╰┈➤ "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" The king's words were like a dagger piercing through my heart. In the brief moment where his gaze met mine, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear rise into my belly. The question, though simple in its wording, was weighted...
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It had been months since Jungkook and Y/N found themselves wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other's arms, but despite the peaceful routine they had settled into, the memory of that day still lingered. The incident with Jasmine felt like it happened only yesterday, a haunting shadow that neither of them could completely shake. Her rage, the heartbreak etched into her voice, the crack in her cries—all of it hung in the air between them sometimes, even in the quietest moments.
That day replayed in Y/N's mind often. Jasmine had been so hurt, so broken by the realization that her love for Jungkook was unrequited. Y/N couldn't blame her. Jasmine had been promised something—an alliance, a future, perhaps even a sliver of affection—and it had all crumbled in front of her. She hadn't just lost a king; she had lost the man she loved, someone she thought was hers. The storm of emotions that had burst from her that day... anyone in her position would have reacted the same way.
Y/N could still hear Jasmine's screams, the pain behind each word as she lashed out, calling Y/N names, accusing her of stealing what was rightfully hers. It wasn't just the slap Jasmine had tried to deliver that stung—it was the raw anguish, the feeling that her entire world had slipped out of her grasp. Her heart was shattered that day, and in some ways, Y/N understood her, even if the moment had terrified her.
Jungkook had never spoken much about Jasmine since then. He didn't need to. Every time his eyes softened when they met Y/N's, every time he pulled her close, she knew his heart was here, with her. But sometimes, when the nights were still and the rain tapped softly against the castle windows, Y/N couldn't help but think of Jasmine. Jasmine, the girl who had loved him, the girl whose world had collapsed because of them.
It wasn't easy for Y/N to push those thoughts away, the guilt that sometimes crept in when she least expected it. But then Jungkook would catch her, his gaze unwavering, as if he knew the exact moment the weight of it all settled on her shoulders. He'd remind her, without words, that their love wasn't something to apologize for. That no matter what, he had chosen her—just as she had chosen him. Still, the ghost of that day followed them, a reminder of how love could break, not just bind.
The evening air was cool against Y/N's skin as she stood on the balcony of her room, the soft glow of the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Jungkook leaned against the balcony railing, his posture relaxed yet attentive as he listened to Y/N recount her thoughts, the gentle breeze tousling his hair.
"Do you think Jasmine will ever be able to forgive me?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed out at the sprawling gardens below, where shadows lengthened as the sun dipped lower. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt her."
Jungkook turned to her, his brow furrowing with concern. "Y/N, you didn't do anything wrong. Love isn't a crime, and you shouldn't feel guilty for what happened between us." His tone was firm yet comforting, the sincerity in his words wrapping around her like a warm blanket.
