The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

THIRTY - FIVE

Yn and Jungkook spent a few more days with the family, relishing their private moments passionately. They were all happy, like a small family living in the shadows, far from prying eyes.

She observed Jungkook occasionally tense during phone calls, where he often disclosed details of events happening in his absence. Eventually, she revealed her desire to return to the seven-story building.

Jungkook, the pillar of rationality, encouraged her to remain calm and contemplate her decision. He waited patiently, understanding the storm within her.

His desire was not just to take her back to their dark world but to guide her transformation into the person she truly deserved to be.

He stood as a guardian for her, waiting for the right moment to lead her back to the old place, knowing that in her fierce nature lay the power to confront the shadows that awaited them.

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Rosalia safely landed in her home country five days earlier, continuing her act of silence and pretending to be ill. Charles, trying hard to get a response from her, was losing his shit.

"Fuck Rosa!" His fingers tightened around her throat, the venom in his words cutting through the air.

"Enough of this act. Don't assume I'll be lenient every time. Your existence hangs by the thread of my father's loss – the only reason you're breathing. If my patience wears thin, I won't hesitate to kill you," he bellowed in a torrent of rage.

Her face flushed scarlet, eyes bulging, veins pulsating, and sweat beads forming on her trembling body. She teetered on the edge of losing control, anxiety coursing through her as she feared the consequences.

In that intense moment, a voice shattered the oppressive air. "Dad????" Greta's panicked inquiry caused him to lose his grip. She rushed towards them, desperately seeking answers. "D-Dad? Did Mom do something wrong?"

Greta, ever the dutiful daughter, aligned herself with her father's actions. She justified even his wrongs, appreciating the strategic marriage that spared her from Jungkook as her father married her off to the love of her life, being aware Jungkook would benefit Carlos more than Jimin. Greta always sought valid reasons even in her father's wrongful actions towards his wife.

"Let's just pray, she speaks up, she might not have to live in hiding and finally can rest in peace," a sinister smirk played on his lips, looking at Rosalia and exiting the room, making Greta bewildered.

Wiping her mother's tears, Greta knelt before Rosalia, placing her head on her lap. "Mom, what are you doing? I know you're doing everything for me, but I'm not ready. In fact, I was never ready. I can't be the Queen, I want to be like Yn – cherished, honored, and loved. Her aura is different, maybe because Jimin likes her or even lov..."

Before Greta could divulge her inner conflicts, Rosalia abruptly lifted her face, grabbing her chin and delivering a sharp slap across her cheeks, leaving Greta in stunned silence. She smiled, looking at her mother who can move, "Mo—"

In a burst of anger, Rosalia lashed out, berating him mercilessly. "Fucking Idiot! Good for nothing. I regret bringing you into this world, foreseeing the pathetic creature you'd become, singing praises for another shitty woman. Have you forgotten your identity? If you couldn't kill, at least command!

Know your worth, you pea-brain, pighead. It's always Jimin, Jimin. What has he done for you? Impregnating another woman, ensuring your remaining life mirrors my wheelchair-bound existence.

Two decades you've observed, yet learned nothing—pathetic and foolish. Your incessant crying is all you contribute. I wished for a son to defend my honor, but I chose a girl, hoping you'd ascend to queenhood like Alessia."