𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓

Chapter 32 |The End|

The plane ride back to Korea was quiet. Y/n sat by the window, her face turned away, lost in her thoughts. The city of love had become a nightmare for her. The twinkling lights of Paris, which once felt magical, now only reminded her of terror, blood, and pain. She never wanted to step foot there again.

Jimin sat beside her, one arm resting on the armrest while the other hand loosely held hers. He hadn't let go since they boarded the plane, as if afraid she would slip away from him. He knew she wasn't ready to talk about it yet.

She hadn't spoken much since that night. She didn't cry anymore, but that was what worried him the most. Her silence.

Every now and then, he would glance at her, but she never turned to meet his eyes. Instead, she kept staring out the window, her fingers gripping the edge of her sweater.

Jimin sighed softly and squeezed her hand. "We're almost home," he whispered.

She nodded but didn't say anything.

~~~

As soon as they landed, Y/n felt a strange relief wash over her. The familiar air, the sounds of people speaking Korean, the knowledge that she was home-it all made her feel slightly safer.

But the fear inside her didn't go away.

Jimin's car was already waiting outside the airport. He placed a gentle hand on her lower back, guiding her toward it. His touch was careful, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid she would break.

The drive to the house was silent.

When they finally arrived at the grand entrance of the Park mansion, his parents were already waiting for them. His mother smiled warmly, stepping forward to greet them.

"Oh, you're back already?" she said, her eyes scanning their faces. "Didn't you two say you'd stay for a few weeks?"

Jimin forced a small chuckle. "Work got busy. I had to come back earlier than planned."

His father nodded in understanding. "That's the life of a businessman. Always responsibilities."

Y/n stood quietly beside Jimin, her hands clasped in front of her. She smiled politely, but it didn't reach her eyes. She wasn't ready to pretend everything was normal.

Jimin noticed. Without a word, he placed a hand on the small of her back, a silent promise that he was there.

She looked up at him for the first time since they left Paris. He gave her a reassuring nod, and somehow, in that moment, she felt like she could breathe again.

They were back home, but Jimin knew this wasn't the end. The nightmares had followed them back.

~~~

Two weeks later.

It was night time. At that moment he was sitting in his bedroom, scrolling on his phone. The lights in the room were off but only the red light was on, making the whole room red.

When the door opened and Y/n came in. He raised his head and looked at her and asked, "Are the parents gone?" "Yes, they are both gone, and will probably return late." Y/n said, and went over to the dressing table.

Jimin nodded yes, but looked back at Y/n's words. "Why don't you forgive Jiwon?" Y/n said, looking at Jimin through the glass. Jimin's face turned cold. "I will not forgive her." He says.

"But she didn't know that Taehyu..-" her words were cut off when Jimin said, "Shut up. You are very worried about both of them. As life goes, let it go. And you come here." He tells Y/n and she comes to him.