#2 in fanfiction🏅
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She grips the covered canvas like it's the last thing in the world and she can't bear to part with it, her knuckles white, she still won't let me see it, not until we get back to the estate.
Lucky as I am that she's agreed to go back, at least to see Mrs.Bae, she's insisted we bring the painting she's been holding as a surprise for me.
I suggested she put it in the trunk, but she refused, so now I drive my wife back to our newly renovated home canvas snugly in hand.
Her phone rings and I try to feign confusion as to who could be calling when I already know who it is.
She scrambles to hold on to the canvas while she digs her phone out of her purse one handed, she hands it to me to answer.
"Put it on speaker please," she asks, her hands going right back to the canvas.
I answer the phone and put it on speaker.
"Y/n?" Jackson's voice comes through and my wife tosses the canvas between her legs and reaches for the phone.
Normally this would cause a ping of jealousy, but my Y/n has lost so much, she needs as much family as she can get.
"Jackson, how are you?" she asks concern etched on her perfect face.
"I'm well. Jungkook told me about what happened, and I wanted to apologize I wasn't there," his voice apologetic through the phone.
"It's okay, I'm okay," she says softly.
"No, you're like my sister Y/n, I owe you an explanation. After guarding Eunji, I went to see the sister of my friend I told you about."
"Oh," she breathes, "Is she okay?"
"She's doing alright, I'll be here with her for a bit and check in on my family, I'll be back in a few months' time."
"Okay, you be safe."
"Of course, you, too."
She ends the call her eyes flicking toward me, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
"Thank you."
She slips her phone back in her purse, so I take her hand and intertwine our fingers before she can death grip the canvas again.
The rest of the drive is silent, save for the occasional hum of some passing vehicle or the wind rustling the leaves along the road.
she stares out the window, deep in thought.
As we pull up to our estate, she finally lifts her gaze from the scenery and looks at me.
Her eyes swim with unshed tears, and I give her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Are you ready?" I ask her softly.
She nods and takes a deep breath that sounds dangerously shaky but gets out of the car, nonetheless.
