Mine

Jungkook

I was ensconced in the leather chair of my dimly lit office, the weight of solitude pressing against me. There, amidst the silence and the towering piles of paperwork, my thoughts were consumed by the image of my little one.

Her laughter echoed in the recesses of my mind, her bright eyes flickered in the shadows of the room. She was like a persistent melody, one that I couldn't shake off, one that threatened to breach the walls I've painstakingly built around my heart.

For years, my heart has been a fortress, impenetrable and cold, a sanctuary from the chaos of emotions. Yet, she, with her innocent smiles and endearing quirks, has laid siege to those ramparts.

I've told myself time and again that I wouldn't succumb, that I wouldn't let anyone in. But how does one resist such pure affection, such genuine warmth?

In an attempt to distract myself, I retrieved my phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the turmoil within. I began to compose a message to another friend, seeking a reprieve from my own thoughts.

But as my fingers danced across the screen, the soft creak of the door interrupted me. I raised my eyes, and there, in the doorway, stood the very subject of my rumination.

I saw Jimin sauntering into my office, his easy smile lighting up the room.

"Hey man, what's up?" he greeted me casually.

"Just here, living the dream, you know," I replied, my tone nonchalant.

"Any news about Evelyn?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Haven't heard from her since that night at the restaurant," I confessed, a tinge of concern in my voice.

"I heard you went back to pick her up after dropping off your wife," Jimin mentioned, acknowledging my act of kindness.

"Yeah, couldn't leave her stranded, especially in that state," I explained, my sense of responsibility evident.

"I wanna ask you something," Jimin's tone shifted, his demeanor more serious.

I placed my phone on the desk, giving him my full attention, silently urging him to continue.

"Do you know her husband?" Jimin's question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

"Whose husband?" I feigned ignorance, knowing exactly who he meant but choosing not to reveal our connection.

"Evelyn's husband. Have you crossed paths with him before?" Jimin probed further, his gaze unwavering.

"I do," I admitted, the weight of the revelation settling between us.

As Jimin leaned closer, his elbow resting on my desk, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, he pressed on, "How do you know him?"

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I finally confessed,

"He's my younger brother..."

Evelyn

Ji-hoon's glare was lethal, a silent testament to the tumultuous thoughts that seemed to rage within him like a tempest.