𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

38. 𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

I reclined on my bed, my lips quivering, and my cries subdued, with closed eyes attempting to conceal the swirling emotions within. Not long ago, Junghyun paid me a visit in the absence of Jungkook.

I harbor an aversion to his presence, a fact even Jungkook acknowledges, so why then do tears escape my eyes? I hold no sentiment towards that deceiver!

It has been a week since Jungkook bid farewell to his father at the funeral, his sorrow palpable, intensifying if he catches me in a despondent state. I must remain composed, wearing a facade of cheer to lift his spirits.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, prompting me to swiftly brush away my tears, rising from the bed to find Jungkook standing wearily, his countenance marked by exhaustion.

"You're back. Dinner is ready. Freshen up and join me downstairs," I chimed with a gentle smile. He offered no verbal response, merely nodding before draping his coat over the couch.

The sadness clings to him still, his sole family member being his departed dad. I approached him, pouting with arms crossed over my chest, compelling him to gaze up at me, confusion etched on his features.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.

Once again, he seemed to ignore my need for a hug. I expressed my desire, and he obliged with a brief, gentle embrace before retreating to the washroom shortly after.

It's evident that he is still grappling with his emotions and needs time to regain his composure. I find myself at a loss, unsure of how to provide him with the support he requires during this period of melancholy.

With a heavy heart, I made my way downstairs to warm up our meal. The maids had already departed, leaving me in solitude once more. I proceeded to heat up the food, ensuring that it was served on two plates, one for each of us.

Eating alone felt particularly tiresome in his absence, and so I opted to wait for him before having my dinner. Taking a seat at the table, I rested my elbows on its surface and cradled my face with my hands. Impatiently tapping my feet, I anticipated his return.

"Are you ready to eat?" I inquired loudly, yet received no response from the staircase. Determined to beckon him for our meal, I rose from my chair to ascend the stairs.

Upon entering our room, I discovered him seated on the bed engrossed in his laptop. "Jungkook, it's time for dinner," I implored.

"I'm not hungry," came his chilling response, his words as cold as ice.

"At least you can sit with me while I eat," I suggested desperately.

"I don't want to," he replied, shifting his gaze to me, his doe eyes behind his spectacles boring a hole into my soul. "Did you understand? Go now."

"Jungkook? Is it really you?" I whispered.

I'm feeling hurt. I'm a human too.

I want to scream these words loudly because this whole week has been like torture to me. Eating with him, living with him, sleeping without him, and even he didn't come home for days. He is driving me crazy. I know he is sad, but what did I do to him? Why is he behaving like this towards me?

"I'm the same, go and have your dinner," he replied, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.

I sighed, ascended my steps to leave the room, and closed it behind me. I put the extra food in the refrigerator and took my plate upstairs to my room. At least I can watch him while eating so I don't feel alone.

I sat down on the couch, still looking at his face.He didn't acknowledge my presence as I entered the room carrying food.

Quite aloof.

After finishing my dinner, I proceeded downstairs to wash the dishes. Once that was completed, I returned to my room and lay down on the bed next to him.

He was still seated, engrossed in his laptop. I couldn't help but wonder what he was so focused on. When I tried to peek, he quickly changed tabs and teasingly asked, "Spying on me?"

"No, I wasn't," I replied, lying on my back. I turned around to face the wall instead.

"I'd rather stare at a wall than at his face," I muttered to myself.

I heard the sound of drawers opening and closing, but I didn't bother to look back, just closed my eyes.

"What are you searching for?" I inquired, still with closed eyes.

"My brain," he chuckled in response.

"Whose brain? Oh, I know! It's yours, isn't it?" I teased.

"Hmm..." he paused, then declared, "Found it."

He settled back on the bed next to me and asked, "Want to see?"

"No," I replied, covering my face with the blanket and switching off the lamp.

Jungkook's Perspective —

After hearing the news of my father's passing, I was initially shocked and overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. In such trying times, having a loving and supportive wife like Y/n by my side is truly a blessing.

As I tried to process my feelings, Y/n was there, offering her comforting presence. Despite my inner turmoil, I found solace in her unwavering support.

With a heavy heart, I set aside my work and retreated to the comfort of my bed, cocooned in the warmth of a soft duvet. The gentle snowfall outside served as a calming backdrop to my restless thoughts. It's a daily habit of mine to sleep shirtless, even in the chill of winter nights.

Reflecting on my recent behavior towards Y/n, I am filled with remorse for unintentionally causing her pain. In the midst of my own grief, I failed to properly express my emotions and inadvertently hurt hers.

Attempting to make amends, I pull her close to me, seeking solace in her presence. She responds with a mix of confusion and apprehension, voicing her concerns in a trembling tone.

As I hold her tightly, enveloping her in a protective embrace, I find comfort in the familiarity of her scent, her warmth, and the sound of her voice. Despite the tension between us, her mere presence brings a sense of peace and tranquility to my troubled mind.

Acknowledging the hurt I have caused with my past actions, I vow to work towards healing our bond and restoring the trust that has been shaken.

"I...", I started to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck in my mouth, unsure of how she would react once she heard them.

"What?", she turned her face towards me, her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at me.

"I'm... feeling...sorry," I paused, trying to find the right words.

She gazed at me for a moment, then turned her face back to the wall, loosening my grip on her waist.

Turning back towards me, she whispered, "I love you, Jungkook."

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