Jungkook rolled on his bed , unable to sleep due to the beats of his pounding heartbeats against his chest. He looked at the beauty sleeping besides him as his finger daintily grazed over her naked curves. The billionaire who was known as a player for the longest time was captivated by an innocent lady beside him. He was himself shocked that he was smitten by his angel. Against the dim light of the moon and the slight illumination of the rising sun, he saw her tranquil face. Her lids were closed and lips turned pouty like petals of a blooming flower. He gently dragged his finger along the corner of her lips , feeling her calm breathing.

He sighed , before getting up from the bed. He couldn't sleep because of all the intimate moments that happened between them a few hours ago. It was intimate as well as alluring. But he needed to distract himself. Slipping off the covers from his body, he walked out of the bed before leaving a sweet kiss against her forehead affectionately and covering her once again.

Walking into his closest, he picked up a linen fabric and tight set of pants before heading to his study. But he halted at his personal bar, preparing himself a drink to take his mind off the intoxicating woman who had clouded his mind. As he sat in front of his laptop, he couldn't help but engross himself in the thoughts of her touch and her submission once again.. He knew he was changing and he knew he was changing for her.

However, his silence was short lasting as Y/n entered his study. Her tempting body was wrapped in a thin silk robe and her hair tousled in different directions. She looked at his sexy attire practically stripping him with her eyes. His thighs so strong and firm were spread and his shirt crisp against his body with a perfect amount of his milky chest revealed. His hair was dishevelled, running in all directions and his face glimmered under the twilight.

He was just unbelievably handsome.

"Cupcake?" He whispered with concern. "What happened?"

"I couldn't sleep." She said with a flirty pout. Jungkook easily caught her naughty intentions and gestured for her to enter his room. She stepped into the warm glow of a candle on a table. He set the laptop in his hand on the table, and she saw his eyes quickly flick across her skin and back up to her  own longing eyes.

“Why not?” His voice seemed to catch somewhere in the middle of his throat. He pulled her closer with one hand, setting the other to her soft, bare ankle beneath her robe . “You are not  feeling good?,” he whispered in her ear.

“I missed you.” she murmured, hiding her face in his chest.

“Weren't we together a few minutes ago or you have gotten habitual to me?”

She dipped her head, and he adored her embarrassment. “I missed your warmth. I feel cold”

“I can’t see,” he whispered, letting his frustration fill the words, loving the laugh he summoned with the words. “I need to see if you are cold , Cupcake.”

“Mmm,” he replied, letting his hand climb higher.

“ Why are you drinking so early in the morning?” She questioned as she saw the bottle and the glass of drink in his hand.

“ I wasn't able to sleep..and you know who was the reason?"

"Who?" She whispered.

"You." He paused scrutinising her expressions before gulping his drink. "You are the one that has been leaving me reckless lately. The moment I close my eyes, it's always you. Either naked or clothed..it's always you , Y/n."

She sat stunned and surprised by his words. Several thoughts ran through her brain and every inch of her body melted under his burning stare. His hand lifted up the glass to take another sip, but she skillfully stole it from his hand. His brown orbs lusted over as she sipped from the same side as he did, leaving the mark of her lips thereafter. Jungkook groaned, his body felt like it was on fire as he looked at her move.

Grabbing her jaw , he pressed his mellow cushions against hers roughly. The ice from the drink hadn't melted in her mouth and he could feel the cold substance sliding in his tongue as he caressed her mouth with his. He brushed his lips against hers tentatively, and a moment of exquisite anticipation spun out between them.  Then his mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss that sought to make up for the few moments they had been apart.  She returned his fierce kisses, moaning as their lips and tongues met with frightening urgency. The ice inside her mouth slowly started to melt with the warmth of his tongue gliding over.

Her fingers quickly worked on the other three buttons of his shirt. Their lips moved in a perfect cordial manner. The tantalising kiss left them breathless, but the need and desire never decreased. A shudder left his lips at the sensation of a cold liquid being dropped on his torso.“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, watching her with a quirky brow as she straddled his midriff and lowered over him. The ochre brown liquid slid down his perfectly sculpted muscles like butter and his skin shined under the light.

“I’m craving for some drink too,” she told him with a smirk before she licked a warm, solid pectoral muscle and tasted the bitter and intoxicatingly sweet on her tongue. He smiled, watching her for a moment as she kissed and licked his shoulder and chest, experimenting with the feeling of crisp chest , hard muscle and smooth, warm skin with her lips, teeth, and tongue. She hovered for a moment over a small dark brown nipple. His hand went to the back of her head, cupping it, and she kissed the disc, leaving it delicately with the tip of her tongue. She looked up at him, feeling his nipple pebble. She drank him , fulfilling her thirst with every drop of the liquid gliding over his sculpture. He lifted his head to look at her seductive expression but then leaned back on the comfortable chair , watching her with a tight focus. Suddenly, his rigid abdomen muscles flexed as he sat up slightly and pulled the back of the chair up, so that he was in a sitting yet partially reclined position. His fingers tightened in the back of her hair.

“Go on,” he told her, one eyebrow going up in a gentle dare.

She smiled before she scooted back slightly over his half naked body, her inner thighs and bottom coming into contact with the rough material of his pants and the growing fullness behind them. She took a bite out of the side of him, just over his ribs, and he grunted softly, his fingers tightening in her hair. Her tongue soothed the sting. She lowered further, straddling his thighs. A thrill went through her when she felt his abdominal muscles jump as if her lips and tongue sent an electric current through them. His muscles were so dense and delightfully defined, his skin taut and smooth. When she reached the narrow path of tight skin that led from his belly button below the waistband of his pants , she pressed her lips and palmed his hard on length, loving the sensation of the hard bulge that she created with the touch of her mout. He made a hissing noise above her. But , she wanted to tease , so not making any further movement , she grabbed the glass of bourbon and leaned up brushing her hand up his unbuttoned shirt. Her hot breath hit his ears , as he watched her every move. "Thanks for the drink, Mr Jeon." She ended winking at him , before pushing herself off him and running in direction of the empty hallway.

Jungkook couldn't believe what he noticed a few moments ago. He was on the verge of begging her. Usually, women would be on their knees begging for him to fuck them but Y/n was the only one woman who could manage to keep him on toes. He smiled, missing the touch of her lips against his body but then his smile turned into a devilish smirk..he needed to punish his girl for the stunt she carried out.

Her feet clicked against the cold marble of the giant mansion , and fits of giggle left her mouth as she ran away from his study.

"Are you looking for me , Cupcake?" She jerked listening to his low, droll voice. He stood there with his arrogant smirk and unbuttoned shirt , just the way she left him. However, she could see the darkness behind his eyes..he was pissed and she knew she was going to get punished.

She shivered. From somewhere in the black, a movement scraped across the floor, followed by slow, relentless footfalls. She edged backward into the relative comfort of the vacant hallway.

However, he caught her before she had a chance to run.

And just like that she was up against a wall, her spine to the wainscoting. This time, however, she was not pinned by the wrists but rather by the heat in his gaze. Glowing and darkening with each flicker of dim light, his eyes focused on hers, without moving, without blinking.

By the time she realized Mr. Jeon was very, very angry, and it was too late. His palms were flattened to the wall above each of her shoulders, his feet planted on either side of hers, trapping her in place.

"I wanted to tease you." she stammered, helplessly staring back at him as she gulped for scraps of air.

He smiled. Darkly. Wolfishly. Alarmingly. But he said nothing.

"I didn't want to interrupt your work , I am sorry. I will go back to our room." She meant the words to be decisive and firm, but they sounded so stupid even to her own ears. She should have thought about this before teasing him. But the hot glint blinded by his dark eyes excited her to tease him more.

"Do you?" he asked, his face dipping closer to hers, his intent clear. "Do you want to go back to our room , after the moment has just started turning more interesting? Didn't you come to my study early in the morning because you missed me , baby?" He growled in her ear , pressing his thick length against her drenched lower lips.

She pressed her lips together and the back of her head against the unyielding wall.

"Are you angry?" she whispered with a seductive grin and he loved it. He loved everything about her. He loved her being on her knees and acting like a good and obidient submissive, but he also loved when she would turn all seductress to seduce and tease him even though she knew it would be him who would be in charge.

"Angry?" He repeated softly, lowering his head until his breath coasted across her cheek. Her nerves prickled, as if she could feel that moist heat tickling against every inch of her flesh. He smiled again. "I am quite pleased by your teasing presence , Cupcake. But I am hoping your kisses will make me forget my anger."

Her mouth gaped. She clapped her jaw closed before he had a chance to sweep his tongue inside her mouth.She wasn't giving up anytime soon. His smile widened, as if he had correctly interpreted her action and found it amusing. . . but not the least bit daunting.

Even worse, a restless, burning ache spreading from her belly to her heated limbs made a small part of her wish he would quit teasing and start kissing.

As if reading her mind, he leaned even closer, until his hips tilted at hers and the tips of her breasts rubbed against the bleached linen of his shirt. The bourbon that she wickedly stole from him fell from her fingers to the floor. The crash of glass alerted him but, he gave no response. Right now his aim was to devour the beauty infront of him.

Instead, he coasted his open mouth just above her flushed cheek, his breath steaming against the curve of her cheekbone, the dip below her earlobe, the length of her exposed neck.

Her traitorous body writhed between the hard wall and the even harder man before her. A sudden urge to force his lips upon her thrummed in her veins, but her dimming sense of self-preservation cautioned her to flee while she was still able.

As the warm air from his lips traced the same heated path across the other side of her upturned face, she let out a slow, shuddering breath. She would not flee. She could not. She wanted his skin touching hers perhaps even more than he did.

Finally, his mouth returned to its original position, a mere fingers breadth from hers.

Her lips parted involuntarily, but she kept them parted on purpose.

Victory flashed in his eyes. A rakish grin transformed him from darkly mysterious recluse to triumphant seducer. She blushed at the sudden, frustrated moan she hadn't meant to make. He had won. He knew he had won. But still he didn't kiss her.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. "Please." She begged making him grin.

"Please what?" he asked, his breath spiced with wicked promise. "Should I go away?"

"Please kiss me" she whispered, giving herself for pleading. But he made no further comment.

He lowered his head until his lips grazed across her skin, slowly, teasingly, devastatingly, from the hollow beneath her ear along the line of her jaw until he reached the trembling pulse on the other side.

She wiggled against him until his hips swung forward to trap her more firmly against his frame. Her aching, swelling breasts flattened against his chest. She gasped to realize she could feel the pounding of his heart, leaping and skittering with the same fevered excitement as hers.

His lips brushed across hers, once, twice, thrice. He was toying with her. Tempting her. Teasing her with desire for his withheld kisses until she could stand it no more. The next time he slid his open mouth over hers, she allowed her tongue to edge just far enough between her parted lips to taste him.

Everything changed.

With a growl, his mouth was upon hers. Hot. Wet. Insistent. His fingers still splayed against the wall on either side of her head, but the muscles of his shoulders trembled as though it required all his willpower to keep his hands on the walls and off her body.

His mouth moved against hers, recklessly, desperately. He devoured her in hungry kisses, suckling her tongue, her lower lip, seizing her every breath and replacing it with his.

"I am hard for your touch , you are wet too. I can right now pin you against me and thrust inside the warm flesh of yours. Do you want me to?" His voice dipped an octave lower , loving the way she was squirming beneath him. "Y-yes please do."

He said nothing. Moving closer to her and leaving no place between them , he placed his hand on her bare neck to tentatively trail a finger down to her robe opening. He took her hand and wrapped his arms around her, taking charge and enveloping her for a kiss. The silky brown fabric she wore seemed to have garnered her desired effect. His strong hands began to glide up and down her back, across her ribcage, and finally to her chest. He stopped for a while before separating the silky fabric from her body.

She had no bra.

His marks had turned a darker shade of hue , exciting him. His marks on her smooth body felt like a holy sin and he swore that he would not let any man look in her direction.

"You look so mine."

That thin layer of silk that separated his hand from her breast fell on the floor . As she felt her nipples harden beneath his fingers, Jungkook moaned, and his other hand traced up the front of her curves on her bare skin. She writhed happily as he explored those sinful spots of her body.

He kissed her harder to prevent her from slipping away as nothing mattered to him more than the sweet taste of her lips; his hand on her breast tentatively stroked her nipple through the chilled atmosphere bringing warm pleasure inside her again. He looked at her uncovered breast with adoring eyes and massaged her nakedness as he slid his other hand down much further, where her thighs met her sex.

He stroked her opening gingerly, as if she were a delicate flower that might fall apart. Slowly, he pushed two fingers into her and she soon found herself pressing onto his hand. Pressing hard.

His crooked mouth moved from hers and trailed down her neck until he finally reached her naked breast. He kissed every inch and took her pink flesh into his mouth, suckling as if she was his nourishment.

The hand inside her increased tempo and she gasped at the mounting sensations within her. He licked her breast once more and traversed down her stomach to meet his currently occupied hand.

Jungkook stooped down to his knees and gently separated her labia with both hands. He angled his face up to kiss her pussy, first lightly, teasingly. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside of her and she practically fainted. She began pushing down against his mouth rhythmically. His tongue darted firmly within her — sucking, caressing and causing her to nearly explode.

They both moaned loudly.

Breathless, she straightened up and pulled him out of her to tug at his pants. But he stopped her hands , pinning them once again and whispered, “I’m not finished.”

He pushed her into the darkness and led to his room that he called theirs and sat her on the bed. She shook with anticipation.

Slowly crawling towards her, he uncovered her and threw her lacy drenched fabric to the floor. He laid her down on the bed and covered her entire naked body in kisses. Then he once again began to kiss the innermost part of her — this time he went painfully slowly, until her entire body quaked with delight. He kissed her down there one more time and grabbed hold of her thighs while she bucked against his mouth.

Sitting up, he climbed on top of her and she could feel him press firmly into her pelvis.

Running his hands along her bare breasts, he kneaded them gently. He pressed harder into her body until she thought she could take no more. So slowly, he began to rub himself against her.

Every few seconds she felt him hit her just right, so that she kept wanting more — but she also wanted him deep inside of her.

He stood up, wiped his mouth and pulled her up into his arms.

“ Do you want this , Y/n. It has been only few hours that we fucked eachother like animals. I don't want to hurt you, Cupcake. We can stop if you need rest…” he whispered. She smiled looking at his concern, but it was too late to back away now.

She pushed him back down onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling his firm crotch.

“I want you,” she whispered. “ I want to feel you ."

He growled with lust and rolled her over, so that he was on top once again. He leaned down as if to kiss her  “Are you sure, Y/n?”

“Yes.” She didn’t recognize her own voice.

Jungkook slipped off his pants and pressed against her. Licking his fingers, he rubbed her insides once more and pressed himself slightly into her drenched womanhood. He placed one hand beneath her head and the other to her right side and slowly pushed his way deeper into her body.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said. She nodded and tried to burn every sensation into her mind.

She found his sides with her fingers, intending to thrust him closer to her trembling body, and found herself gripping his hips to pull him even closer.
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The couple lied in the bed , their bodies partly drenched from the fresh shower that they took after hours of intercourse. Y/n's head lay on Jungkook's chest while he played with her hair softly. The moon was long gone and the sun slowly started illuminating the world , the lightness however was obstructed by the heavy blind in the room.

"I want you to sing for me someday." She spoke suddenly, making his actions stop. It had been a long time since he had sung or played anything. But, he couldn't tell her the reason yet. She lifted her head and rested her chin on his firm and robust chest looking at him with a smile. Her fingers drew patterns over his dermis, while he continued keeping his eyes closed.

"Hmm.." his voice vibrated , "It will be my pleasure to sing for a beautiful girl like you." Her cheeks reddened with happiness and joy. He made her feel so confident and beautiful. Sometimes, she felt like a completely new and unfiltered version of herself with him. "But you know-" his deep voice rang in her ears. "- I charge for my talent. So you need to pay me for it." He teased her , so she pushed herself up to face him and come to his eye level. "And what is it?"

"Nothing much , a few hundred smiles , a few thousand hugs and a few million kisses." He continued stroking her back affectionately providing her his warmth that she missed.

" Wish granted." She spoke before pressing her lips against his once again. Despite her kisses being gentle and soft as compared to his , they were equally demanding and passionate. He moved her on top of him and squeezed her ass possessively earning a moan from her.

However, their sweet moment was interrupted as her phone started ringing earning an irritating groan from him. She smiled against his lips before, she pushed herself off him. Taking her device in her hand she looked at the ID which only made her wonder the reason of Sohee calling her so early in the morning. They still had a few hours before their college would start and she knew very well that Sohee wasn't a person who would wake up at seven in the morning.

"It's your sister." She said flashing the screen infront of his eyes. He squinted his eyes , before rolling them. "That panda is up? So early?"

Y/n shook her head at his humourous remark before she picked up the call.

"Hello."

"Hello Y/n." Sohee whispered from the other side, her voice seemed heavy. Y/n instantly got up from the bed , catching Jungkook's attention, making him look at her with questioning eyes.

"S-Sohee , are you crying?" She asked, as Jungkook looked at her with worried eyes.

"Is Jungkook with you?" She spoke swallowing the big chunk of her tears.

"Yes he is. But what happened?"

"D-Dont ask anything. Just ask him to come to Jeon mansion." Y/N's body felt tensed. She could feel something was very wrong. Sohee was not a person who would hide something from her. But now that she did , she knew something was wrong.

"Okay. I will ask him to be there. Just calm down okay."

"Don't leave Jungkook alone , Y/n. He will need you."
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The ride to the mansion was nothing less than the struggle for both of them. The way Sohee had ended up the conversation, both of them knew absolutely nothing was right. Sweat formed along Jungkook's forehead as he accelerated the vehicle.

"Hey, everything is fine. Don't worry." Her words gave him a temporary relief but his anxiety returned as they entered the grand entrance of the Jeon mansion. As he looked around, everything seemed unpleasant. Walking through the hallway, he could see the servants and a few of his relatives claded in black suits with their with their heads hung low. He licked his dry lips , and intervined his hands with Y/n's as he heard muffled cries.

As they made their way to the leaving area, he caught his father being held by Namjoon while Sohee cried in Taehyung's arms. His brow stitched together and the grip around Y/N's hand only tightened as he saw their tear stained faces. Sohee cried uncontrollably in Taehyung's arms while his father sat down looking dazed in a thought.

"Why are you all cry-" And that's when his world came down crushing into peices when he saw the dead corpse infront of him.

His mother. Her body kept inside the coffin.

His blood turned cold and life drained from his body. Jungkook's feet stumbled and head spinned having difficult to process his surroundings. As if his ears had turned deaf , he couldn't hear anything around him. The sight infront of his eyes was turning black, but he was saved as Y/n supported his torso bringing him back. He could not believe if this was true. His mother was dead? No ...it can't be . This was a lie. She can't leave him like this.

"W-what..this?" He cried in pain as his migraine inflicted his senses. Namjoon instantly rushed by his side , supporting him.

"This is for you, Jungkook." He mumbled softly before handing him a white peice of sheet.

With trembling hands , Jungkook opened the letter , before looking at his surroundings.

' My son, Jungkook.
I don't know if I still hold the right to call you my son after all that I did to you. I know you must hate me a lot and you should absolutely hate me. I was beyond brutal with whatever I did with you. And that's the reason I am punished. When I came to know that I was diagnosed with leukemia, I once thought to come to you and ask your forgiveness..but I couldn't , because I was too coward. I couldn't look into my own eyes. I hate myself for whatever I did to you, Jungkook. I don't deserve to be called a mother, when I differentiated between my own children. But I guess it's too late . By the time you will read this , I will be gone already, but I just wanted to tell you that..I love you Jungkook. I am at my deathbed and now that I look back I can only curse myself to be such a cruel mother. But remember that you will always have a special place in my heart. But don't keep a place for me in your heart. I am too dirty and filthy to be given a special place. Give that place to someone better, who deserves this world..who deserves you. I never saw you growing up , but I want to see you happy now. I hope you will find an angel in your life , who will love you beyond boundaries. Who would stand infront of you during your difficulty and behind you during your happiness. I hope you fill find someone in your life who will catch your heart and keep it like the most important treasure. A person without whom you are incomplete. A person who would own your every breath..a person for whom you wouldn't think twice before sacrificing yourself. Moreover I hope you will find a love who will love you more than themselves. Who could give you everything that you craved for your entire life. That is the only thing that I can wish for you. I was too coward to come and face you but if you ever loved me once , please try to forgive me. I know I am being greedy again , but please come to my funeral and bid me happily. But only if you want to. That's all I can ask for . Please take care of your sister and father.

Goodbye Jungkook.'

A few drops involuntarily left his eyes as he read the letter.

"N-no..this can't happen. She's not gone . She's alive." He whispered with trembling voice.He looked at his friend with hopeful eyes , but Namjoon shook his head , crying harder looking at his friend's distress. Jungkook pushed him away, running to his father.

"Dad ...this is not true , right? Mom is not gone, right?" But his heart clenched as his father shook his head.

"Sohee, why are you crying. I know this is one of your prank. Mom can't go..she can't go away so easily." Sohee cried more into her lover's arms before running to her brother.

"She's gone Jungkook..she's gone." She mumbled in his chest , giving him a comforting hug. But he was too adamant to accept anything. Pushing her away, he backed away. He shook his head looking at everyone with hate.

"Y-You all are liars. You are playing with me. I hate you..I hate you all." With his final words he ran up the stairs . Y/n stood shocked, finding hard to comprehend to everything that was happening around her. Just a few minutes ago, everything was just so fine and now.. nothing was. Her heart squeezed as she saw Sohee and Jungkook's state.

She flinched as someone shook her arm . Looking behind, she saw Sohee and Namjoon standing behind her. " Go to him Y/n. You are the only one who can anchor him right now.”

Her journey down the hall and up to the grand stairs was full of nervousness and fear. The aching and distressing sobs could be heard in the background, but what was she frightened was to witness Jungkook's state. Her pace slowed down to a creep as she came closer to his door. She stood petrified looking at Jungkook's condition as she stood infront of the door.

This was completely unexpected and opposite of what she thought. She thought, maybe he would scream or shout or throw things to let out his anger and sadness..to let out his affliction. But no. There was a pin drop silence. She thought maybe he would let himself free today for once and express himself, but no..he again submerged all his pain , his agony within himself.

She ran and dropped to her knees infront of him. He sat on the floor leaning against the bed, where the sheets were undone , folded over with his head hanging in between his knees. His body wracked with silent sobs.

"Jungkook." She whispered with a great pain inflicting in her words while looking at him. His fingers were tangled in his hair so tight , his knuckles turned white. His quick , ragged breathing continued. And more than anything right now she was scared that he would hypervalinate if he continued like this.

Running her hands over his arms daintily , she tried pulling his hair out of his grip.

"I know it's difficult for you , Jungkook. But you need to let it out. Burying it will only give you pain and I can't see you in pain , baby."  She spoke in a calm voice , inhaling audibly. She wanted him to cry, she wanted him to shout ..what she didn't want was to let his body stay numb. Slowly caressing his arm, she embraced his rigid fist , before intervining their hands. Her finger gently traced the outline of his sharp jawline but he refused to look up at her and continued looking down.

"Say something Jungkook, please."

"Is-is she really not going to come back?" He managed to speak with his weak croaked voice. Her tranquility instantly broke due to his question. Her throat held back from sobbing. Her strength left her , but she had to be strong..for Jungkook. For her very own devil. 

"No.. Jungkook. She isn't coming back." She whispered but he sat in silence. Like everything around him was happening in a slow motion. His blood was turning cold , and body felt lifeless as if the soul was long gone . Her heart sank looking at his state of misery.

She knew what he wanted..she could feel it. He wanted a warm embrace to provide him heat , a shoulder to cry and words that could make him regain his inner peace. Despite of the number of tears that ran down her own eyes , she pushed his legs apart settling between them. She sat on his lap and leaned his head on her chest.

"You need to cry baby.. don't do this to yourself, Jungkook. Seeing you in pain hurts me." Like her pacified words subdued  his pain and torment of years , a tear escaped his lids.Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

"S-she can't go like this Y/n. Call her back. Am I such a bad son that I didn't deserve to know that she's  dying?" He curled up in her embrace holding her closer, his voice cracking with every slithering sob .

"No, Jungkook-" She spoke, shaking her head. "-You are the best son , the best brother, the best person in this world." It was painful to see him like this , but all that she could do was to embrace him and let the torrent of his tears to soak through her shirt. She could feel him clench his fists, not knowing whether to give up hope all together. She could hear him silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his pride. She ran her fingers through his hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within his mind.

After a few moments, his breaths, while still choppy , calmed into deep inhales and exhales.

"His name was Jin", he seethed reffering to his brother..she shook her head as all she wanted was for him to attain his sanity back and not to know about his past , but he stopped her. "Let me speak , Cupcake. I am tired of keeping this thing inside me for years now." He pressed his head further into her chest and brought her closer to him. Inhaling her intoxicating vanilla fragrance and with the touch of her lips on his temple , he found serenity.

"J-Jin wasn't my real brother. He was from my mother's first relationship. But despite that , the bond between us was stronger than what it could have been if we were real-" a sob kept him from completing his sentence.

"Shh...it's okay." She murmured , while placing kisses on his frons.

"He was mom's favourite. Mom loved him alot. More than me , more than dad , more than Sohee, more than herself. He was already born when my mom and dad got married. After a few years , I was born , despite that , I always craved the love of a mother-" after a few more breaths , he leaned up , letting himself relax in her arms. He closed his eyes and let out a breath through pursed lips.

"-Be it his birthday, or any event or any competition, mom was always excited for him. But I always craved for that love , yet I was never jealous of him , because Jin was everything for me. H-He would be the first one to wish on my birthday. For an instance, my parents would forget about it , but he.. never. Dad was always busy traveling for work and mom only cared about Jin. But he loved me more than anything in this world and I loved him too."

"He was the best." He completed , with a small smile. "It was my eighth birthday , and I wanted to celebrate in a grand way. So I forced my parents to go to our farmhouse. Mom was hesitant, but since Jin forced her , she agreed. A day before my birthday, we both were playing hide and seek in the house , and I hid myself in the kitchen room. I wasn't knowing about the open wires , but unknowingly there was a sudden short circuit which led to a bigger spark. I was scared..I didn't know what to do, all I could see was heights of flames in front of my eyes. I was afraid , and I couldn't utter a single word. I could hear my parents and Jin screaming my name...but no..I couldn't move , I was paralysed. But then , I found a thick blanket covering me and as I looked up.. he was there..my savior. As we reached the entrance, I could see our parent's faces smiling, feeling releived but the suddenly I was pushed with a force making me land on the ground and when I looked back all I could see was the entire house burning. Y/n..h-he died because of m-" His voice cracked, seething all the avalanche of tears that he had incarcerated within him for twenty years.

His hair was dishelved due to his strong grip on them, his brows stitched in pain and eyes red and wet. She hadn't seen him so vulnerable and raw and she felt as if someone had taken all the happiness of her life. She was finally seeing the bare version of him..the one that he had burnt away years ago. Every tear falling from his eyes was burning her heart. Yes , she wanted him to let his emotions free..but now that he did , all that she wished was to take all his pain away and make everything better . For him.

"He died because of me Y/n...I killed hi-" his words however were left incomplete as she pressed her lips on his mellow ones , silencing all this cries. Indeed, Jin was an amazing brother, a selfless brother who didn't think twice before giving up his life for Jungkook. No words..no exclamations could describe his sacrifice..but what hurted more was Jungkook blaming himself for his death.

"You did not kill him Jungkook..you gave him another life." She spoke in an undertone, making him look up at her with his puffy eyes. A faint smile painted her face as she looked at the innocence of his eyes...for a moment she felt that the man infront of her wasn't the seductive and intimidating billionaire rather he was the cute eight year old munchkin.

"He is alive here Jungkook-" clasping his hand within hers , she placed it right on top of left side of his chest. "- he's here. He's inside you." His body that once fell on the ground like the warmth of life stolen away by death's cold embrace felt like being alive again. Her words were like the flickers of hope syncing with his humble heartbeats.

"He gave you this life , Jungkook..you know why? Because he loves you alot. He loved you more than he loved himself, he cared about your dreams more than his , hence he didn't think twice before giving away himself for you-" she daintily played with his hair, as he found his content in her arms. "-he gave you a new life so that you can enjoy it..so that you can fulfill your dreams, Jungkook. Think how hurt he will be , if he sees you like this , hurting yourself. He won't be happy, right? He will be very hurt. And I know you don't want him to be unhappy..so cry if you want, I will lend you my shoulder...talk if you want , I will always sit by your side to hear you..but don't hurt yourself , because it hurts me too."

She wiped his cheeks gently, unable to speak anymore as her chest clenched with hurting pain but she couldn't look away either hearing his tragic past. She didn't know how many more untold stories were hidden behind his eyes , but she promised herself that she would love every dark shade of his. Because that was what made him beautiful. That was what made him , hers.

For Jungkook, he finally unbounded his deep emotions that suffocated him from within. He finally had a shoulder to lean on and someone who could hear him without judging him. She was the first person after his father who knew about his truth and didn't hold him as guilty. All his life, he was told to be the reason why his brother died , he was accused of snatching away everything he had and said that he didn't deserve it. But ,irrespective of all the claims that were shot on him , she stood by his side. Not once did she ever show a hint of doubt for him and he knew he could fight the world only if she stayed by his side. He knew she could be the only one who could make him better. While being with her , he always saw the day of hope rather than a mist of dark night. So he finally decided to tell her everything.

"After he died..mom started to hate me. She would hurt me with sticks but her words would hurt more , she burnt me but I wasn't allowed to shout. Everytime I whimpered in pain, her punishment would only increase. She started taking drugs and attempted to give me too because that way I would sleep in a corner and she won't have to see my face or hear my voice. Because in me , she saw a murderer. A murderer of her son .W-when a kid is afraid, he rushes to his mother because he knows those arms would make him feel the safest. But the same arms turned the strings of horror for me. I wasn't allowed to cry, scream , anything. What I was allowed was to sit and recieve her brutal punishment without any word."

Y/N's eyes watered uncontrollably hearing his words. She could never imagine how could a mother do this to her own son. How can a mother be so cruel. In the world where a mother is compared to god , she became a nightmare for him.

"And you know what did she ask me in the letter?" He sniffed before continuing." To forgive her.I know what she did with me was terrible. All the bruises , all the marks that she painted my skin with didn't only damage my body but soul too. But it hurts..to know that she didn't trust me enough to tell me about her disease. Once , only once if she would have told me , I would have ran to her. I loved her , despite whatever she did to me. I-I cannot forget what she did to me...but I can't hate her too."

Who better than her could understand his dilemma. A few weeks ago , when she saw her father after years standing infront of her, she wanted to go back to him, to hug him , to tell him all her struggles ,everything. But her feet stopped her. He was the same man who betrayed her mother just for a few moments of lust. Jungkook was in the same situation today, though their stories were different, the one who had betrayed them , was very dear . Neither did she hate her father nor did he hate his mother. But they couldn't forgive them for what they did.

"When I wanted to cry , I was asked to wipe my tears because I was told that boys don't cry.. crying is a symbol of weakness. When I wanted to let out my anger and shout I was asked to burry that vexation because a gentleman never shouts. When I was scared and wanted an embrace to feel safe , I was asked to be brave, not to boost my confidence..but because I was a boy , and boys need to be fearless. When I wanted to be happy , I was never allowed to do that and when I wanted to hate I was already hollow... happiness, anger , fear , hate everything was bottled up inside me for years but now it has all vanished , there's a void deep inside. Yet I am expected to forgive..to love. How can I reciprocate these feelings when all my life I was nothing but a still body , existing in this world?" His voice quivered. Jungkook was her strength, and witnessing his excruciating state , made her heart shudder with misery. She could never imagine what he went through. She could never be as strong as him. She was the one who was hearing this..but he went through it. Went through all the baseless accusations, hate and anger of people throughout his life. But not anymore. She promised herself to bring his old self back. She would give him all the love...all the affection that he craved his entire life.

She pacified while sitting on his lap , wrapping herself around him in an attempt to give him any comfort if she could. His cries were the most heartbreaking sound of her life. She compressed him in her arms with a convincing solace , telling him that she was right here for him. On his shoulders, fell her own tears and beneath the sound of his sobs were her own.

"You are not weak , Jungkook. Crying does not make you weak. It is rather a symbol of true courage that we have to express our emotions beyond our words can. But don't run away. Irrespective of what the situation is ; how difficult it is, I will stand by your side. Always."

His breathing started to become erratic again. His fingers dug into her skin. She leaned back and brushed his hair back and out of his face. "I am not asking you to forgive her Jungkook. But you need to face her for the last time. Tell her all your complaints..tell her everything you wanted to..but don't run away. You are her son, so show her your love that you have within yourself for the last time."

His eyes opened and his breathing slowed. He licked his dry lips, while looking at hers. Her words were like rain and sun full of life and warmth. And he was tired from running. But not anymore. Now that he had revealed a major part of his dark past to her , he decided to submit himself too. Wrapping his arm , around her waist, he nodded at her.

"But, you will stay by my side, right?"

"I will, Jungkook. Always."

His mind was warning him, signalling him from where he was falling but the billionaire Jeon Jungkook was listening to his heart lately.His lips pressed to hers and for a moment she couldn’t find air. He used that moment, pulled her closer, flattened all of her against hard muscles, wrapped her in his long arms. His hands cradled her, his fingers dancing and doing things to her neck and her back that sent her nerves spinning. She sobbed, caught a breath, opened her mouth against his, and surrendered. He expressed himself, his pain, within the kiss. He tasted her saline tears while she tasted his. Kiss wasn't like needy , and rough that they had shared earlier , rather it was more passionate and with each brush of their lips , they assured eachother that even if the entire world would go against them , they would never leave eachother.

Y/n parted her lips , before looking at him and pecking his forehead.

"You need to say your mom the final goodbye."