My Sister's Husband | Jikook ✔️

Chapter 42

Iseul stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and guilt. The events of the night swirled in her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on her next move. She had to act normal, at least until she figured out what to do. She walked into the hotel lobby, her steps slow and deliberate.

As she reached the door of their room, she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the encounter with Yoongi. She opened the door quietly, hoping he was already asleep. Instead, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his face etched with concern.

"Iseul," Yoongi said, standing up as soon as he saw her. "Where have you been? I was worried sick."

Iseul forced a tired smile. "I'm sorry, Yoongi. I just needed some air, to clear my head."

Yoongi stepped closer, his eyes scanning her face. "It's late. You should have told me. I would have gone with you, you're pregnant."

Iseul shook her head, trying to keep her voice steady. "I needed to be alone. I had a lot to think about."

Yoongi's expression softened, but the worry in his eyes remained. "I understand, but you scared me. I kept calling and texting. You didn't answer."

"I left my phone on silent," Iseul lied smoothly. "I didn't want any distractions."

Yoongi sighed, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Iseul, you can talk to me. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Iseul's heart clenched with guilt. She buried her face in his shoulder, wishing she could tell him everything. But the truth was too dangerous, and she couldn't afford to lose control now. "I know, Yoongi. Thank you."

He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Let's get some rest. We can talk more in the morning."

She nodded, grateful for the reprieve. "Yeah, that sounds good."

As they prepared for bed, Iseul's mind raced with plans and possibilities. She had to figure out a way to deal with the mess she had created. She couldn't afford any more slip-ups. For now, she would keep up the facade, pretending everything was normal.

Yoongi watched her with a worried expression as they settled into bed. He reached out, taking her hand. "Iseul, whatever it is, we'll get through it. Together."

Iseul squeezed his hand, tears threatening to spill. "I know, Yoongi. I just need some time to sort things out."

He nodded, pulling her close. "Take all the time you need. I'm here for you."

As Yoongi's breathing evened out, signaling that he had fallen asleep, Iseul stayed awake, her mind working furiously. She had to find a way to cover her tracks, to ensure that no one could link her to what had happened with Namjoon.

She thought about her next moves, about how she could manipulate the situation to her advantage. She needed to be careful, to make sure that no one suspected her. The stakes were too high, and she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

As the night wore on, Iseul's resolve hardened. She would do whatever it took to protect herself, to ensure that her secrets remained hidden. She couldn't let anyone bring her down, not now, not ever.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep, her mind still buzzing with plans and contingencies. Her sleep was restless, her mind unable to quiet itself. As she finally drifted into a deeper slumber, her subconscious took over, making a vivid and unsettling dream.

In the dream, Iseul found herself in a grand, beautiful room filled with luxurious furniture and decorations. The air was thick with tension. She looked down and realized she was wearing a pristine white dress, her hands trembling. She turned to see Jungkook standing a few feet away, his expression cold and distant.