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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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The past couple months have been grueling.
Long days trying to crack the code to find out what deal Mr.kim made with our enemies and even longer nights interrogating pieces of shits for a name other than Kaya.
It's consumed everything—my time, my energy, and, worst of all, time I could have with her.
Kaya has finally decided to meet with Jimin and me tonight, another night away from my wife.
I used to keep her close in other ways—watching her on surveillance when I couldn't physically be with her, but even that has fallen by the wayside.
It wasn't just about seeing her. It was about memorizing her.
The way she moves when she thinks no one is watching, the way she tilts her head when she reads, the way her fingers linger at her lips when she's lost in thought.
I haven't been able to devour every detail of her, to trace the small moments that make her her—and the loss of that, of her, feels like starving.
Now, I only hear about her through Yeonjun's texts, brief updates that don't do her justice.
Every night, I carry her sleeping form upstairs, her body warm and against mine, but it's not enough.
For the past month, she hasn't even been on the couch.
Instead, she's already asleep in her room, the door closed, the space between us stretching further.
I haven't held her in weeks, and the ache of it is constant, gnawing at me in the quiet moments I can't ignore.
I send her flowers. I even left her a note a while back, a pathetic attempt to bridge the distance, but she hasn't called or texted.
I don't blame her.
The phone works both ways, and I've failed her as much as she's silent now.
Despite Yeonjun's assurances that she's fine, I know better.
I'm sure she's angry—she has every right to be.
And that anger, that growing silence, terrifies me more than any enemy we're about to face.
I sigh, sinking back into the passenger seat of Jimin's SUV as we head into enemy territory.
The weight of everything presses down on me—Mr.kim, Kaya, the war—and underneath it all, her.
Always her.
The thought of Y/n waiting for me, feeling abandoned, is a wound I can't seem to heal.
She's a light, the light in this dark, ruthless world, and yet I'm the one extinguishing it.
Jimin glances at me briefly, his brow furrowing. "You good?"
