WHAT HAPPENED TO US ? | KTH FF

CHAPTER 31

The bedroom door closed silently behind Seungcheol, leaving him and Yn alone inside. Yn stood facing the mirror, her back to him, studying her reflection. She was reflecting on how different she'd become over the past four years. She used to have her freedom, her father's love, Taehyung, her friends, Jimin, Jungkook, Ji-ah. But now... she had no one. She was utterly alone.

Seungcheol walked over to her and gently turned her to face him. Her head remained bowed, tears welling in her eyes. He lifted her chin, gazing into those beautiful eyes, red from crying, sleeplessness, and stress.

"Why, Yn, do you hide it from everyone?" he asked gently, careful not to overwhelm her with a barrage of questions. He wanted answers, but he wanted them freely given, not forced. "If not me, you could have told Taehyung, or Jimin, or Jungkook," he said softly. Still, Yn remained silent.

Her silence fueled his curiosity and impatience, a burning desire to understand her present and unravel her past. He gently cupped her cheeks, his palms catching the tears that streamed down her face. Each tear felt like a tiny arrow piercing his heart. "Tell me, Yn," he pleaded, his voice soft but insistent, "not as your husband, just as a friend, please..."

Those words shattered her composure. Yn crumbled, her body giving way. Seungcheol gasped, reaching out to support her, but she simply slipped down, surrendering to her grief. She sat on the floor, and Seungcheol pulled her into a comforting, yet firm, embrace. Yn didn't return the hug; her arms remained limp, her body wracked with sobs.

Seungcheol's POV

"Please, Yn, don't do this to yourself. Don't give up like this." His voice was a low rumble against her hair. "Today, I'll get answers to my questions. Why are you like this? What happened to you? I know you're aware of my feelings for you, and that's why you hide things. I've learned so much about you in these four years. You'd never intentionally hurt anyone out of ego or because of your past. That's why I fell in love with you. But please, you can't destroy yourself over this."

End of Seungcheol's POV

Yn's POV

I hurt Taehyung again. Again. I saw it in his eyes. Yes, he's not my partner anymore, but... today, when he saw me like this, he wanted to know the truth. He was so angry, so concerned. But I can't risk any of their lives because of me. I'm so sorry.

End of Yn's POV

After fifteen minutes, Yn's sobs finally subsided. She pulled away from Seungcheol, rising slowly to her feet. Seungcheol followed suit. She tried to avoid his gaze, but he held her firmly.

"You can't escape me this time," he said, his voice cold, though tears still glistened in his eyes. He no longer cared about hiding them. "No, C-heol..." Yn whispered, her voice trembling.

Seungcheol, feeling he had no other option, suddenly pinned her against the nearby wall. He held her waist tightly, his face inches from hers. Yn gasped, startled by the sudden closeness with her husband. She stared at him, her eyes wide, having never seen him so worried and angry at the same time.

"Unravel the truth, Choi Yn," Seungcheol's voice, rough and unyielding, sent a tremor through Yn's very being. For the first time since their union, she beheld him in this light-angry, fierce. He had never approached her so closely, nor had he ever touched her without her consent. Now, tears brimmed in her eyes, her breath caught in her throat as he drew her nearer by the waist. His arms formed a protective barrier behind her, constricting slightly around her delicate frame, compelling Yn to clutch his shirt with trembling hands.

"Do not compel me to inflict harm upon you, Yn, I implore you," he urged, though his tone remained laced with a dangerous edge. Yn felt as if she were ensnared, left with no recourse. She shut her eyes and murmured, "It is... my mother who is doing all this."

Time appeared to suspend itself as Yn uttered those words. Seungcheol's gaze bore into hers, his breath hitching in his throat. His heart raced like a creature ensnared in a trap. Her mother? It was unfathomable. How could a mother behave like this with her own child in such a manner? Seungcheol's grip slackened, and he stepped back, withdrawing his embrace. Yn kept her eyes closed, finally liberating the secret she had harbored for four long years. It was done. At last.

Seungcheol pivoted, intending to leave the room, but Yn grasped his wrist, her intuition telling her his destination. He didn't turn, anticipating her plea, and preempted her with, "Release my hand, Yn." His words, laced with a rare, chilling anger, sent a tremor through her. "Cheol, please... don't, I implore you," she begged, her voice fracturing. Seungcheol's eyes closed, his nostrils flaring as the image of his mother-in-law's cruelty towards his beloved wife seared his mind.

"No... you cannot impede me this time, Yn. Release me," he commanded, his words clipped and harsh, still avoiding her gaze. He knew a glance would weaken his resolve, that her eyes held the power to sway him. He sought answers from Mrs. Jeon. Why? But... Seungcheol slowly turned, facing Yn.

"Why does she perpetrate this? What is her objective? What does she gain from this torment, tell me?" he demanded, but Yn's lips remained sealed. He observed her discomfort, her renewed silence. Yn lowered her head, but Seungcheol was no longer willing to endure her reticence.

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Taehyung lay prone on his king-sized bed in his penthouse bedroom, the afternoon's events replaying in his mind's eye. Seungcheol's dismissal, Yn's unwavering support of her husband, the intimate proximity between them. He closed his eyes, his vision throbbing with pain, the whites of his eyes reddened from relentless tears. He was consumed by a profound ache.

"He loves Yn, I saw it in his eyes," he mused, his thoughts circling endlessly.

The door burst open, and Jisoo entered, her gaze sweeping over the scattered alcohol bottles, a testament to Taehyung's renewed descent into despair. He lay motionless, as if lifeless, still clad in his morning suit. His hair was disheveled, obscuring his forehead, and dried tear tracks marked his gaunt cheeks. Jisoo approached the bed and sat beside him.

She gently threaded her fingers through his hair, prompting Taehyung to open his eyes. He swallowed hard and abruptly embraced her, burying his face in her stomach, his body wracked with sobs like a wounded child. Jisoo held him close, her arms encompassing his head and shoulders, her touch a soothing balm.

"Why, Jisoo, why?" he cried, his voice breaking, his breath ragged, his body trembling. "She is married now, Taehyung," Jisoo responded softly. Taehyung raised his tear-streaked face to meet her gaze. "I know, but he mistreats her," Taehyung asserted. Jisoo felt a pang of sorrow for Yn, yet she understood the delicate boundaries of marital affairs.

After a time, Taehyung's sobs subsided, and he attempted to sit up. Jisoo, having offered unwavering comfort, assisted him. Taehyung wiped his face and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He clasped Jisoo's hands in his, his gaze earnest. "Would you remain by my side, even if I were to be thus for the remainder of our days, Jisoo?"

Jisoo's eyes widened, her heart quickening. She had never harbored romantic feelings for Taehyung; their bond was one of deep friendship, their marriage an arrangement orchestrated by their parents, a union neither had desired. Now, Taehyung's question, laden with unexpected vulnerability, left her stunned. "What do you mean, Tae?" she asked, her voice a blend of shock and confusion.

"I am prepared to marry you," Taehyung replied, his voice calm, his grip on her hands gentle, "but I fear I may be incapable of providing the joyous life a wife deserves. I may not be the ideal husband for you... merely a steadfast friend."

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