In Another's Skin

His Embered Muse.

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of intense scenes, including sexual content. Please read at your own risk and ensure you are in a safe space to engage with these subjects.

Chapter may contain mature content if you're not interested in this you can skip the parts, there's one warning given for extra mature content but for the rest i hope you don't feel uncomfortable. If so you're free to skip. Thankyou.
Sincerely,
ParkAaimin.

Chapter 17: (Aaira's pov)

Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly, a tender and lingering kiss that conveyed his love and concern.

Jungkook: I'm going downstairs. I have a meeting. Please don't disturb me for some hours, and try to sleep well.

I nodded, managing a weak smile as I looked down, the regret of confronting the truth was still there. I watched as he gathered his things and left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. I lay back against the pillows. Though I had smiled for Jungkook, my heart was still bleeding internally with regret over my visit to the basement.

As I stared at the ceiling, the events of the past few days played in my mind like a cruel, relentless loop. I wished I could turn back time, erase the questions I had asked, the answers I had received. But I knew that was impossible. The only way forward was to confront the truth and find a way to move past it.

I turned to my side, clutching the soft sheets closer, my mind wandered to Jungkook downstairs, likely already immersed in his work. I felt a pang of guilt for burdening him with my situation, for not being able to share the truth with him.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each second stretching into an eternity. I closed my eyes, willing myself to find some rest, but sleep eluded me. The scent of jasmine filled the room, a gentle reminder of the calmness I craved but couldn't quite grasp.

After what felt like hours, I finally decided to get up, his meeting must have been over, then why was he not here, yet. Staying in bed, surrounded by my thoughts, was driving me mad. I needed a distraction, something to occupy my mind. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, feeling slightly dizzy but still I didn't stay back.

I walked to the window and looked out, at the night sky. The sun had dropped completely as the moon had already hovered over. The view was beautiful, there were so many stars in the sky, tears dripped down my eyes restlessly without any control. I took a deep breath, letting the cool air wash over me, to wash over my tears, but no use.

I glanced back at the trolley Jungkook had brought in earlier, the teapot was still warm. I poured myself another cup of tea and took a sip. The tea helped to calm my nerves, even if just a little.

As I sipped my tea, my thoughts turned to the basement again. The questions I had asked, the answers I had received. I knew I couldn't avoid it forever.

I was startled from my reverie by a small, familiar figure at the corner of the room. Annabelle, our fluffy white cat, sat there, her big blue eyes watching me intently. I called her to me.

Aaira: Annabelle, come here, girl.

She quickly trotted over, her soft fur brushing against my legs. I picked her up and hugged her close. She nuzzled her head against my face, her whiskers tickling my skin as she tried to wipe away my tears. I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her sweet gesture.

Aaira: Oh, Annabelle, what would I do without you?

She purred in response, her tiny body vibrating with each gentle rumble. I held her a little tighter, giving her a peck on the forehead.