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

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AUTHOR POV :-

[ After four months ]

In the heart of their shared haven, where the inviting aroma of a home-cooked meal embraced every corner, Y/n found herself orchestrating a culinary symphony. The gentle sizzle of ingredients and the rhythmic clinking of utensils conducted a melody that bespoke not just the creation of a meal but the crafting of shared moments.

As the pot on the stove bubbled with an aromatic concoction, Y/n's focus immersed in the dance of flavors, a sudden interruption brushed aside the quietude of the kitchen. A presence, solid and comforting, manifested in the form of strong, muscular hands encircling her waist. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through her, momentarily startling her from the culinary ballet she was choreographing.

Startled, she felt the warmth of Jungkook's touch, a palpable contrast to the ambient heat of the stove. A reflexive smile crept onto her lips, the silent acknowledgment of his presence a welcome addition to the kitchen's ambiance. His voice, a velvety undertone, resonated close to her ear, each word sending subtle shivers down her spine.

"Need any help?" he inquired, his warm breath grazing her ear. Rather than responding immediately, she turned to meet his gaze, her eyes reflecting both surprise and appreciation.

With a soft smile, she replied, "I think I've got it covered, Mr. Jeon. Unless you're planning to show off some secret cooking skills." The playful glint in her eyes mirrored the light banter that had become a cherished part of their interactions.

Jungkook grinned, "Maybe I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Mind if I take a peek at what's cooking?" His playful demeanor mirrored the ease they had found in each other's company.

"Alright, Chef Jeon, but no stealing bites before dinner," she teased, the gentle exchange reflecting a shared sense of humor that had become an integral part of their relationship.

Jungkook leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder as they both observed the culinary masterpiece in progress. "Mmm, smells delicious. What's on the menu tonight?" he inquired, his eyes focused on the tantalizing array of ingredients.

"Something special," she responded mysteriously, her fingers gracefully maneuvering through the ingredients. The kitchen, now filled with the aroma of their banter and shared laughter, became a haven where the mundane transformed into moments of connection.

The playful banter continued as Y/n carried on with her culinary endeavors. Jungkook's hands, initially wrapped around her waist, gently slid to the small of her back. The subtle touch spoke volumes, conveying a silent assurance and appreciation for the life they were building together.

The shared laughter and banter encapsulated the simple joy they found in each other's company. Y/n continued with her culinary endeavors, occasionally stealing glances at Jungkook, who seemed content to watch her work.

With dinner nearing completion, Y/n turned off the stove and faced Jungkook. "Voila! Dinner is served."

Jungkook grinned, "Can't wait to taste your masterpiece. But before that..." He lifted her hand and placed a tender kiss on her palm. The gesture, simple yet filled with affection, captured the essence of their shared happiness.

[ Time skip ]

The mansion, an imposing structure that echoed with the footsteps of its occupants, held within its walls a room draped in mystery. Maida, one of the maids entrusted with the upkeep of the grand estate, went about her daily tasks with an air of diligence. As she moved through the mansion, the symphony of her chores was occasionally accompanied by the distant echoes of life behind the closed doors.