AFFAIR FROM HEART

# We're good just the way we are

Y/N

I pursed my lips as I thought of what to say in response. Finally, I settled on something light, so we could have a laugh in this awful night.

"At least this villain has a great love appeal."

Jungkook's cheeks turned red, visible even under his messy beard. He tugged me close to his body, until we were nose to nose.

"Don't you get scared of me?" he asked after a second of hesitation. I shook my head adamantly. "You can't ask questions tonight. That's just me."

Jungkook frowned, but did not argue further. "That's fair. What's the next question?"

"Tell me about your parents," I breathed.

The smile on Jungkook's face dimmed. He tore his gaze away, his fingers going lightly behind me to trace my spine. "I miss them."

Those three words made my heart clench painfully. His voice was cathartic, scratching the surface and making it bleed. I couldn't stop myself from pressing my lips to his forehead.

"My mother is quite possibly the kindest soul you'II ever meet," Jungkook's voice was softer than I had ever heard. It was almost reverence. "She never hated the men in her life, or what they had done. She did not hate my father for separating her from her family, she did not hate Junghyun for killing almost all of them. She definitely did not hate me for being born accidentally."

"Oh, same pinch!" I forced myself to laugh, because I was really close to crying ugly tears yet again. "My sister was the love mark of my parents. And I was an accident"

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, but I don't know where she is, how she is, I was born and after a few months she left the family. I don't even know her name. Every time I ask her name my mom just glances away. Dad tried his best to search her but she never was found. Now leave, no more talks about my sister. Continue about your mom"

"ahh—okay," he tried to ask me about my sister but I don't want him to search her, I don't want her to come back in our lives again and hurt my parents yet again.

"She has a really nice voice, you know?" Jungkook smiled, making me smile automatically. "She sang me to sleep even in my teens. Whenever I felt sad, I went to her. She really is a great mother."

I choked on a sob. Why must he speak with such sadness in his voice? It breaks my heart! "Why don't you talk to her?"

"Because I never told her that I would be leaving," Jungkook whispered. "I knew that if I did, she would never let me go. Or she would have come here with me. Don't get me wrong, I would've loved to stay with her but not more than wanting to stay alone."

"Why alone?"

"I don't have a reason for it," Jungkook shook his head. "I just wanted to be alone and on my own. I wanted to make my own decisions, I wanted to do things I loved, I wanted to breathe freely. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Absolutely not," I agreed.

Jungkook relaxed his shoulders. For the small second that we passed in silence, I caught Jungkook's gaze fall on my lips. I immediately ruined the moment, not wanting to go weak now that we were here.

"And your father? How is he?"

"He's a mixture of Junghyun and me," Jungkook looked back into my eyes. He paused for a moment to stare at me, making me blush heavily. "actually my father was one of the poor person in this world, like he had failed in his business and then came to this dark world. then he built up his own mafia gang. Then out of enmity my grandparents were killed. Then the rage made my dad to kill so many people then at the final stage he failed yet passed