His Other Side || Jeon Jungkook FF

Chapter 45: Turbulent

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Note: Listen to "Butterfly" by BTS for a better experience.

Yoon's Pov:

One year has passed.

One year has passed since I first met Jungkook. When our eyes met in the darkness of that alley.

A month has passed.

A whole month had passed since I last saw him.

A month of depression and sadness, endless thinking and the amount of questions that increases with every passing moment.

My hands rest on my knees as I'm sitting by the wide glass window, contemplating the vast structure of this big city.

The view from here would have brought comfort to my heart as I gazed at the beautiful city from the top of this luxurious penthouse. But now, given my condition, it only feels terrible.

Stuck in a terrible spiral.

No news about Jungkook. A whole month I didn't hear anything about him. Not because I can anyway.

But why didn't he come to me after Ney-hee told him the truth about what happened and the reason for my sudden leaving?...

Maybe he's waiting for the right time?...

But isn't a full month enough time already?...

I was patient since I had no way to communicate with him or anyone else after they took my personal phone from me and gave me another empty phone.

Why didn't I save Jungkook's number?...

I tried to remember Ney-hee's phone number, but to no avail. Her social media accounts are also gone, and this worries me the most because it is really strange.

I feel completely isolated, cut off from the world I know, and the sense of helplessness is overwhelming. My very attempt to reach out the people I know has been met with nothing but helplessness, making the situation feel even more dire.

"Yoon... are you ready?".

Suzy's affectionate voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see her elegantly dressed in a black formal suit, looking at me endearingly.

If Suzy hadn't been with me these past long days, I think I would have gone completely crazy.

My grandmother flatly refuses to give me any answers to my questions. I don't want to complicate things more than they already are.

Our company has been in a near-crisis state since my grandfather became ill and bedridden for over a month. I learned from Suzy that he was already suffering from extreme exhaustion and fatigue, and what made it worse was when he heard about my marriage and completely collapsed.

Although I'm only a catalyst for his debilitating state of health, I continue to feel terrible remorse. The weight of guilt and responsibility gnaws at me daily, amplifying my helplessness and despair that hangs over me like a dark cloud.

My tears always threaten to fall whenever I visit my grandfather in his room, where he lies bedridden. Surprisingly, he doesn't appear entirely upset with me. Unlike my grandmother, he engages with me playfully and we share many laughs, but he avoided deep conversations about that sensitive topic.

On the other hand, my grandmother seems overwhelmed with company affairs, barely sparing time to converse with me. I wonder if this is just another excuse for her to dodge our potentially confrontational discussions.