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

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AUTHOR POV :-

The morning sun cast its golden glow upon the room, gently illuminating the space where Y/n stood, wrapped in a wispy towel that clung to her damp hair. As droplets of water cascaded down her skin, she moved with a quiet grace that mirrored the hushed atmosphere that enveloped the room. The air, laden with a subtle tension, seemed to carry the weight of unspoken words and hidden emotions.

Taehyung, meticulously donning his doctor attire, stole a momentary glance toward Y/n. His eyes, trained to observe the subtle nuances of his patients, now turned toward the woman he cherished. The warmth of his morning greeting attempted to pierce through the silence that hung in the air, yet the emotionless expression on Y/n's face remained a barrier.

"Good morning," Taehyung spoke, his voice carrying a genuine warmth that contrasted with the quiet intensity emanating from Y/n. He couldn't help but notice the undercurrents of emotions that lurked beneath the surface.

Y/n met his gaze, her eyes holding a depth that spoke volumes beyond the simple exchange of morning pleasantries. "Morning," she replied, her voice a soft echo that seemed to dance on the periphery of unspoken conversations. The room, though bathed in sunlight, remained shrouded in a quiet that echoed the unexplored intricacies of their shared journey.

Pausing in his preparations, Taehyung sensed the distance that lingered between them. "You seem distant today," he observed, his concern lacing the words as he sought to bridge the gap. "Is everything okay?"

The room held its breath, awaiting the strokes of expression that would paint the canvas of their interaction. Y/n, still wrapped in the cocoon of her thoughts, finally spoke, her words carrying the weight of the emotions she struggled to conceal.

Y-yeah... I'm fine," she uttered, her gaze momentarily faltering before meeting his eyes once again. Her attempt at reassurance carried a weight that betrayed the stoicism she sought to veil her true feelings with.

Taehyung, perceptive to the subtle shifts in her demeanor, approached her with a gentle reassurance. His fingers reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face, creating an intimate moment of connection. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he offered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of openness. "I'm here for you, always."

As Y/n met his gaze, the vulnerability in her eyes spoke louder than her words. Emotions flickered across her face, a silent acknowledgment of the internal struggle she grappled with. She felt the weight of Taehyung's care and concern, a comfort that both eased and intensified the turmoil within her.

"I know something is running through your mind, and about yesterday's incident... there's something you're hiding from me," Taehyung gently probed, his voice filled with genuine concern. The air hung heavy with the unspoken, creating a moment pregnant with anticipation.

Y/n's expression wavered, caught between the truth she yearned to share and the fear that held her back. His perceptiveness left her feeling exposed, an uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach. She grappled with the words, attempting to articulate the tangled emotions within her.

"I-I..." she stammered, the tremor in her voice laying bare the inner conflict that churned within her. The weight of her secret threatened to spill out, but before the words could find their way, a sudden wave of nausea overcame her. Panic etched across her features, and with urgency in her steps, she made a swift dash toward the bathroom.

Taehyung, ever attentive, followed closely behind. As Y/n succumbed to the physical toll of her emotions, he held her hair back, his worry etched across his face. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a mix of concern and care. Y/n, after a bout of vomiting, washed her face and cleared it with a towel, her eyes weakened by the ordeal.