The silence is broken by a forceful shove. Jiwon’s hands push him forward, her eyes filled with anger. "Get over it!" she yells at him, her voice breaking with emotion. The push is enough to make Jimin stumble backward, his feet sliding away from Taehyung.
He looks back toward Taehyung’s limp body, but Jiwon is already kneeling beside him, her hands cupping his bloodied face.
"Taehyung! Please open your eyes. Please."
Her voice cracks as she calls out to him, her fingers brushing against the blood smeared across his lips. It doesn’t matter to her. All that matters is the man she loves. Her forehead presses gently against his, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. Her sobs are soft, broken, almost as if she’s praying for him to wake up, for him to live.
Jimin stands still, his eyes hardening as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. He wants to scream. He wants to destroy everything. But instead, his eyes shift toward Y/n.
She’s standing away from his, her eyes red from crying, her body tense. Her shoulders are trembling, but she’s silent. The weight of everything seems to have broken her.
Their gazes meet. For a split second, Jimin sees the pain in her eyes—the confusion, the sorrow.
But she quickly looks away, unable to hold his stare any longer.
Jimin’s heart clenches.
For the first time in what feels like forever, he’s unsure. His chest aches, as if something deep inside him is cracking, breaking apart.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he stands there, frozen, staring at the only woman who’s ever mattered to him—the only one who could make him feel this lost.
And as the room falls back into a heavy silence, Jimin knows that nothing will ever be the same again.
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The lounge was thick with tension. Taehyung and Jiwon were sitting on the couch, their eyes occasionally darting to the others around them. Taehyung’s face was mostly cleaned up now, though remnants of his earlier bruises remain.
His arm was bandaged, the white cloth now stained with blood. There are marks on his face—scratches and cuts from the brutal confrontation—but it’s his swollen, red eyes that make it clear just how much pain he had been through. His lips were bruised, and his posture was stiff, but he didn't dare show weakness as he sits there.
Across from them, Jimin stands rigidly, a few steps away from the couch, his posture tense. His knuckles were raw, the dried blood now cracking in uneven streaks across his hands.
The pain was there, sharp and relentless, but Jimin refuses to show it. He was focused entirely on something else—the storm in his chest that won’t settle, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.
Mr. and Mrs. Park was standing side by side in front of the couch, both silent, both absorbing the situation. And then, standing off to the side, Y/n stays far from the others, near the stairs. Her eyes keep flicking from one person to the next, but mostly, her gaze rested on Jimin’s bloodied knuckles.
Something in her stir—concern, maybe guilt, but something deep down pulled her towards him.
Without a word, she quietly stepped toward the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a soaked cloth in hand. She approaches him slowly, almost hesitantly, as if unsure whether she has the right to care anymore. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she called his name.
"J-Jimin?"
Jimin, already in the middle of his thoughts, looked back at her. He noticed the cloth in her hands, the way her fingers trembled. She didn't even look at him directly.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
Romance(Editing is going on) Y/n marries for her father's happiness but she doesn't know that her husband is a mafia. She also had a boyfriend in the past. What will happen when both of them find out about each other's secret? It's just a fanfiction.
