Cruel Intentions (Part 5)

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"I love you with all my heart for making me a father but I hate myself for how it happened. I know..." Jungkook's eyes stare at Jin-Seon, his eyes watering even more. He wasn't a cryer - especially not in front of others. But the thought of his son growing older and despising him for what he's done to you makes his blood run cold. "I would do anything for you and Jin-Seon and I will spend forever trying to redeem myself."

Jungkook removes the bottle from Jin-Seon's mouth and begins to burp him.

Your step closer to them, your eyes on the unfamiliar mark on his chest. You squint your eyes to see just what it was. Jungkook lifts his head and notices your attention on your chest.

"I forgot to tell you." Jungkook murmurs. He gently stands, holding Jin-Seon to his chest. "I got it done when you were...gone. I added his name the day after I brought him home."

You glance upward to Jungkook then back down to the tattoo engraved into his skin - right above his heart.

Jungkook feels your fingertips touch his skin, tracing the tattoo of your and Jin-Seon's name followed by numbers. You take note that it was the day you and him married - and the day Jin-Seon was born.

You're unsure how to feel. Jungkook had many tattoos littering his body, yet this was reasonably more personal. It being tattoo right above his heart tells it all.

"I'm not telling you to forgive me." continues Jungkook. Jin-Seon was now asleep, his small hand in a tight fist held close to his lips.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"Nothing." Jungkook answers with a shake of his head. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

You cross your arms but turn your head away.

"I told you about my father and what he's done to me and my hyung..." Jungkook starts, he feels his throat swell up. "...and I...I took advantage of you that night. You begged me to stop-"

"You don't have to-" You didn't want to hear this - or relive that night.

"You begged me to stop, Y/N. And I didn't!" Jungkook hisses. He sniffles when Jin-Seon jumps in his arms, but doesn't wake. He rushes to place his son in his crib. He turns towards you, clenching the crib. "I told myself I would never be like that man and I became him."

You didn't know what there was to say to him. You could feel your own throat swell at the sight of him - he's clenching Jin-Seon's crib far too tight that his knuckles were turning white. His eyes were teary and a single drop falls into the crib as he watches his son sleep.

"Thank you for coming back to me." Jungkook's words are sincere. "I know I put you through Hell. I know I didn't give you a choice..."

Jungkook faces you now - even with blurry eyes does he noticed the hurt in your face.

"I don't want our son growing up questioning if I love you or him." Jungkook steps closer to you, gulping. "I want to be the father I never had. I...I..."

Jungkook hangs his head. He doesn't know what to say. It would be cowardly to apologize to you - he has already. Many times, however, it felt wrong. He knew what he did was wrong and to apologize to you once more would be like a slap in the face. You didn't want to hear it - he was sure of it.

"You're not like him." Jungkook hears your low voice through his ears. You curse at yourself for doing this - you owe Jungkook nothing, not even your kindness. But what you heard of Jungkook's father, you knew well enough that his son was nothing like him, no matter what he's put you through. "Jin-Seon...I know he'll be happy to have you as a father."

Jungkook widens his eyes at your words. You aren't looking at him but he appreciates your words. He doesn't deserve them - not after all he's put you through. He steps even closer to you, hands shaking. "Can I hug you?" he mumbles. "It's okay if you-"

"Okay." you nod in agreement. You feel his arms wrap around you and it brings back a flood of memories with just his scent alone. You gulp and exhale.

Jungkook holds you close to himself - tight but not enough to make you uncomfortable. He wasn't one to do this - to show such vulnerability. He was tired of being the man he was since you've been gone - the things he's done to people, especially the women at the Brothel. He felt unlike himself, hating the world for something he's done. You would've never left if he could just say no to whatever bullshit tradition that didn't mean anything. He could've had the chance to see you grow pregnant with his child, to take pictures with you and deal with whatever cravings you had. You and him would be a family - the one he never had when he was a child.

"You never told me you could paint." you cross your arms. Your eyes catch the painting he has with Soo-ah and Hyejin. Both girls are painting rainbows while Jungkook had painted a museum worthy piece - a waterfall surrounded by an array of trees and a stream.

"You never asked." Jungkook snorts, glancing your way.

"Well...it's not like people in your line of work do this." you defend, eyes admiring the painting. The amount of detail you catch was amazing - so amazing that you were sure that this could be a profession Jungkook could work in.

"Is that so?" Jungkook furrows a brow. "Namjoon-hyung also paints - as a hobby. He also writes books."

Namjoon was an intelligent man, you didn't doubt that. If these men were normal people - and not apart of whatever Mafia like gang, you wouldn't doubt for a second that Namjoon was a writer and Jungkook an artist.

"Never judge a book by its cover." you shrug.

You leave it alone - Jungkook was allowed to be talented. He was more ways than one - not only in sex.

Speaking of sex with Jungkook, as you woke this morning you felt the aftermath of the night prior. It hit you like a train, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Sex with Jungkook was always wonderful - and each time you woke up just like this.

What you weren't expecting was the words Jungkook spoke to you. Sure, he was a natural dirty talker and got off on speaking such dirty, praising and sometimes degrading words to you. His words last night got to you, so much so that you begged him to cum inside of you. It embarrasses you each time you think of it, but did you really regret it? The sex was good and consensual. You asked him to and he delivered - you couldn't say you felt indifferent about it.

You grab a quick breakfast - some juice and a bagel. You weren't hungry at the moment and haven't been since you arrived in Greece. Making your way into the back of the beach out, you stroll your way towards the Gazebo that sat a few feet from the pool. You sit and admire the scenery - the mountains are miles away but seem so close. The trees surrounded them are moving around in the wind and you wish you brought your phone to take a picture of it.

"Hello."