TAINTED LOVE - JK FF

Veil Of Thorns

Y/n's eyes slowly opened as it was met with concentrated sunlight. A burdensome strain in her head caught her off-guard while she tried to rise up.

As she felt a sharp pain in her stomach she realised she hasn't had anything to eat since a day has passed. After sitting still for a few moments y/n realised the door to the room was slightly open. A wave of determination pushed her to her feet. She slips through the door glancing down the hallway that stretches out on both sides, lined with ornate chandeliers casting a ghostly glow. Her fingers graze along the walls as she moved.

The silence was dense so much so that the noise of heavy heartbeats could be heard clearly. the soft and slow steps against the floorboard and the rustle of her clothes was also she could hear in that dead silence.

Room by room as she explores the mansion she finds every corner of it was curated with a blend of elegance and profanity. The big ball room which was decorated cautiously with the furniture that could remind someone of 18th century art. In the middle sat a big piano covered with dust looking like it hasn't been touched for a long while. The piano intrigued an interest in Y/n's mind she was drawn to it. Giving in to her desire y/n stepped to the piano which reminded her of her childhood.

Her hands glided smoothly creating a harmonious yet thought provoking melody which echoed throughout the mansion. After a while y/n again felt a punch in her stomach reminding her of her hunger. She rose up from her seat and made her way to the next room, a library filled with so many books that one wouldn't be able to read all of them in a lifetime. The books were organised neatly but gave away the visual that they haven't been touched in in years.

Her initial terror began to fade .She gathers the scattered courage within her and ventures deeper into the mansion, her eyes searching for any sign of an exit or something that could help her escape.

As Y/N cautiously steps into a vast room, she’s startled by the quiet presence of two maids standing in the doorway. Their faces are expressionless, trained to keep any emotion hidden. They hold bundles of clothing and a tray of food, which they set down on a nearby table. Though they make no threatening gestures, Y/N doesn’t let her guard down, her body tense, ready to run at the slightest hint of danger.

One of the maids offers her a soft, sympathetic smile, but Y/N only stares back, unyielding. She approaches the tray of food, her hunger warring with her suspicions. The aroma is tempting, but she only takes a few careful bites, just enough to regain some strength, her eyes flicking back to the maids every few seconds.

They hand her the clothes without a word—an elegant, deep-colored dress made of fine fabric that feels foreign against her skin. She hesitates before accepting, realizing her current attire could make her stand out if she needs to slip away unnoticed. She nods curtly and moves to change in a room adjoining the one they’re in, closing the door softly behind her.

In front of her stands a mirror, tall and gilded. She catches sight of her reflection and stops, taken aback by what she sees. The girl staring back at her is barely recognizable. Her face is pale, eyes shadowed by exhaustion and fear, her posture rigid, as if constantly bracing for whatever might come next. The sparkle that used to light up her eyes, the warm beam that once softened her features, is nowhere to be found.

One of the maids, after observing Y/N’s silence, finally speaks, her voice soft but carrying an unsettling weight.

“Mr. Jeon is out of town for a few days,” she says, her eyes never quite meeting Y/N’s.
     
Hearing that names makes her skip a beat.The maid's words swirl in her mind, sparking a glimmer of hope. If Jungkook is truly away, this might be her only chance. She clenches her fists, the flicker of fear transforming into determination. She would need to act swiftly, think carefully. This is no ordinary escape; every move she makes could be her last if she isn’t careful.