My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 19: Veiled Truths & Unseen Paths|

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the messages lighting up her phone screen. The unfamiliar number paired with a tone that felt oddly familiar sent a shiver down her spine. Who could be reaching out to her like this?

She hesitated, torn between ignoring the messages and confronting the sender. Each option seemed to carry its own set of risks, and Y/N's mind buzzed with questions, fueling her growing unease.

Jungkook noticed the furrow in Y/N's brow as she focused on her phone, concern creeping into his voice. "Is everything alright?" he inquired gently.

Y/N wrestled with the decision of whether to share her worries with Jungkook. She didn't want to trouble him unnecessarily, but the feeling of unease weighed heavily on her mind.

"It's nothing," she replied, her attempt at a smile feeling strained.

Jungkook's concern deepened, his brow furrowing further. "Are you sure?" he pressed, his tone filled with genuine care.

Y/N paused, grappling with conflicting thoughts. "Yes, it's fine," she finally managed, though the unease lingered in her voice.

In her mind, a flicker of determination sparked. I need to find out who this is, she resolved, unwilling to burden Jungkook until she had more information.

Jungkook nodded understandingly, though a hint of worry remained in his eyes. "Alright, but don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything," he offered, his reassurance a comforting presence

Y/N forced a smile, grateful for his understanding as she turned her attention back to her phone.

Y/N's heart raced as she continued to stare at the messages on her phone screen. The mysterious texts seemed to multiply, each one adding to her sense of unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, and the urge to confront the sender grew stronger with each passing moment.

With a deep breath, she made a decision. She couldn't ignore this any longer. Steeling herself, she tapped out a response to the unknown number, her fingers trembling slightly with a mix of apprehension and determination.

"Who is this?" she typed, her message short and to the point.

As she waited for a reply, a new message popped up almost instantly.

"You forgot about me? How can you?" it read.

Y/N's confusion deepened. Who could this be? She furrowed her brow in thought, trying to recall any past encounters that might explain the message.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't save your number. Can you please tell me who's this?" she replied, hoping for a clearer answer.

The response came quickly, filled with frustration.

"This is upsetting! Try to guess!" the sender demanded.

Y/N sighed, feeling increasingly flustered by the cryptic exchange.

"I'm sorry," she typed, her fingers hesitating over the keys. "I genuinely don't know."

Another message appeared, this one carrying a hint of exasperation.

"It's me, silly. I am your hope, you're my hope... I'm... Jhope."

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief as realization dawned on her. Jhope? The stranger who wanted to be Y/N's best friend from the very first day.

"I'm so sorry, Jhope," she typed, with a mixture of embarrassment and relief flooding through her. "I didn't recognize your number!"