He Has A Wife

47

• Still Y/N's P.O.V •

Silence filled the room.

I found myself seated opposite four people who had gathered on the other side of the couch. They were all huddled together on one side, while I sat alone on the opposite side.

As I fidgeted with my fingers, my face displayed a hint of nervousness. On the other hand, the expressions on the faces of the people sitting in front of me appeared determined.

The atmosphere remained tense, with nobody saying a word.

I couldn't stand the prolonged silence any longer, so I finally broke the ice.

"What is it that you have to tell me?" I asked, unable to conceal my impatience.

They exchanged uncertain glances with each other, clearly uncomfortable.

I furrowed my brow, growing confused by their behavior. "What's wrong?" I questioned again.

I tilted my head slightly, awaiting an explanation.

I noticed a small gulp escape from Taehyung as he appeared noticeably nervous.

"We have something to show you, Y/N." He finally spoke, his words hanging heavily in the air.

Curiosity piqued, I responded, "Hm, what is it?"

Hoseok's gaze fixed on me as he replied, "It's about Jimin."

A sudden pang of anxiety gripped my heart as it skipped a beat. I couldn't explain the feeling, but the realization that whatever revelations lay in store for me from these people in front of me...

It didn't feel good.

I forced a smile in response, even though my heart was filled with uncertainty.

"Oh... Um, what about him?" I managed to utter, trying to keep my voice steady.

Hoseok's next words hit me like a punch in the gut.

"Do you... Do you even have any idea what he used to do behind your back?"

The force of his statement sent shockwaves through me, visible in my expression.

Confusion, surprise, and pain intertwined on my face as I furrowed my brows, demanding an explanation.

"What... What are you talking about?" I demanded firmly, only to be met with further silence, "What's going on? Tell me."

They remained silent, leaving a heavy veil of tension in the air.

Time seemed to stand still as we sat across from each other, the silence hanging heavily.

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted when Yoongi placed a folder on the table in front of me.

Huh?

Deciding not to question it any further, my hand hesitated before reaching for the folder.

However, Namjoon's voice stopped me short. "I'm sorry, Y/N. But you deserve to know." He said.

That was all it took.

My eyebrows furrowed even more as I grasped the folder from the table and opened it.

It was then that my heart dropped into my stomach.

My eyes widened as I stared at the photographs spread across my lap and onto the carpet.

In most of the images, only the man's back and a glimpse of his side-profile were visible. I knew well enough not to question his identity.