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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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I was almost home when I needed to see my wife.
One day apart was too much.
Far too much
Spending a month with her, having her in my arms, in my space, mine; only to be separated for even a single day feels unbearable.
I miss her terribly.
Y/n reminds me of before. Of a time when rebuilding computers, making honor roll, and losing myself in books were my biggest worries.
She's my light.
The one thing that keeps the shadows at bay—the shadows that come with the blood on my hands.
But then I pulled up the security footage and I watched as my sister tried to destroy my light.
I raced home, phone in hand, my pulse hammering as I stormed through the doors.
I made it to the library just in time to hear Eunji tell my wife that her ring was cursed.
That ring. The same ring that haunted me for years.
The one that sat on my mother's hand; lifeless, in a box. The one that buried itself into my nightmares, a reminder of how we lost her.
The one worn by two women in my family who lost their lives to the darkness of our world, but now, it's on the hand of the woman I would sacrifice my life to protect.
That ring no longer carries death. It's not a curse. It's something else entirely.
A harbinger of redemption.
And my sister is trying to sully all my hopes.
I stand in the doorway as Eunji leaves, my jaw clenched, my breath controlled, but barely.
The moment the door shuts, my eyes lock onto Y/n.
She's sitting alone on the chaise longue, looking so much smaller than usual.
Her expressive eyes, the ones that always shine so brilliantly, are now filled with something else.
Doubt? Fear? I can't tell.
The emotions swirl so quickly across her face, I can't keep up.
"Y/n," I start, but she lifts a hand, stopping me.
"This ring," she says, pointing to her left hand.
"Was it?" I know exactly what she's asking. And I won't lie to her.
"It was."
"Oh, Jungkook..." she exhales, her body deflating.
She shakes her head, her expression solemn.
"That's incredibly morbid." I grimace, holding my hands up in surrender.
"I know. I know it is. But hear me out." I stride over, settling next to her, taking her hand in mine.
