FREVOR

30

Jin ah pov:

I woke up, my body aching and my mind hazy. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window. I turned my head, trying to get my bearings, and that’s when I saw him.

Taehyung was sitting in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand. The shadows played across his face, highlighting the cold, unreadable expression he wore so well. He looked up, and our eyes met. For a moment, neither of us moved.

The events of the previous night came rushing back, and I felt a fresh wave of anger and helplessness wash over me. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much I hated him, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I sat up slowly, pulling the covers tighter around me.

"Why are you drinking?" I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and strained.

He took a slow sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving mine. "Does it matter?" he replied, his tone cold and detached.

I wanted to argue, to demand answers, but I wasn't in the mood. I felt too drained, too exhausted. So I said nothing, turning away from him.

"Go get freshened up. We're going out for dinner," he said, his voice commanding. "You must be hungry."

Without a word, I stood up and headed to the bathroom. Inside, I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, my hair a tangled mess. I splashed some water on my face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night. When I felt somewhat more composed, I opened the door and stepped back into the room.

That's when I saw it. Laid out neatly on the bed was a dress—a beautiful, elegant evening gown in a deep shade of emerald green. It shimmered softly in the dim light, the fabric looking almost too delicate to touch. Beside it, there was a pair of Saint Laurent heels, their sleek black design contrasting sharply with the softness of the dress.