Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 38

LEENA'S POV 💍

The silence in the car was suffocating, like a thick fog that neither of us could cut through.

Yoongi's hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his knuckles white against the black leather. He hadn't said a word since we left the house, and I wasn't about to break the silence.

I stared out the window, watching the city blur by, pretending I didn't notice the way his jaw clenched every few minutes, or the way his eyes flickered toward me, just for a second, before snapping back to the road.

"Why are you stealing glances at me?" I asked when he rolled his eyes

"So menly behaviour" i mocked

"I don't think you need proof of my Masculinity as you know enough" he spoke with his calm voice and made me shiver up.

"How excited you are for the Honeymoon?" I changed the topic and Realised I did even worse. Kim Leena, learn to say nothing..

"Exciting"

"Yes indeed Exciting.. Tell me honestly, You ain't plotting my murder right??"

"I'd love to"

"You're scary"

"But you're not scared" He smiled

"Yeah I don't know why? But I don't feel scared of you. I just wanna know you more"

"You should not"

I sighed "i know"

We were supposed to be heading to our honeymoon-Paris, of all places. It was almost laughable. A city known for romance and love, and here we were, two people who could never love each other mutually..

The car slowed as we reached the airport, and Yoongi pulled into the drop-off area. He still hadn't said anything after that word. but his movements were sharp, almost mechanical, as he turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. I followed suit, grabbing my bag from the backseat and slinging it over my shoulder.

"Give me your bag"

"No I can Carry"

"You heard me Elysium.. Don't make me repeat"

He took my bag from my hand. I just stared at him blankly.

We walked into the terminal side by side, but the space between us felt like miles. I wanna hold his arm like other wives do but We don't do these things.. For him, cuddles after sex are for the weak, so Holding hands must be for the weak as well.. i can't even ask for it..

The sounds of the bustling airport-a mix of announcements, chatter, and the rolling of luggage-filled the air, but it did nothing to ease the tension between us.

"Passport," he said, not looking at me as he handed his over to the agent at the check-in counter.

I dug mine out of my bag and handed it over as well, avoiding his gaze. The agent barely glanced at us, typing away on her keyboard before printing our boarding passes.

"You're all set. Have a safe flight," she said with a polite smile, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere between us.

We moved through security in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. It wasn't until we reached our gate that he finally spoke again.

"You could've packed lighter, you know," Yoongi muttered, his eyes glancing at my overstuffed carry-on.

"You could mind your own business," I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended.