me, Mr. Jeon, I didn't believe her." Despite her reassurance, Jungkook, still facing the window, chose silence as his response.

As he sighed, Jungkook remarked, "It's already late, good night," signaling an end to the conversation. He began to pass by her, intending to retreat for the night. However, a small hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks. He turned, a hint of surprise on his face, as he faced Y/n's emotional gaze.