𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter thirty-five

-#[y/n's pov]:

"Don't you think that ring doesn't suit you?" he asked, his low, husky voice sending a shiver down my spine. I was taken aback, my gaze frozen on his, as I struggled to comprehend his words.

Sensing my shock, his eyes locked onto mine, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Don't get me wrong," he clarified, "I meant, isn't it a bit...old-fashioned for someone your age?"

My eyes drifted back to the ring, still feeling the weight of his gaze. "Old-fashioned?"

This ring, with its vintage charm, was more than just a piece of jewelry for me- it was a tangible connection to Jungkook's mother, the last token left behind by her, a symbol of love and it was passed down to me by him.

How dare he reduce it to a mere fashion statement?

I met his gaze with a gentle smile on my lips. "Mr. Seo, I think this one suits me perfectly," I said, my voice firm but polite. "To you, it may seem old-fashioned, but to me, it's priceless. No jewelry can compare to its significance."

Hearing me, his expression faltered, the soft smile on his lips vanishing as he fell silent, almost nowhere to be seen and then a faint frown etched itself between his eyebrows, betraying a flicker of displeasure.

What's with that look?

My own smile wavered as I beheld the fleeting look of disdain, but he swiftly masked it with a charming smile, leaving me questioning my perception.

Did I see it right or was it just a....mind play?

"Seems like it's very important to you," he observed, his gaze drifting to my ring finger, his smile still intact. I opened my mouth to respond, but his next words caught me off guard, silencing me.

"Attachments always end up hurting our feelings," he said, his voice low and introspective. "Because, at some point, we have to let go of them-willingly or unwillingly. No matter if it's just an object..."

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. "Or a person." The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken meaning, as I stared at him with shock etched on my face.

What does he....mean by that?

I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, desperate to understand the cryptic message lurking beneath his words. The uncertainty swirling inside me only intensified, like a nagging whisper refusing to be silenced within.

A strange, unsettling sensation settled in my chest, my gut screaming that something was off. Very off. But....what?

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a soft, low chuckle escaped his lips, sending my brows crashing together in confusion. "You seem to be giving my words a lot of thought," he chuckled, as if observing my actions, his head tilting slightly to the side, while his smile still plastered on his face.

"You don't have to think that hard," he said, pausing once more, allowing the heavy silence to hang between us. A silence which held a lot of questions on my side.

"Your face is a canvas of questions," he remarked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

My eyes slightly widened at his words as if I was caught red-handed. I tried to shift my gaze but he spoke up again. "Do you believe in the right timing?" he asked, his voice dripping with intrigue.

What is this man trying to say? I felt as if he was revealing something to me in a very complex manner. I was unable to understand the real meaning behind it. His words were easy to understand but the hidden meaning was much more hard to engrave.