Silent Vows

Part 38

A heavy silence settled in the room before Daehyun finally broke it. “He burned everything down. My entire warehouse… All gone.

I even tried striking a deal, but he refused to budge. Did exactly what he wanted to. And you’re still defending him after all that?”

Yn let out a soft, dry chuckle. “Honestly, he should’ve set you on fire instead of that warehouse. He went easy on you.”

Daehyun scoffed, his grin sharp and bitter. “The man you’re defending with your life?

He’s not as noble as you think, sweetheart. You really believe he’s the hero in all this?”

Yn smiled calmly, her voice steady. “He’s not noble; he’s unmatched.

Something you’ll never be, no matter how hard you try. And you know that better than anyone.

That’s exactly why you resorted to this, kidnapping his wife. Because cowards like you? That’s all you’re capable of. Real power? That’s never been in your hands, has it, Mr. Daehyun?”

His jaw clenched as he let out a bitter laugh, eyes darkening. “You’ll regret those words. And so will your beloved husband.

I’ll make sure of it. I’ll kill you right in front of him, burn that into your memory.”

He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing like a final word in an argument.

Yn let out a quiet breath, her body sinking back against the cold wall. The tray of food sat untouched on the floor, forgotten, just like time in this room.

Her eyes wandered to the empty walls, blank canvases that now reflected the chaos inside her head.

The haze from the drug had begun to lift; two days had passed, and with it, a sliver of clarity returned.

A soft, bittersweet smile curved her lips as her eyes welled up, uninvited tears catching in her lashes.

Moments came rushing back; his warm laughter, the tenderness in his eyes, the way he always found her in a crowded room.

Their playful arguments, quiet nights, stolen kisses… all of it played like a memory reel, haunting yet comforting.

She breathed out slowly.

‘Wherever you are… I hope you’re okay. Please take care of yourself while we're apart…

I’m not afraid anymore; you gave me the strength I didn’t know I had.

Don’t worry about me… just stay safe. That’s all I ask. That’s all I care about.

I love you more than words can say… and I miss you with everything in me.’

Meanwhile...
He jolted upright, breath caught in his throat, eyes red and hollow from sleepless nights.

The silence of the room pressed down on him like a weight, broken only by the thunder of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Yn…” he breathed, her name falling from his lips in a whisper, fragile, aching, sacred.

A gentle knock sounded at the door. It creaked open slowly, and Jimin stepped in, taking one look at him before letting out a weary sigh.

Jungkook hadn’t moved from that chair in hours. Maybe longer.

Crossing the room, Jimin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Jungkook... please. You need to rest. Just for a little while.

Look at yourself. You haven’t slept, you haven’t eaten. This can’t go on. You’ll break down at this rate.”

Jungkook gave a broken smile, his voice raw. “Rest? You think I can rest, hyung? I’m not just tired; I’m dying inside.