As you carefully set the items on the dining table, your eyes unintentionally fall upon the newspapers, the headlines boldly announcing the marriage of Commander Jeon and Shim Yona. The wedding, attended by high-profile figures including the dictator of Korea and ministers, receives attention and blessings, making it a prominent news story across the country. The photographs of the newlyweds grace the pages, capturing a moment of happiness that seems to have stirred mixed emotions among the populace.
The headline that catches your eye is about Jeon Jungkook's promotion to the position of Chief Officer Commander following the successful wedding. The news, spreading far and wide, elicits varied reactions - some filled with joy, while others remain indifferent or harbor fears.
Your response to the news is marked by a sigh of relief, knowing that this man is now off the hook from your life. However, an undercurrent of bitterness lingers within you. Despite the havoc he wreaked upon your family, he now wears a smile of contentment, relishing in the joy of a happy married life. The temptation to shatter that smile and disrupt his peace is strong, but a greater responsibility holds you back.
In your hands, you hold the protection and legacy of Hoseok - the sacrifice he made for you and Ami. His last words echo in your mind, urging you to safeguard your daughter and uphold the promise he entrusted to you. Despite the turmoil within, the determination to fulfill Hoseok's wishes steels your resolve, setting a path forward amidst the complexities of emotions and revenge.
Dropping the newspaper on the couch, you proceed with your chores, almost on autopilot. Your focus diverts as you rush into the store room, only to unexpectedly collide with Jimin. A hiss escapes your lips as you rub your forehead in pain.
"Are you okay?" Concern immediately etches Jimin's face as he reaches out to touch your forehead, his expression mirroring Hoseok's worried gaze. A fleeting moment of confusion overtakes you, and you recoil, denying Jimin any further contact. Hoseok's image fades, replaced once again by Jimin's worried face.
"I'm fine," you respond tersely, your tone laced with an undeniable coldness.
The warmth in Jimin's expression diminishes as your coldness pierces through him. A day has passed since the incident, yet you remain distant and cold. Jimin's heart aches with the weight of your indifference, and he attempts to say more, but you turn away, walking away from him without a second glance. The echoes of sorrow linger in his heart as he watches you retreat, longing for a connection that seems elusive in the wake of recent events.
Jimin clenches his fists, an internal battle of pain and regret reflecting in his eyes as he watches you.
"I'm sorry Y/n," The whispered apology escapes his lips, a desperate plea for understanding from your distant figure.
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Meanwhile, you huff, gripping the chair for support. Touching your forehead, you close your eyes, grappling with the unexpected surge of emotions. The collision with Jimin brought forth memories of Hoseok, their actions overlapping in your mind. Tears well up as you recall the way Hoseok would instantly respond to your pain with the same concerned eyes that Jimin now mirrored.
Gripping the chair tighter, you attempt to push thoughts of Jimin aside. You shake your head, determined to focus on the task at hand. Cleaning the store room becomes a methodical process. Every item is meticulously arranged on the shelves, waste papers and broken items collected and disposed of in a sack. The physical activity serves as a distraction, a way to momentarily escape the tangled emotions swirling within you.
You grab the waste cloth, determined to complete the cleaning task. Observing dust on the rack shelf, you spot a chair, place it on the floor, and climb up. Once you feel secure, you begin to clean the shelf. A stream of dust fills the air, making you cough and groan. Pushing through, you quicken your pace, aiming to finish the job swiftly. Standing on your tiptoes, you reach for the shelf's distant corners. In the attempt, you slip, losing balance, and let out a scream, flailing your arms before crashing onto the floor. The impact leaves your ankle and back throbbing with pain.
Groaning, you sit on the floor, attempting to grasp your injured ankle. Jimin rushes in upon hearing your scream, joined by maids and guards, all curious about the commotion. Mrs. Park enters, gasping at the sight of you holding your legs.
"Oh my god! Y/n, are you okay?" Mrs. Park exclaims. Jimin crouches down, carefully examining your knees.
Jimin crouches down, attentively examining your knees.
"It's fine, I can handle it," You insist it's fine, attempting to push his hands away, but your attempt results in another fall. Quickly, Jimin secures your waist, preventing further damage to your wounds.
"I don't think you are fine. Let me carry you to the bed. I will call the doctor," he states with a serious tone. Initially hesitant, you eventually nod in agreement.
"Inform the head doctor," Jimin instructs one of the butlers.
Wrapping his right arm around your waist and placing his left hand below your knees, he lifts you up. Holding onto his neck for support, you look at him with a mixture of emotions. Carefully, Jimin carries you away from the room, heading straight to your bedroom.
Mrs. Park can't help but giggle as she covers her mouth, watching her son with admiration. The maids around her gasp in shock, as they've never witnessed their master actively helping any staff, especially during an emergency. Typically, he arranges for a doctor, but personal involvement is unheard of, except when it comes to you, demonstrating a depth of care that surprises everyone.
"Mam, I think Young Master cares for Miss Y/n," one of the maids unintentionally whispers, not realizing she's speaking directly to Mrs. Park.
"Of course, she's important. Now, go and work," Mrs. Park says loudly, clearing her throat and giving the maid a stern look. The maid gasps, bowing multiple times in apology, and hastily rushes away from the scene.
Mrs. Park chuckles, shaking her head, and walks away, enjoying the amusing turn of events.
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Jimin gently places you down on your bed, and you let out a slight hiss while trying to straighten your ankle. Observing your discomfort, Jimin kneels on the floor, holding your feet, and carefully tightening his grip to gauge your reaction. You wince and whine in pain as he increases the pressure.
"You're hurt, but I think it's just a sprain. Your bones are not broken," he reassures you. However, Jimin's hands start to tremble as he senses something unusual beneath your feet. Lifting your foot, he tries to catch a glimpse of the previously burned flesh from Jungkook's torture. You notice his focused gaze on your injury and attempt to pull your legs away, but Jimin holds them sternly, not allowing you to escape. His fingers trace the dried wounds and scars etched into your feet, and his face shows signs of anguish as he confronts the harrowing scene.
"You don't have to worry about that. Its nothing-"
"How could he?" Jimin growls, his body vibrating with a mixture of pain and anger. Tears flow from his eyes unknowingly as he envisions the torture you might have endured under Jungkook's captivity.
You gasp, witnessing the man before you overwhelmed with a storm of hurt and fury. It strikes you deeply, realizing that someone is shedding tears for you after Hoseok and your mother. Why would a man cry for a widow like you? Tears well up in your eyes as you observe him.
"The doctor will come in minutes, he will bandage your ankle and give you some medications," Jimin says, wiping his tears away, and quickly leaves the room, not wanting you to witness him in this emotional state.
As he exits, you're left with the question lingering in your mind, "Why? Why are you crying for a woman like me?" you whisper to the empty room.
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