SILENT TEARS || JJK

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Y/n's heart pounded with fear as the secretary reached for the bathroom door handle, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. But just as the door was about to open, a commanding voice echoed through the train cabin, causing both the secretary and his bodyguards to freeze in their tracks.

"Stop!" The sudden interruption caused them to turn around, their faces registering surprise as they were confronted by a middle-aged woman standing defiantly before them.

"What are you doing? Do you guys have any manners?" The woman's voice held an edge of righteous indignation as she admonished them for their intrusion.

Undeterred, the secretary attempted to justify their actions, stating, "Please don't disturb us, ma'am. We're searching for someone."

But the woman was having none of it. With a steely resolve, she looked them straight in the eye and delivered a bold lie. "If you want to find someone, then go ahead and search. But inside that bathroom is my daughter."

The secretary's expression faltered for a moment, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected turn of events. Sensing their hesitation, the woman pressed on, her tone unwavering as she insisted, "Leave her be. She's done nothing wrong."

With a resigned sigh, the secretary reluctantly released his grip on the door handle, conceding defeat in the face of the woman's unwavering determination. With a curt nod, he signaled to his bodyguards, and they made their way out of the train cabin without another word.

The tension in the air dissipated, replaced by a palpable sense of relief. The woman watched them go, her gaze lingering on the closed door with a mixture of satisfaction and concern.

Turning her attention back to the bathroom, she gently rapped her knuckles against the wooden surface, her voice soft and reassuring. "Dear, please open the door. They're gone now."

Y/n was scared and confused. "Please dear... Don't be scared"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her hand trembling as she reached for the lock. With a deep breath, she turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, her eyes brimming with tears as she stepped out into the cabin.

"Don't be scared," the woman said gently, her voice laced with compassion as she reached out to offer Y/n a comforting hand. "You're safe now."

Y/n looked at the woman with tear-filled eyes, her heart still racing with the residual fear from her recent ordeal. The woman's gentle demeanor offered a glimmer of solace in the midst of her turmoil, and Y/n found herself drawn to the warmth and kindness reflected in her eyes.

"Come," the woman said softly, leading Y/n to a nearby train seat. Y/n sat down, her hands trembling as she tried to compose herself, her mind still reeling from the events that had transpired.

Sensing her distress, the woman offered her a bottle of water. "Drink," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Y/n accepted the water gratefully, taking small sips to quell the dryness in her throat as the train began to move.

As Y/n calmed herself, the woman watched her intently, her eyes filled with empathy and concern. "Who are they? And why are you scared of them?" she asked, her voice soft but probing.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the question, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to find the words to explain her situation. The memories of Jungkook and his relentless pursuit loomed large in her mind, and she felt a fresh wave of fear wash over her.

"He... My husband,.. he sent them after me," Y/n continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I couldn't... I couldn't bear to stay with him any longer."