𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✔

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After two more days in Mauritius, our time on the island came to an end. The journey back to Korea was long and exhausting. As the plane touched down in Seoul, I felt a mix of relief and apprehension. Our honeymoon had been a strange, silent ordeal, and now we were returning to the reality of our complicated marriage.

Jungkook and I collected our luggage and headed home. The familiar sights of the city were comforting, but a sense of unease lingered. Our apartment building loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the tropical paradise we had just left. As we approached the entrance, Jungkook checked the mailbox and found a letter inside.

"What's this?" he said, holding up the envelope.

We entered the apartment and sat at the kitchen table. Jungkook opened the envelope, revealing a letter from my father. My heart sank as he began to read it aloud.

"Dear Jungkook, I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to meet with you at my office as soon as possible. Please come alone and do not bring Jisoo with you. Best regards, Mr. Kim."

I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. My father's letters were never a good sign. I knew his intentions were always strict and unyielding. What did he want to discuss with Jungkook? Why was he insisting that I stay away?

Jungkook folded the letter and looked at me, his expression was unreadable. "I guess I'll have to go to see him tomorrow," he said quietly.

I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Yes, it seems so."

We sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of the letter pressing down on us. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. Was my father unhappy with our marriage? Was he planning something drastic? The uncertainty was indeed unbearable.

Jungkook stood up and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Jisoo. I'll handle it. I'm sure it's nothing too serious."

I forced a smile, but inside I was far from convinced. My father was not a man to be taken lightly. His decisions were final, and his expectations were always high. I had no idea what he wanted with Jungkook, but I knew it couldn't be good.

I excused myself and went to our room, needing some time alone to process everything. As I closed the door behind me, my thoughts spiraled into a frenzy of overthinking. Why did my father want to meet with Jungkook alone? What was he planning? The questions were relentless, each one adding to my growing sense of dread.

I sat on the bed, staring at the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. The memories of my father's strictness and control came flooding back. He had always made decisions for me, never allowing me to have a say in my own life. Marrying Jungkook was one of those decisions, and now it seemed he had another plan in mind.

Hours passed, and I was still lost in my thoughts when Jungkook knocked on the door. "Jisoo, are you okay?"

I took a deep breath and tried to sound composed. "I'm fine, just thinking."

He opened the door and came in, sitting beside me on the bed. "I know you're worried, but I'll make sure everything is alright. Your father can be intimidating, but I can handle him."

I appreciated his attempt to comfort me, but it did little to ease my anxiety. My father was more than just intimidating; he was a force of nature, always getting what he wanted. And now, he wanted something from Jungkook.

The night was restless. I tossed and turned, unable to shake the feeling of impending doom. Jungkook slept soundly beside me, his presence a small comfort amidst my turmoil. I envied his ability to remain calm, to face my father with such confidence.

When morning came, Jungkook prepared to leave for my father's office. He dressed neatly, his expression determined. "I'll be back soon," he said, giving me a reassuring smile.

"Be careful," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

As the door closed behind him, I felt a pang of loneliness. The apartment was too quiet, the silence amplifying my fears. I tried to distract myself with chores, but my mind kept drifting back to the letter, to the meeting that was happening without me.

Time seemed to crawl. Every minute felt like an hour, each second dragging on with no end in sight. I couldn't focus on anything, my thoughts consumed by what was happening at my father's office. What was he saying to Jungkook? What decisions were being made that would affect our lives?

The uncertainty was torture. I hated being kept in the dark, not knowing what was going on. My father's control extended even to this moment, dictating the terms of my life without my input. It was infuriating, and yet, I felt powerless to do anything about it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open. Jungkook stepped inside, looking tired but relieved. He smiled at me, but there was a hint of something in his eyes that I couldn't quite place.

"What did he say?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Jungkook sighed and sat down beside me. "He had a lot to say, but everything's fine. He just wanted to discuss some things about our future."

I felt a mixture of relief and frustration. My father's interference was unwelcome, but at least it wasn't as dire as I had feared. Still, the fact that he had gone behind my back to talk to Jungkook left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Why didn't he want me there?" I asked, unable to keep the hurt out of my voice.

Jungkook hesitated, then shook his head. "He thought it would be easier to talk to me alone. He wanted to make sure I understood my responsibilities as your husband."

I looked away, feeling a wave of resentment towards my father. His need to control everything extended even to my marriage, dictating the terms of my relationship with Jungkook. It was suffocating.

But there was nothing I could do. I had to accept it, to find a way to navigate this complicated situation. Jungkook was trying his best to make things work, and I owed it to him to at least try to meet him halfway.

For now, we were back home, back to our routines and our silent struggles. The future was uncertain, but we would face it together. I just hoped that, somehow, we could find a way to build a life that was truly ours, free from my father's shadow.