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

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AUTHOR POV :-

"I found it near Eunji's body," he declared, his words hanging in the air like an ominous revelation. Y/n's world froze as the gravity of the situation sunk in. She gulped hard, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. How had Jungkook discovered that she had witnessed him hiding Eunji's body?

The room, once a space of shared moments and laughter, now crackled with an unsettling tension. Jungkook's gaze bore into y/n, the silence heavy with unspoken truths and the impending confrontation that loomed between them.

•| Flashback |•

She ascended the staircase, her gaze caught the shattered mirror, a fractured reflection that hinted at the concealed chaos within. Curiosity led her steps towards Jungkook, a desire to unravel the mystery behind the broken mirror.

"Jung-" she began to call out his name, but her words froze on her lips as she stumbled upon a scene that shattered the semblance of normalcy. Jungkook and Eunji, locked in an embrace, a tableau of secrets hidden in plain sight. Y/n gasped, a silent witness to a revelation that left her paralyzed behind a pillar.

Shocked and disoriented, she clung to the shadows as Jungkook emerged from the side, his destination the downstairs bathroom. Y/n, still hidden, felt the weight of the truth settle around her like a suffocating shroud.

Compelled by a mix of dread and confusion, she ventured downstairs, her footsteps leading her to the secret room. The door ajar, she entered, only to be met with a gruesome sight. Eunji's lifeless body lay there, a shocking tableau that etched itself into her memory. Minho's presence, an additional layer of horror, added to the nightmare that unfolded before her.

Tears welled in her eyes as the reality of the macabre scene hit her with full force. Overwhelmed with fear, she fled the room, racing upstairs to the sanctuary of her own space.

Meanwhile, Jungkook, unaware of her discovery, emerged from the bathroom, his intention to meet y/n disrupted by the sight of the secret room door left ajar. As he moved to close it, something caught his attention - an earring on the floor. He picked it up, studying it with a cold and serious expression, a silent acknowledgment of the tangled web of secrets woven within the walls of his mansion.

[ Flashback End ]

Y/n found herself stumbling backward in fear. The remnants of the past clung to her, refusing to release their grip. In her disoriented state, she inadvertently knocked over a vase on the nearby table, its crash echoing through the room.

"Ahh!" The startled cry escaped her lips as the vase shattered, a cascade of shards mingling with the fractured pieces of her composure. In the chaos, her palm met the sharp edges of the mirror, leaving her wincing in pain.

Jungkook, alerted by the commotion, rushed to her side with a furrowed brow and concern etched on his features. "Y/n," he called out, kneeling down in front of her as if to shield her from the unraveling echoes of the past.

He extended his hand toward her, a gesture of comfort, but her breathing quickened, fear dancing in her wide eyes. She recoiled, the lingering shock of the revelation casting a veil of trepidation over her perception of Jungkook.

"Show me," he urged gently, his voice a soothing contrast to the turmoil in the room. Attempting to bridge the gap between them, he reached for her injured hand. However, y/n's instinctive fear held her back, creating a palpable tension in the air.

Her gaze, a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty, met his worried eyes. The juxtaposition of the past and present left her teetering on the precipice of an emotional abyss.