A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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•A single flicker of genuine connection igniting the flames of unexpected passion•
💕•Chapter Three•💕
Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she gazed at the unconscious young boy sprawled upon her enormous bed. "Yoongi, you may leave," she instructed, her voice calm yet firm, as he placed a fresh set of clothes on the side. He nodded obediently, quietly departing from the mafia queen's room.
As soon as Yoongi exited, Y/N approached the motionless boy, her eyes fixated on his bandaged leg. Biting her lip, she sighed and crouched down beside him, her breath gently caressing his pale skin.
"Look at you, sleeping like a baby," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and concern. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it onto the floor. It was in that moment she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she bore witness to the sight of his abused torso.
The boy's body bore countless injuries, some faded and others fresh, as if he had been subjected to a relentless cycle of beatings without respite.
The marks marred his once pristine skin, casting an ominous shadow over his otherwise beautiful form. Black, purple, and blue bruises adorned his body, a painful tapestry that tugged at Y/N's heart, causing an ache within her chest.
"Are these cigarette burns?" she murmured, her fingertips delicately tracing the old burn marks that marred his chest. The evidence of past torment was etched into his flesh, a haunting reminder of the cruelties he had endured.
"Who could be cruel enough to hurt you?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and anger.
Y/N settled herself on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the terrible marks that marred the boy's delicate skin. Her gaze shifted to his innocent, slumbering form.
"It seems like you've endured so much," she spoke softly, her words a reflection of her understanding that this innocent boy had faced hardships long before he entered her world. Y/N despised those who believed they had the right to inflict pain upon others. That power belonged solely to her.
With a determined thought, she grasped the new shirt and carefully dressed him in it. "From now on, no one will dare to lay a finger on you," she declared, a slight smile gracing her lips as she caressed his smooth cheeks and placed a gentle kiss upon his forehead.
"From this moment forward, you will belong to me, my pretty boy," she claimed, her thumb continuing to stroke his pale, soft skin.
"I will protect you, and I will make you mine, you will be known as Ye Y/N's boy" she added, unzipping his torn jeans with a mix of possessiveness and a promise of safeguarding.
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With a tired yawn escaping his patched lips, Jungkook reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling the weariness seep into his bones. A whimper escaped his lips as he shifted, the pain in his leg reminding him of the disturbance he had experienced.
