"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•Hearts shatter like fragile glass, leaving behind shards of memories that cut deeper than any blade•
🎀•Chapter Twenty-One•🎀
Y/N sighed heavily as she made her way down the stairs towards the kitchen, her head pounding with the beginnings of a dreadful migraine. The stress of the past few days had taken a toll on her, both physically and emotionally.
As she reached the kitchen, she heard her mother's voice calling out from the hall. "Y/N!"
"Yes, Mama?" she responded, her voice tinged with fatigue.
"Make some tea. Guests are here!" her mother instructed, the urgency in her tone clearly conveying the importance of the situation.
Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. Guests? She couldn't recall any planned visits or gatherings. Nonetheless, she dutifully set about preparing a tray of tea and some light refreshments, her fingers working with practiced ease despite her weary state.
Once the tray was ready, Y/N took a deep breath and made her way toward the main hallway, where the guests were undoubtedly waiting. As she reached the entrance, she carefully placed the tray on the table, her eyes still focused on the task at hand.
But as she raised her gaze to greet the guests, Y/N felt the blood drain from her face. Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and disbelief as she recognized the person sitting before her.
The cup in her hand trembled slightly as a million thoughts raced through her mind. What was he doing here? After all these years, why had he chosen now to make an appearance?
Y/N swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling constricted. She opened her mouth, but the words seemed to catch in her throat, leaving her speechless in the face of this unexpected visitor.
Y/N was taken aback as the older woman reached out to embrace her. "Oh hey Y/N!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with affected sweetness.
"Look at you poor baby, you've lost so much weight... I remember you being all bubbly and chubby. You look so weak right now..." she cooed, her hands gently cupping Y/N's face.
Y/N's eyes, however, remained fixed on the man sitting beside the lady, a forced smile plastered on his face. The sight of him filled her with a mixture of discomfort and annoyance.
"I-I'll bring the rest of the things," Y/N mumbled, backing away from the lady's hug. She quickly turned and hurried back to the kitchen, her hands shaking as she grabbed another tray full of snacks.
As she placed the tray on the table, the lady reached out and grasped Y/N's wrist. "Sit with me, Y/N!" she exclaimed, a hint of command in her tone.
Exhaling sharply, Y/N reluctantly took a seat on the opposite side, her gaze once again finding the man's face. "Hello, Auntie Noura," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
