You weren't lovers. You weren't friends.
They were just two strangers who shared one unforgettable night. Until a small life growing inside your belly changed everything.
Pairing : Kim seokjin x Reader
Genre : Cozy romance, smut, accidental pregnancy, fluff, domestic, couple, found family, emotional, sad, heartbreak, romance, rom-com, marriage
taglist: @seokjins-bride
The hospital room became a blur of endless white walls, the soft hum of the monitor, and the heavy, quiet ticking of the wall clock. True to Sana's words, Jin didn't step foot inside the room again for the remainder of your stay.
Every time you woke up from your medicated sleep, your eyes would instantly dart to the frosted glass door, hoping to see his broad silhouette, but it was always just Sana sitting faithfully by your bedside, or Hoseok walking in with a quiet, sympathetic sigh.
"He's right outside, Y/N," Sana whispered gently one evening, brushing a stray lock of hair from your pale forehead. Her voice was soft, laced with a deep sadness for both of you. "He hasn't left the hospital. He’s the one handling all the paperwork, paying the bills, and speaking with the doctors. And every time the nurses say you’ve fallen asleep... he slips in. He sits by your side, holds your hand, and kisses your forehead while you sleep. But the second you stir... he leaves. He just... he doesn't have the courage to look into your eyes while you're awake. He feels like he failed you."
Hearing that only made the ache in your chest deepen. You wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that you needed him, but your own grief was a heavy, suffocating weight that kept you pinned to the bed.
When you were finally discharged a few days later, Jin wasn't the one who drove you home. Hoseok and Sana brought you back to the quiet penthouse.
The apartment felt completely different now, cold, vast, and hauntingly empty. The door to the spare room, the one Jin had excitedly planned to paint lavender just days ago, was firmly shut.
Jin was dealing with the trauma in his own, devastating way.
The powerful, unshakeable CEO of Onyx company completely vanished. He didn't go to work. He didn't answer his phone. The corporate empire he had built didn't matter to him anymore. Instead, he locked himself away in his private study at the far end of the penthouse, or vanished into the city for hours, walking aimlessly through the cold streets.
He became a ghost in his own home.
Every afternoon, Hoseok would show up at the penthouse, his usual bright energy replaced by a fierce, protective determination. He would walk straight past the living room, giving you a sad, reassuring nod, before heading to the study to drag Jin out.
From the hallway, you could hear Hoseok’s muffled, firm voice through the heavy wood. "Seokjin-ah, open the door. You need to eat. You haven't touched a single thing in two days. Come on, Hyung. Get up. Let's go get some soup."
A few minutes later, the door would click open, and Jin would step out. Your heart broke completely at the sight of him. He had lost weight, his jawline looking sharp and hollow. His usual perfectly styled hair was messy, and his eyes, the eyes that used to look at you with so much fierce, possessive love were completely bloodshot and dead to the world.
He would glance toward the living room where you sat, his gaze lingering on you for a fragile, agonizing second, filled with a raw, unspoken apology. But before you could stand up or call out his name, he would quickly look away, letting Hoseok guide him out the front door by his shoulder.
The two of you were drowning in the exact same sea of grief, living under the exact same roof, yet separated by a vast, heartbreaking ocean of guilt and unspoken pain.
The silence of the penthouse had become a physical weight, crushing whatever strength you had left. A full week had passed since the world fractured, and with every day that Jin slipped further into the shadows, a new, terrifying kind of grief began to take root in your chest.
Anxiety tore through your mind in ruthless waves. You looked around the vast, quiet bedroom, the empty space beside you on the mattress feeling larger than ever. What if this is over? The thought was a sickening, cold knife to the heart.
Your marriage had started under the sudden, whirlwind umbrella of a secret pregnancy. It was the baby that had brought him to his knees, the baby that had bound your lives together so tightly. But now... there was no baby.
Did he look at you and only see the loss? Did he regret it all?
The agonizing spiral of your own thoughts became too much to bear. You wept silently into your pillow, the hot tears soaking the linen until your body grew completely exhausted from the strain, and you finally drifted into a heavy, restless sleep.
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Hours later, the bedroom door clicked open with agonizing slowness.
The room was bathed in the dim, silver glow of the midnight moon. Jin stepped inside, his movements completely silent, like a ghost haunting his own life. He looked completely worn down, his broad shoulders slumped as he approached the side of the bed. He dropped to his knees on the plush rug, just like he had done every single night while you slept.
Slowly, his large, trembling hand reached out. His thumb was incredibly gentle as he wiped away the track of a dried tear from your pale cheek. He leaned in, his eyes closed as he pressed a soft, lingering, and deeply broken kiss to your cheekbone, letting out a ragged, silent breath against your skin.
But this time, the sudden warmth broke through the fog of your exhaustion. Your eyelashes fluttered, and your eyes snapped open.
Jin froze.
The moment his dark, bloodshot eyes met yours in the moonlight, a flash of pure, panicking terror washed over his handsome features.
The guilt suffocated him instantly. He choked back a gasp, immediately straightening up and stumbling backward, his instinct screaming at him to run, to flee back into the dark corridor before he could cause you any more pain.
But you were faster.
Before he could pull away, your hand shot out from beneath the duvet. Your fingers wrapped fiercely around his thick wrist, your grip tight and desperate.
"Don't," you choked out, your voice cracking with a week's worth of unshed words. "Jin, please... don't run away from me again."
Jin’s entire body went rigid. He stood paralyzed at the edge of the bed, his back half-turned to you, his chest heaving violently as he tried to look anywhere but at your face. His wrist trembled within your grasp, but he didn't pull away.
"Y/N... let go," he whispered, his voice a broken, gravelly rasp that sounded entirely unhinged. "You shouldn't look at me. I can't... I can't be here right now."
"Look at me, Seokjin!" you cried out, the raw emotion tearing from your chest as you sat up, using your grip on his wrist to force him to turn around. Tears instantly blurred your vision again. "Are you leaving me? Is this over because we lost her? Please, just tell me if you don't want this marriage anymore!"
The words slammed into Jin like a physical blow. His head snapped toward you, his dark eyes wide with absolute horror and shock at what you had just said.
"What?" he breathed, his voice cracking completely. "What are you saying, Y/N?"
"You won't look at me! You won't stay in the same room as me!" you sobbed openly, your fingers tightening around his wrist until your knuckles turned white. "We got married because of the baby, Jin. And now she's gone... and you're gone too. I'm so scared that you're going to leave me because there's nothing keeping you here anymore!"
A violent, agonizing sob finally tore out from deep within Jin’s chest. The walls he had built up over the past week completely crumbled to dust in a single second.
"No! No, mama, never!" he cried out, his voice a raw, echoing wail of pure grief.
He didn't try to run anymore. Jin collapsed forward, falling heavily onto his knees right on the edge of the mattress. He threw his large, powerful arms around your waist, burying his face completely into your lap. His broad shoulders shook violently as he wept, his hands clutching desperately at the fabric of your nightgown, anchoring himself to you as if he were a drowning man.
"How can you think that?" Jin choked out through his violent sobs, his hot tears soaking straight through the fabric against your thighs. "I didn't run because I wanted to leave you. I ran because I'm a coward! Every time I look at you, I see how much pain you're in, and I know I couldn't protect our little girl. I failed you, Y/N. I failed our family."
He lifted his head, his face completely drenched in tears, looking up at you with a raw, agonizing vulnerability that broke your heart.
"I didn't marry you just because of the baby," Jin whispered fiercely, his large hands moving up to cup your jaw, his thumbs wiping away your tears even as his own poured down. "I married you because I fell so deeply in love with you that I couldn't breathe without you. I don't care about the penthouse, I don't care about the company... I only care about you. Please don't ever think I would leave you. I need you, Y/N. Please... I need my wife."
Hearing his confession, the suffocating anxiety that had plagued you for days completely vanished, replaced by a profound, aching relief. You leaned forward, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly against you as the two of you held each other in the dark room, finally sharing the exact same grief, together.
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The weeks that followed settled into a quiet, heavy rhythm. The raw, screaming agony of the first few days slowly gave way to a dull, echoing ache, a period of slow, deliberate grieving. A profound silence took over the penthouse, the kind that makes the ticking of a clock sound like a heartbeat.
The nursery door remained closed, a silent monument to the future you had envisioned, but it was no longer a wall between you and Jin.
Instead of hiding in the dark corners of the apartment, you and Jin stayed glued together. You slept in his arms every night, waking up to the reassuring, steady thrum of his heart beneath your cheek. He didn't go back to the work right away, choosing instead to handle only what was absolutely necessary from the kitchen table, his eyes constantly tracking you whenever you moved through the room.
Jezi seemed to understand the heavy fog that had settled over her humans. Jezi usually so content to just lounge on her rug, became fiercely attentive. She would pad over to the sofa where you and Jin sat enveloped in a shared blanket, dropping her favorite squeaky toy right onto your laps. When neither of you moved, she would let out a soft, huffing whine, nudging Jin’s hand with her nose until he let out a breathless, fragile chuckle and scratched behind her ears. She wouldn't leave until she saw the faint ghost of a smile touch your lips, resting her heavy chin on your knee as if keeping you grounded.
You were never truly alone in the quiet. Your inner circle refused to let the silence consume you.
Sana and Hoseok visited almost daily, bringing life back into the apartment in gentle, measured doses. Hoseok didn't force his usual explosive energy; instead, he would sit quietly on the floor, helping Jin with mindless tasks or just talking about mundane things to keep his mind occupied. Sana would cook with you, her presence a warm, steady comfort that required no explanations or forced conversations.
Your parents and Jin’s parents practically took turns keeping the household running. They arrived with tupperware containers filled with warm, nourishing stews, quietly doing the laundry and tidying up the kitchen while you and Jin rested. Jin’s mother would often sit by your side, holding your hand in a silent, maternal understanding of a pain she wished she could bear for you. Their quiet care allowed both of you the space to simply exist without the pressure of being strong.
And slowly, beautifully, the healing began. It wasn't a sudden awakening, but rather a gradual softening of the edges of your grief. As the autumn leaves withered away and the air turned crisp, biting, and freezing, you and Jin found each other all over again in the quiet spaces.
You found each other in the late-night conversations where you finally spoke her name, shedding sweet, peaceful tears instead of bitter ones. You found each other in the way Jin’s grip on your waist tightened not out of fear of losing you, but out of total, unshakeable devotion to the woman you were.
Before you knew it, the calendar bled into December, and a heavy, familiar chill settled over Seoul.
It was a Sunday afternoon when the sky finally turned a heavy, bruised grey. You were standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, a warm mug of tea pressed between your palms, when the first crystalline flake drifted down from the clouds. Then another. And another.
The first snow of the year had arrived.
A pair of strong, familiar arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against a broad, warm chest. Jin rested his chin in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning hot against your skin as he looked out at the white flakes beginning to dust the city skyline.
Exactly one year.
One year since you had desperately stepped into his car, trembling with the terrifying secret of an accidental pregnancy. One year since a whirlwind marriage had tied your life to a billionaire CEO who was a complete stranger to you. One year since you had looked up at him under the very first snow of that winter, terrified of what the future held.
So much had been given, and so much had been tragically lost. But as Jin’s large hand slid down, intertwining his long fingers tightly with yours, you didn't feel empty anymore. The space where your pregnancy had been was gone, but your heart was entirely full of him.
"One year," Jin whispered raspy against your skin, as if reading your exact thoughts. He turned his head slightly, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your jawline. "Look at us, mama."
You smiled, a genuine, peaceful smile that reached your eyes for the first time in months. You turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and looking up into his beautiful, dark eyes.
The bloodshot, hollow gaze from the hospital was gone, replaced by the fierce, protective, and profoundly deep love that belonged entirely to you.
"We made it," you breathed softly, a tear of pure gratitude slipping down your cheek.
"We made it," Jin echoed, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, deep, and deeply healing kiss under the falling snow. It wasn't a kiss born of desperation or grief, but a promise of a new beginning.
The first snow of another year was coating the world in a fresh, clean slate of white. The scar of your loss would always remain, but as you held each other tightly against the cold, you knew you were completely healed. You had started with a baby, but you had ended up with a lifetime of love.
The quiet hum of the penthouse heating was the only sound in the room, contrasting beautifully with the silent, dancing white flakes outside.
Jin pulled the thick, plush velvet blanket higher, tucking it securely around your shoulders until you were completely cocooned against his chest. His strong chin rested comfortably on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist like an unyielding shield against the winter cold.
Down by your legs, Jezi had climbed onto the sofa, refusing to be left out. The big, fluffy white Samoyed had curled herself right across your lap, her heavy head resting over your knees as she let out a long, contented sigh. Her warm fur radiated a cozy, comforting heat, and your hand automatically stroked down her back in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Neither of you spoke. There was no need for words anymore. The heavy, suffocating silence of the past year had transformed into something entirely different, something peaceful, sacred, and profoundly safe.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city of Seoul was slowly being painted in a pristine blanket of white. The first snow fell in large, lazy crystals, dusting the balcony railing and the distant skyscrapers. It was the exact same view you had looked at a year ago with a heart full of terror and uncertainty. But today, as you watched the flakes drift down, the tight knot in your chest completely dissolved.
Jin’s long fingers slid under the blanket, finding your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He squeezed gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of your knuckles.
You leaned deeper into him, closing your eyes for a brief moment just to breathe in his familiar, comforting scent of cedarwood and warm linen.
You were no longer two strangers bound by a sudden twist of fate, nor were you two ghosts drowning in isolation. You were a husband and a wife who had walked through the darkest valley of grief and emerged on the other side, holding onto each other tighter than before.
Jin leaned down slightly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, his lips warm against your skin. "I've got you," he whispered raspy, the deep rumble of his chest vibrating against your back. "Always."
You smiled against the blanket, squeezing his hand back as you looked out at the falling snow. The winter outside was freezing, but tucked inside his embrace, with your faithful dog in your lap and his heart beating steady against yours, you had never felt more warm.
“I love you.” You whispered against his neck.
He kissed your head and smiled, “i love you more than anything in this world.”
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A/n : And that's how their story ends 😭 they were bound together because of a baby but they ended up falling in love with each other, that even after the loss of baby, they remained in love and continued to heal each other's scars.
For me, it felt heartbreaking to write such an ending. But I wanted to write something like this, a story which is haunting yet beautiful.
Hope you guys loved it. Do leave your thoughts in asks. I want to read your thoughts and interact with the readers ❤️
(Long story-short, a Y/N story, female. Y/N is the only female victim of the Grabber, and to this story, she is a ghost. For more requests, I am open 💗💗)
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The first time Finney saw her, he thought she was real.
She stood near the far wall of the basement, half-lit by the bulb that swung lazily from the ceiling. Her hair was long, matted with dust, and her clothes — a ripped denim jacket and dirt-stained jeans — didn’t belong to the small-town kids he’d seen around North Denver. She looked older than him. Seventeen, maybe eighteen.
She was staring at the phone.
“Who are you?” Finney whispered.
Her eyes snapped toward him, and for a second, he saw something — anger, pain, maybe both. “You shouldn’t talk so loud,” she said softly. Her voice was sharp but distant, like it came from another room. “He’s upstairs.”
Finney swallowed hard. “You… you’re one of the kids, right? The ones he—”
She cut him off. “Don’t say it.”
He didn’t. Something about the way she looked at him made him feel small — like she’d seen things no one should have to see.
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Her name was Y/N.
She’d been seventeen when the Grabber took her. That was months ago — maybe more (years actually). Time didn’t seem to mean much to her anymore. She never ate. Never slept. And sometimes, when Finney turned away, she disappeared.
But when the black phone rang, she was always there.
“You can hear them, can’t you?” she asked once, watching him clutch the receiver. “The others?”
He nodded.
“Good. Then listen. They want you out of here.”
Her tone was firm, protective — like an older sister or a soldier trying to make him toughen up. When he hesitated, when he started to cry, she’d snap, “Don’t give him what he wants. Don’t cry. Don’t beg.”
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But sometimes, when the light flickered and her voice softened, Finney saw the girl she had been before — a teenager with dreams, fear, and a half-remembered life she’d never finish living.
“Why are you still here?” he asked one night.
Y/N smiled sadly. “Because he buried me in the garden. Because no one found me. Because someone has to stop him.”
Silence.
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to.” She stepped closer, her outline fading a little. “Just promise me something. When you get out — tell them about the girl in the denim jacket.”
Finney blinked, heart pounding. “Y/N—”
But she was already gone.
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When Finney finally fought back — when the Grabber fell, and the phone’s cord wrapped tight around his throat — he swore he heard someone whisper in his ear.
> “Now run.”
He didn’t look back until morning. The cops were digging up the yard when they found her. A denim jacket, bones beneath it, her name stitched faintly on the tag.
Finney stood behind the police tape, the black phone’s echo still in his head.
He thought he saw her one last time, standing on the porch, sunlight hitting her face. No blood. No bruises. Just peace.
She smiled. “Told you you’d make it.”
And then she was gone - with the other kids-leaving only the faint hum of the black phone behind.
Otro hombre besará sus labios, otras manos acariciaran su cuerpo, otros ojos la verán dormir, otros brazos le darán calor en las noches de invierno, otro hombre ocupará tu lugar en esa cama, la ayudará en momentos difíciles, se vestirá de blanco y prometerá lealtad en la salud y enfermedad a otro hombre, sus hijos llamarán "papá" a otro hombre, las noches de películas, las risas, las anécdotas, los viajes, los días de cocina juntos, las peleas... En fin, eso hará tu mujer con otro, porque tú no quisiste ser ese hombre.
