SILENT TEARS || JJK

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The garden at the Jeon mansion was so big, like a beautiful painting of calmness. There were lots of colorful flowers, moving gently in the wind, with the sun shining on them, making them look even more beautiful. Y/N sat there, all by herself, like a lonely figure surrounded by all this beauty. She was touching the petals of a rose, finding comfort in its delicate beauty.

But suddenly, her peaceful moment was interrupted by someone coming closer. Y/N got tense, her heart beating faster, but she didn't look back. She kept staring at the flower in front of her, trying to ignore the person approaching.

Then, a voice broke the silence, sharp and mean. It was Jungkook's stepmother, a woman who was beautiful but also very cruel. Her words felt like a dark cloud over Y/N's peaceful place.

"Look who we have here, the quiet princess of the Jeon family. What a surprise to see you here, ignoring your duties again."

Y/N felt even more tense hearing her stepmother's voice, like a wave of worry crashing over her.

"You know, Y/N, you should feel lucky to be married to someone like Jungkook. He could have anyone he wants, but he chose you, a quiet little doll."

Y/N stayed quiet, not saying anything, just holding onto the rose petals, trying to find some comfort.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Can't you talk?" Jungkook's stepmother's voice was full of sarcasm as she came closer, her steps slow and purposeful.

Y/N stayed quiet, trying hard not to show how much her stepmother's words hurt her.

"Or maybe you like being sad, surrounded by these silly flowers."

Y/N's hands tightened around the rose, trying to control the anger building up inside her.

"You're nothing but a burden to Jungkook. He deserves a wife who can talk, who can entertain his guests."

Y/N felt like she couldn't breathe, her stepmother's words hurting more than any physical pain.

"But instead, he's stuck with you. A quiet, emotionless doll who can't even smile for her husband."

Tears started to well up in Y/N's eyes, feeling the weight of her silent suffering.

"I always knew you were weak, Y/N. Couldn't even keep your husband satisfied, could you?"

Y/N's heart sank, feeling the shame of her mother's words burning inside her.

"What did you expect, marrying into a family like the Jeons? You were never good enough."

Y/N's grip on the rose tightened, trying to hold back the anger and sadness inside her.

"You're lucky Jungkook even keeps you around. But he'll get tired of you soon. Then what will you do?"

Y/N felt like she was suffocating, her mother's words crushing her spirit.

"You're nothing but a disappointment, Y/N."

With one last look of disdain, Y/N's mother walked away, leaving Y/N alone with her shattered heart and the painful echoes of her words.

[ Time skip ]

Y/N stood in the expansive bedroom, a space that was more like a luxurious apartment with its own kitchen and bathroom. Despite its opulence, the room felt empty, devoid of the warmth and intimacy that should have filled it.

With a blank expression, Y/N moved around the kitchen area, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband. Her movements were precise, almost robotic, as she went through the motions of cracking eggs, flipping pancakes, and brewing coffee.