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Yura’s Brother’s Apartment
Yura sat by the kitchen window, staring blankly at the street below. It was a quiet, overcast afternoon, the kind of day that seemed to mirror her mood perfectly. Gray. Heavy. Suffocating. She’d been hiding in her brother’s tiny apartment for weeks now, avoiding Jungkook, avoiding herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the memories—the dark shadows of her past creeping up on her when she least expected it.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of her coffee mug, knuckles turning white. She took a slow, shaky breath, trying to steady herself. But then the doorbell rang, its sharp, shrill sound slicing through the stillness. Yura jumped, her heart lurching in her chest.
“Yura?” Yoongi’s voice called from the other room. “Could you get that? I’m in the middle of something.”
“Sure,” she murmured, setting her mug down and pushing herself to her feet. But as she walked toward the door, an inexplicable sense of dread washed over her. Her steps faltered.
No, it can’t be…
Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and pulled it open. Her heart dropped.
Jungkook stood on the other side, his expression a dark, twisted mixture of fury and pain. He looked like a man on the brink of madness, his eyes wild, hair disheveled, and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack.
“Jungkook,” she breathed, stunned. “What are you—”
Before she could finish, he pushed past her, storming into the apartment like a raging storm. He was practically vibrating with barely suppressed rage, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her flinch.
“What the hell, Jungkook?” she gasped, stepping back as he whirled around to face her. “You can’t just barge in here—”
“Shut up,” he snapped, voice low and dangerous. “Just…shut up.”
Yura froze, her mouth falling open in shock. This wasn’t the Jungkook she knew. This was someone else—someone unhinged, someone terrifying.
“Jungkook, what’s going on?” she whispered, her heart pounding. “Why are you here?”
He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that sent chills down her spine. “Oh, I don’t know, Yura. Maybe because I just found out that the woman I’m in love with is a fucking murder suspect.”
Yura’s blood ran cold. The world seemed to tilt around her, everything fading to a distant blur as his words echoed in her head.
“I—what?” she stammered, shaking her head in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb,” he snarled, stepping closer. His eyes were wild, filled with a mix of betrayal and anguish. “I hired a private investigator. And guess what he found out? That perfect, innocent little Yura was questioned for her own mother’s murder back in high school.”
Yura felt like she’d been punched in the gut. Her legs gave out, and she sank onto the couch, trembling. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, that’s not—it’s not what you think.”
“Then tell me what it is,” he demanded, his voice breaking. “Tell me, Yura. Tell me what happened.”
She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. For a moment, she considered lying—considered denying everything. But what was the point? He knew. He knew. And there was no running from the truth anymore.
“Fine,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You want to know? I’ll tell you.”
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The veil of lies
Fanfiction"You think you can just walk away, Yura?" Jungkook's voice was low, dangerous, laced with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Yura took a step back, feeling the cold wall press against her. His gaze burned into hers, a mixture of love and...
