Silent Whispers | jjk & kth | ✔️

8

The room was cloaked in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the window. Taehyung and I lay side by side in silence, the weight of unanswered questions lingering in the air. I knew that I had to confront him about Han Gyeong once again, despite sensing his reluctance.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to break the silence. "Taehyung," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible. "I need to know... how did Han Gyeong really die?"

Taehyung's body tensed beside me, his reaction immediate. He turned away slightly, his breathing becoming uneven. I could feel the tension radiating from him as he struggled to respond.

"Please, Taehyung," I pleaded, my voice tinged with disappointment. "I thought we promised to be honest with each other. I need to understand what happened to her. It's eating me up inside."

His frustration evident, Taehyung turned to face me, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and exasperation. "I told you to stop talking about her!" he exclaimed, his voice edged with panic. "It's not safe to dig into her past. You need to let it go, for your own sake."

His reaction startled me, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt. I had hoped that Taehyung would be the one person I could confide in, the one who would help me unravel the truth. But instead, he seemed determined to keep me away from the answers I sought.

"I can't just let it go, Taehyung," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and determination. "There's something more to her story, something I need to uncover. I can't ignore it anymore."

Taehyung's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding flickering in his eyes. He reached out to hold my hand, his touch offering a semblance of comfort. "I know you're curious, but sometimes the truth can be dangerous," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. Please, trust me on this."

As conflicted as I felt, I couldn't deny the depth of Taehyung's worry for my well-being. The fear of the unknown mingled with my desire for answers, creating a tangled web of emotions within me.

With a heavy sigh, I nodded, acknowledging Taehyung's concern. "Okay," I whispered, my voice laden with resignation. "I'll respect your wishes... for now."

Taehyung squeezed my hand gently, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and relief. Although I couldn't deny my disappointment at not receiving the answers I longed for, I realized that Taehyung's intentions were rooted in his love and concern for me.

As I closed my eyes, the questions and uncertainties swirled in my mind, vowing to keep my determination burning until the day I could finally uncover the secrets that surrounded Han Gyeong's enigmatic existence.

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The aroma of breakfast filled the air as mother and I stood side by side in the kitchen, preparing a meal together. The warmth of the morning sun spilled into the room, casting a comforting glow over our shared space. In this familiar setting, I decided to seek solace in my mother's presence and attempt to broach the topic of Han Gyeong once more.

"Mum," I began tentatively, my voice filled with a mix of hope and trepidation, "I've been thinking about Han Gyeong. Do you know anything about her? How she died?"

Mother's hands stilled for a moment, the room growing quiet as a somber expression settled upon her face. I could sense her reticence, her reluctance to delve into the depths of past sorrows that still haunted our family.

"No one talks about death in this house," she replied with a coldness in her tone, her voice laced with unspoken pain. It was clear that the mere mention of Han Gyeong's passing had opened a wound that was intimately tied to the loss of her son, Jungkook.

Regret instantly washed over me as I realized the insensitivity of my words. I should have been more mindful of my mother's grief, understanding that it was still a raw and painful wound for her. I quickly apologized, my voice filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry, Mum," I murmured, my voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to bring up painful memories. I should have thought before asking. Let's focus on breakfast, and I promise I won't mention it again."

"It's alright, my dear," she replied, her voice tender. "I know you're curious, but there are some things best left in the past. Let's cherish the present and focus on what lies ahead."

Nodding, I appreciated mother's understanding and wisdom. We resumed our breakfast preparations, the clattering of pans and the familiar sounds of our shared routine filling the kitchen once more. In that moment, I understood that our bond was stronger than any unanswered questions or enigmatic figures from the past.

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I sat in the bathroom, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and determination. I had taken a risk, delving into the security room and searching through the records to find Han Gyeong's contacts. Now, I was about to make a call that could potentially unravel the mysteries surrounding her untimely death. With trembling fingers, I dialed Han Gyeong's daughter's number.

After a few rings, she picked up the phone. Her voice sounded weary, carrying the weight of grief and longing. I took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak.

"Hello," I said softly, "This is... this is the daughter-in-law of the Kims. I wanted to ask about your mother, Han Gyeong. What exactly happened to her?"

There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh. Her words were filled with sadness as she began to share the details of her mother's passing.

"She appeared to die in her sleep," she said, her voice laden with sorrow. "But the thing is, she was really healthy. It didn't make sense. And what's even more troubling is that we weren't allowed to have an autopsy performed on her body."

The weight of her words hung in the air, the injustice of Han Gyeong's death echoing through the conversation. It was a painful reminder that there were unanswered questions and a lingering quest for justice.

Her daughter's voice held a mix of grief and determination as she continued, "It was an unfair death, and I still crave for justice for my mother. I want to uncover the truth and find closure."

I listened intently, my heart aching for her and her family. The depth of their pain and their desire for justice resonated with my own longing to understand the secrets that surrounded Han Gyeong's life and death.

"I'm here to support you," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "We will find a way to seek the truth together, for the sake of your mother and for the healing of all those affected."

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