WHAT HAPPENED TO US ? | KTH FF

CHAPTER 33

"J-Jimin? J-Jungkook?" Yn stammered, her voice laced with shock as she beheld them in her living room, alongside Seungcheol. Jimin and Jungkook turned their gazes towards her, their dear friend Yn. Their bond had always been one of unwavering trust, devoid of secrets, but today, Yn appeared shrouded in mystery, concealing a profound truth.

"How are you?" Jimin inquired casually, his tone gentle. Yn offered a genuine smile, surprised that they would even address her. She had feared they would forever shun her, but Jimin's simple question was enough to offer some comfort. "I'm fine," she replied softly. Jungkook glanced at Seungcheol, who offered an encouraging nod and smile. Emboldened, Jungkook rushed towards Yn and embraced her tightly. "We missed you!" he exclaimed. Yn's breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the sudden affection. She glanced at Seungcheol, seeking reassurance.

"They came to see you, Yn," Seungcheol explained softly, prompting Jimin to chuckle at her bewildered reaction. Overwhelmed, Yn reciprocated Jungkook's embrace, tears streaming down her face. Jungkook immediately withdrew, sensing her distress. "Hey, Ynie... stop crying," he said, gently wiping her tears and offering a playful grin. "You look so adorable when you cry, Ynie." Yn playfully swatted at Jungkook and wiped her remaining tears with the back of her hand.

Jimin approached them and offered a comforting side hug. "Stop crying now... we're here to help you." Yn looked up at Jimin, her eyes wide with surprise. "H-help?" she asked, her confusion evident. "About you and Mrs. Jeon," Seungcheol clarified.

After a brief interlude,

The men settled into the lavish living room of the Choi Mansion. Yn emerged from the kitchen, bearing a feast of fresh and delectable dishes, a culinary tribute to her friend's preferences, prepared with her own hands. She arranged the dining table with Kimchi stew, kimchi fried rice, Samgyeopsal (three-layered meat), crispy fried chicken, and Donkatsu (pork cutlet).

A jug of banana milk, Jungkook's cherished beverage, was added to the spread. Yn's smile was radiant as she prepared the table. Donkatsu was Seungcheol's preferred dish, while the others catered to Yn's and Jimin's tastes. Mr. and Mrs. Choi had already dined and retired to their bedroom, offering a brief greeting to Jimin and Jungkook before bidding them good night.

"Dinner is ready, please come," Yn announced, her voice filled with warmth. However, their expressions remained solemn and troubled, casting a pall over her cheerful demeanor. She slowly approached the living area, her apprehension growing. Taking a deep breath, she hesitantly inquired, "W-what happened?" She swallowed hard, awaiting their response. Seungcheol, sensing the rising tension, decided to break the silence. "Let us eat first, and then we will discuss everything together. Come."

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Jungkook quietly sipped his banana milk, his right leg tapping lightly beneath the table. Seungcheol interlaced his fingers and observed his tense wife. She had barely touched her food, despite preparing it with such care. Her gaze was downcast, fixed on her lap. Seungcheol, after a moment of contemplation, reached out and gently grasped her hand. Yn looked up at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. Seungcheol's breath quickened, and he tightened his grip on her hand.

"Please," he whispered. Yn closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "Yn, please... this is not your fault," Jimin reassured her. "No, it is all my fault," she countered, her voice trembling. "Everyone is hurt because of me-you, Jungkook, Ji-ah, Cheol, and Taeh-" she abruptly halted, the mention of Taehyung's name catching in her throat, and glanced at Seungcheol.