The silence in the penthouse was almost deafening.
Y/n sat on the large leather sofa in the living room, wrapped in a soft throw blanket. The dim lighting of the space made it feel even more isolated. The television in front of her flickered with colors as a movie played, but she wasn't really paying attention.
A bowl of snacks rested beside her, half-eaten. She would absentmindedly bring a chip to her mouth, chewing slowly, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.
The sound of laughter from the movie echoed in the empty room, contrasting the heavy thoughts weighing down on her.
Would he come back soon?
She let out a sigh, sinking further into the couch.
Her fingers traced the edges of the book lying on her lap—one she had tried to read but couldn’t focus on. Every time she turned a page, the words blurred together. The plot didn’t matter. Nothing did.
She picked up the remote and flipped through channels, hoping to find something that could take her mind off everything. But no matter what played on the screen, her thoughts kept pulling her back.
To Jimin.
To his words from last night.
"You are like a drug to me…"
"I can’t live away from you."
"I like you."
She shook her head, trying to push away the memory. He was drunk. He didn't mean it.
But deep down, a small voice whispered—what if he did?
She sighed again, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.
The book remained unread, and the movie continued playing.
Yet all she did was sit there, lost in her own thoughts, drowning in the chaos of her own mind.
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The penthouse was quiet, almost hauntingly so. It was 12:30 AM, and Y/n stood in the dimly lit lounge, facing the enormous glass wall. The lights of Paris twinkled in the distance, the city's beauty stretching far and wide beneath the dark sky. Yet, despite the breathtaking view, her thoughts were elsewhere.
Jimin still hadn't returned.
He had left in the morning, and she had spent the entire day waiting—waiting for a presence that never came.
She sighed, hugging herself lightly. The soft glow from a single lamp cast long shadows across the room. The silence was both comforting and suffocating.
Then—
Click.
The sound of the front door unlocking made her freeze. She turned slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him step inside.
Jimin.
Their eyes met in the dim light, but before she could react, she quickly turned back towards the glass wall, pretending to be absorbed in the city view.
She heard the soft thud of the door closing, followed by footsteps approaching her.
Slowly.
Unwavering.
She didn’t need to turn to know he was right behind her now. She could feel him—his warmth, his presence. In the reflection of the glass, she saw him standing close, hands tucked into his pockets, gaze locked onto her.
Then—
"Y/n."
His voice was low, deep, almost a whisper as he leaned in, his breath grazing the shell of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine, and instinctively, she turned to face him.
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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.
