MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 7 A Quiet Night, Interrupted
At Y/N's Home
By the time she reached home, exhaustion had settled deep in her bones.
Her mother was setting the table, warm light spilling over steaming bowls of stew.
Her brother,Min-Jae— sixteen, still all chaos and charm — waved a spoon at her from across the table.
Min-Jae:"You're late! I was about to eat your share."
Min-Jae(mock gasp): "Unfair!"
Their laughter filled the room — soft, real, grounding.
For a moment, Y/N let herself forget marble floors and cold glares.
Dinner was warm. Her mom teased her about not bringing anyone home yet.
Her brother kept asking when she'd buy him a new tablet.
For once, the world felt simple.
After dishes were done, Y/N changed into her hoodie, ready to collapse on her bed.
The Call
The phone buzzed on her nightstand.
Her heart sank.
She looked at the clock — 10:14 PM.
Silence.
Her stomach knotted.
She turned toward her mom's voice from the kitchen — humming softly, unaware of the storm waiting outside that door.
She grabbed her coat, keys jangling as she slipped out quietly.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement — the city's hum echoing around her
.As she walked toward the waiting taxi, the cold air bit against her skin.
But nothing felt colder than what she was walking back into.
?? You felt that shift too, didn't you? One peaceful night, one phone call — and suddenly, everything changed.
?? Thank you for feeling every heartbeat, every silence, every word with me. You make this story breathe.
? Keep reading, my loves — it only gets deeper from here! ????