The night was quiet, the only sound in the room being the occasional rustling of the curtains as a soft breeze slipped through the slight gap in the window.
Y/n sat on the bed, absentmindedly smoothing out the sheets, her mind heavy with thoughts. It had been hours since Jimin left, and he still hadn't returned.
Where is he? The question lingered in her mind, but she knew she wouldn’t get an answer tonight. With a weary sigh, she lay down on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
The silence of the room pressed down on her, amplifying the thoughts running wild in her head. But eventually, exhaustion won over, and her eyelids grew heavier until she drifted into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, the door creaked open. The dim light from the hallway barely illuminated the figure that stumbled inside. Jimin.
His steps were uneven, his balance off. The strong scent of alcohol clung to him as he made his way toward the bed, his head spinning. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto the mattress, his body falling face-first onto the soft sheets, his back rising and falling with every uneven breath.
Y/n remained undisturbed, lost in deep slumber.
Jimin, his mind clouded by the liquor, turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on Y/n’s peaceful face. For a moment, his eyes softened, his heart clenching at the sight of her.
Slowly, as if drawn to her, he lifted his hand, the back of his fingers brushing against her cheek. Her skin was warm, soft, untouched by the storm raging inside him.
"You are so beautiful… just like the moon," he murmured, his voice low, thick with exhaustion and alcohol. His fingers traced the faint tear stains on her skin, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips.
"But… you also have marks like the moon has."
His touch lingered for a second longer before he withdrew his hand, his body growing heavier. He let out a humorless chuckle, his eyes fluttering closed.
"I trusted you... but not anymore."
His voice was barely a whisper now, lost in the quiet of the night. His breath evened out, his body succumbing to sleep.
Y/n remained unaware, her dreams untouched by the drunken confession of the man lying beside her.
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The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/n’s eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light.
She blinked a few times before turning her head to the side—but the space beside her was empty.
Her fingers lightly brushed against the sheets, feeling the coldness of the untouched fabric. Did Jimin come last night or not?
The thought immediately surfaced in her mind. She vaguely remembered stirring in her sleep, sensing a presence near her, but now, there was no sign of him.
With a small sigh, she sat up, stretching her arms before sliding out of bed. Pushing aside the lingering questions, she made her way to the washroom to freshen up.
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The scent of freshly brewed tea and warm toast filled the air as she descended the staircase. The house was peaceful, with only the faint clinking of utensils breaking the silence.
As she stepped into the dining area, her eyes landed on Mr. and Mrs. Park, seated at the table, having breakfast. They looked up briefly at her entrance, offering her a small nod of acknowledgment.
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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓
RomantikY/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.
