The next morning, Y/n woke up to find Jungkook already out of bed. She stretched and made her way to the kitchen, where she found him sipping coffee and staring out the window. He looked deep in thought, his brow furrowed.

"Good morning," Y/n said softly, trying not to startle him.

Jungkook turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did," she replied, moving to pour herself a cup of coffee. "How about you?"

"I slept okay," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "Y/n, about yesterday... I've been thinking."

Y/n looked at him, sensing the seriousness in his voice. "What is it, Jungkook?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "I want to tell you about my parents. It's not an easy story, but you deserve to know."

Y/n set her coffee down, giving him her full attention. "I'm here to listen, Jungkook. Take your time."

Jungkook nodded, looking out the window as he began to speak. "My parents...they had a complicated relationship. My father was a powerful man, involved in the same kind of business I'm in now. But he was also very controlling and harsh. My mother...she was kind, gentle, but she was trapped in that relationship."

He paused, his voice growing thick with emotion. "When I was young, I saw things no child should see. My father would hurt my mother, and I felt powerless to stop it. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. She left, and I never saw her again."

Y/n's heart ached for him. She reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Jungkook, I'm so sorry. That must have been incredibly hard for you."

"It was," he admitted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I vowed never to be like my father. But sometimes, I feel like his shadow is always looming over me. That's why I get so protective and possessive. I don't want to lose you like I lost her."

Y/n squeezed his hand, her heart breaking for the pain he had endured. "You are not your father, Jungkook. You're a good man, and you love fiercely. That's what makes you different."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to hear you say that."

She leaned in, kissing him gently. "We'll get through this together. You're not alone anymore."

Jungkook held her close, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace.

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Later that day, Jungkook was determined to make it up to Y/n for the tension of the previous days. He found her in the living room, reading a book and enjoying a quiet afternoon.

"Y/n," he called softly, approaching her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Jungkook?"

"I've been thinking," he said, sitting down beside her. "I want to apologize for snapping at you yesterday. I was out of line."

Y/n smiled, sensing his playful mood. "Oh? And how do you plan to apologize?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I have a few ideas," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

She shivered at his touch, but decided to continue her teasing. "I'm not sure if I want to hear them," she said, pretending to go back to her book.

Jungkook grinned, recognizing her game. "Really? What if I do this?" He began to kiss her neck, his hands sliding around her waist.

Y/n bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. "Jungkook, I...I'm trying to read."

He chuckled against her skin. "I know you are. But I think you'll like my apology more."

She couldn't hold back a smile any longer. "Maybe. But you have to make it really good."

Jungkook's eyes darkened with desire. "Oh, I will. Trust me."

He picked her up effortlessly, carrying her to their bedroom. He laid her down gently, his hands exploring her body with a possessive intensity.

"You're mine, Y/n," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. "And I'm going to show you just how much you mean to me."

Y/n's breath hitched, her teasing facade completely gone. "Jungkook..."

He silenced her with a fierce kiss, his hands moving with practiced ease. "Let me make it up to you," he murmured against her lips.

As the passion between them ignited, Y/n felt all the tension and worry melt away. Jungkook's touch was tender yet demanding, and she knew that he was pouring all his love and regret into every caress.

Hours later, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their breathing heavy and content. Y/n looked up at Jungkook, her heart full of love.

"You're forgiven," she whispered with a smile.

He laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good to know. But I think I'll keep apologizing anyway."

Y/n giggled, kissing him gently. "I wouldn't mind that."