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RISE OF THE PHOENIX
Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!
I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!
Group: BTS
Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A
Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A
Word Count: 519
Request Status: Requested by: {no one}
Pairing: none
Genre: selected in purple
Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut
Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CHAPTER: 2
The hustle and bustle of the concert venue give way to the sterile, antiseptic atmosphere of the hospital emergency room. Jungkook is swiftly wheeled in, surrounded by a flurry of medical personnel, leaving the rest of BTS and their manager to gather anxiously in the cramped waiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over the somber group as they huddle together, the air heavy with tension and uncertainty. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as they wait with bated breath for any news of Jungkook's condition.
Finally, the quiet hum of anticipation is interrupted by the approach of heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway. The door to the waiting room swings open, and a doctor stands in the doorway, his expression grave. Without a word, he gestures for the group to follow him, his movements solemn and deliberate. With hearts heavy with dread, BTS and their manager rise from their seats, a silent procession trailing after the doctor as he leads them through the labyrinthine corridors of the hospital.
They arrive at a nondescript door, the simple wooden frame a stark reminder of the gravity of their situation. With a gentle push, the doctor opens the door, revealing a scene that takes their breath away. Jungkook lies still on the hospital bed, his face pale and drawn with pain. The room is suffused with an oppressive sense of despair, the weight of their collective fear pressing down on them like a leaden blanket.
Shock ripples through the group like a tidal wave, each member grappling with their own overwhelming emotions. Jimin's eyes fill with tears, his hands trembling as he struggles to comprehend the magnitude of what has transpired. Jin, usually the picture of composure, crumbles under the weight of his emotions, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs as he tries to process the thought of Jungkook's pain. Taehyung's usually bright smile fades, replaced by a mask of anguish at the sight of his friend in distress.
"the muscles around his lower spine took most of the damage, they have been strained and bruised, one even tore. But unfortunately the scan shows signs of a small fracture on a spinal disc. although this should not be too bad, there is no certainty that you will be able to walk again. it is highly likely you will need to go to physical therapy to relearn how to walk. until then you'll have to stay here for a while for treatment and recovery or be transferred over to a private hospital if you would want." the doctor spoke, before leaving the room.
And Jungkook himself, conscious but in agony, feels as if the ground has been ripped out from under him. The doctor's words hang heavy in the air, their finality like a death knell ringing in his ears. He fights to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him, his body trembling with the effort as he grapples with the sheer enormity of his situation.
In that moment, as they stand on the precipice of an uncertain tomorrow.
Rise of The Phoenix
Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!
I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!
Group: BTS
Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A
Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A
Word Count: 697
Request Status: Requested by: {no one}
Pairing: none
Genre: selected in purple
Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut
Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
News of the accident spreads rapidly, capturing headlines across the globe. Major media outlets quickly pick up the story, reporting on the shocking incident that has left fans and the public in a state of disbelief. The internet buzzes with activity as millions of people seek the latest updates. Social media platforms are inundated with an outpouring of concern and anxiety from ARMY, BTS's dedicated fanbase. Hashtags like #StayStrongJungkook and #GetWellSoonJK quickly trend worldwide as fans share their heartfelt messages. The sheer volume of messages reflects a collective sense of worry and helplessness, as the world anxiously waits for any information about Jungkook's condition.
In the midst of the media frenzy, BigHit Entertainment takes to their official channels to address the situation. The statement is concise yet somber, acknowledging the accident and providing a brief update on Jungkook's condition. They emphasize the seriousness of his injuries and assure fans that he is receiving the best possible medical care. BigHit expresses deep gratitude for the overwhelming support and asks for privacy and understanding as Jungkook begins his recovery. They promise to keep fans informed about his progress and request that everyone keeps Jungkook in their thoughts and prayers during this challenging time.
The statement reverberates through the fan community, offering a grim confirmation of the severity of the situation. As the world waits with bated breath for further news, the prevailing emotions are worry and sorrow. The unbreakable bond between BTS and their fans is evident, but for now, it is a source of collective grief and anxiety as everyone grapples with the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
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From the confines of his hospital bed, Jungkook's world has shrunk to the size of his sterile room. The vibrant lights of the stage, the thunderous applause of the crowd, and the camaraderie with his bandmates seem like distant memories. As he lies there, he grapples with the harsh reality of his injury. His thoughts swirl in a storm of fear, sadness, and frustration. The uncertainty of his future weighs heavily on him—will he ever dance again, feel the adrenaline rush of performing, or even walk without pain?
Every slight movement sends a jolt of pain through his body, a constant reminder of the fragility of his situation. His mind races with questions, each one more daunting than the last. "What if I can't return to the stage? What if this is the end of my career?" These fears consume him, and he struggles to find a semblance of hope amidst the darkness.
Despite the overwhelming fear, Jungkook is not alone. His family is by his side, their presence a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty. His parents' faces, lined with worry yet filled with unconditional love, offer him a sense of stability. The BTS members, his brothers in all but blood, are a constant source of support. They take turns visiting him, bringing with them not just their concern but also their unwavering belief in his strength.
Their words, though simple, begin to penetrate the fog of his despair. Jimin's tearful yet determined assurance that they'll face this challenge together, RM's steady and calming presence, Jin's gentle humor, V's heartfelt encouragement, and Suga's quiet yet fierce resolve all weave a net of emotional support around him.
Moreover, the outpouring of love from fans around the world begins to reach him. Messages, letters, and gifts flood the hospital, each one a testament to the profound connection he has with ARMY. These expressions of concern and affection start to lift his spirits, if only slightly. He reads their messages, absorbing the strength and hope they offer. Slowly, a flicker of resilience ignites within him, bolstered by the unwavering support of those who care for him.
In these moments, Jungkook starts to find a sliver of strength to face the long road ahead. His journey to recovery will be fraught with challenges, but with his family, friends, and fans behind him, he begins to believe that he might overcome this setback and return to the stage he loves so dearly. Jungkook makes a silent vow to himself that he will do everything in his power to walk and perform again
Rise of The Phoenix
Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!
I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!
Group: BTS
Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A
Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A
Word Count: 2k
Request Status: Requested by: {no one}
Pairing: none
Genre: selected in purple
Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut
Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CHAPTER 4: Embers of Hope
Hours blur into days, days into weeks, and before you know it, it's been months. All that time, Jungkook was here, wondering if this is it, if this is where it ends for him. If it is, how will he survive without the rush of being on stage again, hanging with his friends, dancing, singing, and performing?
The physical pain is gone. He is supposed to be better. He is supposed to be able to walk again, but he can’t bear to bring himself to move yet. He is scared. What if he tries, and they realize that he can’t move his legs? Or he can, but he just doesn’t have that much mobility. Bound to a wheelchair forever. What if he is better but will never be the same as before? Who will he be if not the golden maknae? That’s all he knows.
He is terrified of the what-ifs. But today is the day that he has to face them. Today is the day that he, his friends, his family, and the doctors all find out what will happen when he tries to move his legs and stand. Only an hour before the doctor gets here. His mom is here. Dad is here. Friends are here. Physically he is here. But with all the what-ifs and buts and possibilities running around in his head, it seems as though he is simply watching his life unfold like a movie. He might as well not be in the room. He vowed to get better. He wanted to push through this, but as time went on, it just felt more and more unlikely.
He was so terrified he didn't notice when the doctor walked in or was talking to him. He didn't realize a thing. Not when Jimin called for him or when Namjoon walked next to him. The only thing that registered, although it terrified him, was when Joon touched his shoulder. He snapped out of it, realized where he was, and his eyes landed on the doctor.
"Sorry… I.. uhm… don't know what happened just now. Sorry about that," he drawled out, still slightly out of it.
The doctor responded, "No, it’s fine. It's alright, I understand. But uhm, how about we start this test. Try to lift your right leg for me, please."
At that, he hesitantly tried to. It took a lot of strain, but he lifted his leg. If only a little, he lifted it. It didn’t hurt; his legs just felt like lead. It took so much out of him just to slightly lift it off the bed. He knew what that meant. He knew that wasn’t the best news. His spine is better; he should be back to walking soon. But yet he wasn’t. He knew that meant physical therapy. That meant his career was gone. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to cry. His heart felt heavy; he felt as if he was burning from the inside. The doctor realized this and tried to wrap up the test.
In the ensuing silence, Jungkook's mind raced. He had always been the golden maknae, the unstoppable force on stage, but now he felt so fragile, so unsure. His mom squeezed his hand, a silent reminder of the support surrounding him. Jungkook took a deep breath, feeling the embers of hope flicker inside him. The road ahead was long and uncertain, but for the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of determination. He wasn’t alone in this fight. He had his family, his friends, and millions of fans who believed in him. As he looked around the room, he knew he had to keep going, one small step at a time.
--
as quickly as he came he left and asked to speak with everyone outside. while outside they all spoke.
"it's not looking too good. I think he'll need to start physical therapy soon I will send the name of the best physio I know. I'm sure he'll be better soon. the movement in his legs meant he might still walk. dancing however, might not be possible." he doctor spoke before leaving.
--
Jungkook's days had settled into a monotonous routine. Each morning began with physical therapy, a grueling process filled with both physical pain and mental frustration. The sterile smell of the hospital room was a constant reminder of how far he was from the dazzling lights of the stage. As he pushed himself through the exercises, beads of sweat forming on his brow, his therapist offered words of encouragement.
"You're doing great, Jungkook. Just a little more," she would say, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of his thoughts. Every small victory, like a slight movement in his legs, was a beacon of hope in his sea of despair.
Jungkook’s internal struggle was relentless. Memories of his active days flashed before him, a stark contrast to his current state. Yet, amid the frustration and pain, a flicker of determination began to emerge, sparked by the unwavering support surrounding him.
--
The members of BTS visited Jungkook regularly, their presence a balm to his weary soul. They filled his room with laughter, jokes, and stories from their ongoing activities. They brought him updates about their rehearsals, concerts, and even mundane daily happenings.
One afternoon, as they gathered around his bed, Jimin spoke up, his voice filled with emotion. "Jungkook, you are important to us, no matter what. We’re a family, and we'll get through this together."
Jungkook felt a lump in his throat. The unwavering support of his members kindled a renewed sense of hope within him. They handed him a small gift – a bracelet inscribed with the word "family." It was simple yet it meant everything to kook.
--
The love from ARMY was overwhelming. Jungkook received countless letters and gifts from fans around the world. One particular letter caught his attention. It was from a fan who recounted how Jungkook and BTS had inspired her during her own tough times. Her words were heartfelt and raw.
Jungkook opened the letter carefully, his fingers trembling slightly. As he began to read, he felt an immediate pull at his heartstrings. The fan, named Hana, wrote about her battle with cancer. She described the dark days, the pain, the uncertainty, and how she often felt like giving up. But she also wrote about how BTS’s music, especially Jungkook’s performances and his unwavering spirit, had given her hope and strength.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to read. Hana wrote about how watching their concerts and listening to their lyrics had helped her through the worst of times. She mentioned a specific moment during a concert where Jungkook had smiled and waved at the camera, and how that simple act had given her a burst of hope when she needed it most.
Jungkook’s vision blurred with tears. He could feel Hana’s struggles and her triumphs as if they were his own. The outpouring of love and support from ARMY reignited his determination. He knew he had to keep fighting, not just for himself, but for everyone who believed in him.
On social media, BTS members shared positive messages from fans, showcasing the trending hashtags and fan projects dedicated to Jungkook. Seeing the global support strengthened his resolve. He wasn’t alone in this journey; millions of hearts beat with his.
--
Progress was slow but steady. One morning, during a therapy session, Jungkook managed to move his ankle. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, but it was a significant milestone. His therapist’s eyes lit up with joy.
"Did you see that?" she exclaimed. "You did it, Jungkook!"
His family, who had been by his side, burst into tears of joy and relief. Jungkook’s own eyes filled with tears. It was an emotional moment, blending relief and an overwhelming sense of achievement.
These small milestones were stepping stones on his path to recovery. Each one brought a mix of emotions, from joy to a renewed sense of purpose. Jungkook's internal monologue was filled with gratitude and a silent vow to keep pushing forward.
--
Jungkook’s therapist had been observing him closely, noting his physical improvements but also his psychological struggles. One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, she sat down next to him.
"Jungkook," she began gently, "I see how hard you're working, but I also see something holding you back. Sometimes, recovery isn't just about the physical. I think it might help to talk to a psychologist. Fear and anxiety can create barriers that are just as real as physical ones."
Jungkook looked at her, feeling both relief and apprehension. He knew she was right. His fears were a heavy burden, and perhaps talking to someone could help him navigate through them.
--
Jungkook began sessions with a psychologist, Dr. Kim, who specialized in trauma and recovery. Their conversations delved into his deepest fears and anxieties. Dr. Kim's office was a safe space, a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment. The room was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture.
In their first session, Dr. Kim asked Jungkook to describe his feelings about the accident and its aftermath. Jungkook found himself opening up about his fears of never performing again, of letting down his bandmates and fans, and of losing his identity as the "Golden Maknae."
Dr. Kim listened attentively, her voice calm and reassuring. "Jungkook, it's natural to feel afraid after such a traumatic event. But it's important to recognize that fear can be just as paralyzing as a physical injury. We need to work on overcoming these mental barriers."
Over the next few weeks, Jungkook and Dr. Kim worked on various techniques to manage his fear and anxiety. They practiced visualization exercises, where Jungkook imagined himself standing, walking, and eventually dancing on stage. They also worked on breathing exercises to help him stay calm and focused.
During one pivotal session, Dr. Kim asked Jungkook to stand up with her support. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"Yes, you can," Dr. Kim said firmly. "Your body is ready, Jungkook. It's your mind that needs to catch up. Trust yourself."
Jungkook closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed himself up. His legs felt weak, but they supported his weight. He opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face. "I'm standing," he whispered in disbelief.
"Yes, you are," Dr. Kim said, smiling. "And you'll walk too, in time. This is just the beginning."
--
After the breakthrough, Jungkook asked Dr. Kim and his physical therapist to keep his progress a secret. He wanted to surprise his family, friends, and bandmates when the time was right.
"Please, don't tell anyone yet," Jungkook pleaded. "I want to be able to show them myself. I want it to be a surprise."
Dr. Kim and the therapist agreed, respecting his wishes. They continued their sessions in secret, working diligently towards his recovery.
--
One evening, Jimin visited Jungkook alone. He entered the room quietly, his face etched with worry. Jungkook could sense something was off. Jimin sat down, his eyes avoiding Jungkook's gaze.
"Jimin, what's wrong?" Jungkook asked softly.
Jimin's eyes filled with tears, and he finally spoke, his voice breaking. "Jungkook, I feel so bad about everything. I feel like it's my fault you're here. If I hadn't slipped... I'm so sorry."
Jungkook's heart ached seeing his friend like this. He reached out and took Jimin's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hyung, don't do this to yourself. It wasn't your fault. I don't regret saving you for a second. If I had to do it all over again, I would."
Jimin sobbed, "But you're in so much pain because of me. I can't help but feel guilty."
"Listen to me," Jungkook said firmly, though his voice was gentle. "You mean the world to me, to all of us. This isn't your fault, and I don't want you carrying that burden. I promise you, we'll walk side by side again. We'll be back on that stage together. Even if I don't fully believe it yet, I have to hold on to that hope. For you, for all of us."
Jimin wiped his tears, trying to smile. "Thank you, Jungkook. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"We're a team," Jungkook replied, his own eyes moist. "We'll get through this together, I promise."
---
Jungkook and his therapist sat down to set realistic goals for his recovery. They planned short-term and long-term objectives, focusing on patience and perseverance. The path ahead was long, but Jungkook was ready to face it head-on.
He began to visualize success, imagining himself walking and performing again. These visualizations became a source of strength and motivation. Each day, he pushed a little harder, fueled by the images of his future self back on stage.
Rise of The Phoenix
Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!
I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!
Group: BTS
Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A
Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A
Word Count: 1k
Request Status: Requested by: {no one}
Pairing: none
Genre: selected in purple
Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut
Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CHAPTER 5: THE PHOENIX RISES FROM THE ASHES
it's been months now. BTS is set for a comeback.
--
The arena hummed with excitement, a palpable energy coursing through the air as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved idols. In the backstage corridors, BTS prepared for their momentous performance, their hearts pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
--
Jungkook leaned in close to his manager, their heads bowed in a private conversation amidst the chaos of the backstage area. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared his secret plan, a plan that would leave both his bandmates and fans speechless. The manager nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of Jungkook's decision and the importance of keeping it under wraps until the perfect moment.
--
As the lights dimmed and the opening chords echoed through the arena, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. BTS burst onto the stage, their presence commanding, their energy infectious as they launched into their performance. The audience sang along to every word, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus that filled the air with euphoria.
--
Halfway through the concert, as the audience was caught up in the rhythm of the music, a sudden shift in atmosphere seized their attention. From the wings of the stage emerged Jungkook's wheelchair, propelled by unseen hands. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned towards the unexpected sight.
--
With a mixture of nervousness and determination, Jungkook approached the microphone, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air as he addressed the audience, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've missed you all more than words can say," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet reverberating with raw emotion. "But tonight, I want to share something special with you."
--
As the anticipation reached its peak, Jungkook summoned every ounce of courage within him and pushed himself out of his wheelchair. The collective gasp that swept through the crowd was deafening, a moment frozen in time as Jungkook stood before them. Tears welled in the eyes of fans and bandmates alike as they witnessed his remarkable feat.
--
Across the stage, the members of BTS stood in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. Tears glistened in Jimin's eyes as he watched his friend defy the odds. Yoongi, usually composed, was unable to contain his emotions, tears streaming down his face as he witnessed this. he felt relief, and so did everyone else. As Jungkook made his way towards his bandmates, the distance between them bridged by his determination, they rushed to meet him. Arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, laughter mingling with tears of joy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion.
--
For Jungkook, it was more than just a step forward. And as they stood together, bathed in the glow of love and acceptance, they knew that anything was possible. The stage was not just a platform for performance; it was a sacred space where dreams were realized and miracles happen.
--
Jungkook gazed out at the sea of fans, their unwavering support a beacon of hope in his journey of recovery. "I’m not fully back to where I was," he began, his voice steady with determination, "and it might take a while. But I promise, I will perform again. It won’t be exactly like before, but I will keep giving you everything I have. Thank you for believing in me."
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the stadium as Jungkook's words washed over them. Among the countless faces, Jungkook's eyes caught sight of one in particular – Hana, the ARMY member who had penned a heartfelt letter sharing her own battle with cancer and how Jungkook's presence had brought her comfort and strength during her darkest days.
With a grateful smile, Jungkook reached out to Hana, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke directly to her and to the millions of ARMY around the world. "Hana, thank you for sharing your story with me. Your courage and resilience inspire me every day. And to all of you," he continued, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "thank you for being my light in the darkest of times. Your love and support have been my guiding stars, and I am forever grateful."
The night drew to a close with a poignant performance of "Spring Day," the lyrics resonating deeply with everyone present. Jungkook's journey was far from over, but his spirit had proven unbreakable. His story of resilience became an inspiration, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the power of dreams.
Epilogue:
As Jungkook's recovery continued, he found himself returning to the stage, his performances carrying a newfound depth and emotional power. Though he had to adapt his dance style, his presence remained as captivating as ever, touching the hearts of all who watched him.
BTS continued to break records and touch hearts around the globe, with Jungkook's journey adding a new chapter to their incredible story. The golden maknae had risen, like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more radiant than ever before. And as he looked out at the sea of fans who had stood by him through it all, he knew that together, they could overcome anything.
You Broke Me First (Sneak Peek of Fic 1 of Tate Mcrae Songs Inspo Series)
Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself
But you should've told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else
You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down
Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now
You walked down the street late at night, tears streaming down your face. Your makeup was smeared on your face, your mascara cascading down like a waterfall, but a black waterfall. You shivered as you remembered the painful scene you had just experienced. The street lights sparkled and glimmered in the moonlight. Your brain was lost in the past events that had just happened…. What would you do, now that you were broken..
You Broke Me First.... (Part 1 of Tate Mcrae Song Inspo Series) (A bit of Smut Warning)
Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself
But you should've told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else
You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down
Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now
You walked down the street late at night, tears streaming down your face. Your makeup was smeared on your face, your mascara cascading down like a waterfall, but a black waterfall. You shivered as you remembered the painful scene you had just experienced. The street lights sparkled and glimmered in the moonlight. Your brain was lost in the past events that had just happened…. What would you do, now that you were broken..
You tapped your fingers on the table, people casting sympathetic glances your way. You grunted in frustration, glancing at your phone screen that read 10 pm. Your husband had forgotten your dinner date again. As usual. You sighed, picking up your keys and headed out. You opened your car door, sliding into the driver’s seat. You inserted the keys into the ignition and drove the way home. You parked into your house’s garage. You pulled out your keys and headed to the garage door. You opened the door, and sighed, pulling off your coat and laying it across the sofa. You kicked off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack and froze when you saw another pair of shoes that you definitely did not own. Your stomach dropped as you peeked into your husband’s room, hearing moans and grunts.
Your heart leaped into your throat and you slapped your hand to your mouth to keep your sharp inhale. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you pinched yourself to make sure that this wasn’t a dream.
The sight of your husband of four years… bent over a naked woman, thrusting sharply into her, met your teary eyes. The woman moaned and wailed as your husband fucked her hard.
"Fuck, you're so tight," your husband moaned. "You take my cock so well."
You immediately thought, where did it all go wrong…? You accidentally stepped back on the boards, and it creaked. Oh shit.
Your husband looked up at the sound, and his eyes widened at the sight of you. You gasped, and your stomach churned as you recognized the woman he was fucking. It was your fucking coworker, Amelia. You gritted your teeth. You had a hunch that she was sleeping with your husband, but you weren’t sure. Now you knew.
“Y/n?” Jin whispered, his eyes wide with fear and shock. “Wait, it’s not what it looks like-”
You grasped the door frame for support, your legs going weak. You turned away, heading for the door.
“Wati, y/n, please-”Jin tried to grab your arm as you tried to walk away. You jerked your arm away from his grip and swung around to face him.
“You know what, Jin?” you spoke calmly and looked him in the eye. “I don’t care anymore. You haven’t been coming to our planned regular dinner dates, you never say the l word anymore, you come home late, and it’s clear that you don’t love me anymore. I think we’re done here. And you," you narrowed your eyes at Amelia. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place. I was a fool to think you were an honest and upright person. The same goes for you, Kim Seokjin."
You grabbed your phone and your wallet and walked out the door, ignoring Jin's calls and cries of "come back".
Time skip (two years later)
You reached up to open your garage door, pressing the button on the top of your car’s ceiling. You parked your car, and went into the house. Ever since you ended things with Jin and cut off all communication with him, you had risen to a high position in your boss’s company and had been just given a proposal to be the co-manager of the company. You had told your manager that you would think about it.
You froze when you saw a shadow at your doorstep. “Who are you?” you squinted your eyes at the figure, and your heart dropped as you realized who it was.
It was him.