Dear Loves
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Ash Kim
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Jennie's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed , my heart racing with nerves as I mustered the courage to speak up. Y/N was working on her laptop, seemingly engrossed in her tasks. After a moment, I cleared my throat, catching her attention.
Um, Y/N... about last night... I wanted to talk to you,
I began, my voice wavering slightly. Y/N turned towards me, her expression soft and attentive.
Of course, what is it?
she responded, her voice calm and reassuring. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts.
I just wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to react that way. I know I hurt you, and I feel terrible about it,
I confessed, my gaze dropping to the floor. Y/N offered me a gentle smile, her eyes filled with understanding.
Jennie, it's okay. I understand it was a tough night for both of us,
she said, her voice comforting. Despite her reassurance, I couldn't shake off the guilt weighing on my chest.
But still, I shouldn't have acted impulsively like that. And now your cheek is swollen...
I trailed off, my voice filled with regret. Y/N reached out, touching her cheek gently.
It's not your fault, Jennie. And don't worry about the swelling, I'll be fine,
she assured me, her words soothing. Determined to make amends, I stood up, my resolve firm.
No, I want to help. Let me get you something for it,
I insisted, determination driving me forward. Y/N's expression softened, gratitude shining in her eyes.
That's really thoughtful of you, Jennie,
she said, her voice filled with warmth. I felt a pang of guilt as I rushed to the kitchen to fetch the ice pack. When I returned to the bedroom, Y/n stretched out her hand to take it, but I hesitated.
No, let me do it. I'm the one who hurt you,
I insisted, my voice filled with remorse as I gently pushed Y/N's hand away from the ice pack. Y/N nodded in understanding, her expression softening with gratitude.
Okay, if you insist,
she agreed, placing her laptop aside and moving to the edge of the bed.
Feeling a mixture of nerves and determination, I stood between Y/N's legs, my heart pounding in my chest. As I looked at her cheek more closely, I couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me. This was all my fault.
Carefully, I brought the ice pack to Y/N's cheek, but as soon as it made contact, Y/N flinched in pain. Guilt flooded me once again as I quickly withdrew the ice pack, apologizing profusely.
I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you,
I said, my voice filled with regret as I looked into her eyes. Y/N offered me a reassuring smile, her words comforting.
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My Cold Wife
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