Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 27

Jungkook's POV

I stood in the middle of a grassy field. A breeze was blowing making the green grass sway from side to side gently.

It was a summer afternoon and everywhere I looked were light green fields of this soft, long grass. I smiled when I felt the gentle wind hit me on the face softly.

There was this odd kind of peace in the air; odd but sweet. And I enjoyed it.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath of air. Then I let it out, feeling thoroughly refreshed.

I kept my eyes closed for a long time, just listening to the sound of the sweet grass moving along with the wind and the faint but sweet smell of flowers in the air and enjoying the afternoon sun.

When I opened my eyes, someone was standing beside me.

At first, I didn't see who it was. But then I turned my face sideways.

I found myself facing the profile of a very beautiful woman. Her middle length wavy brunette hair swayed on her back as the wind caught it in its gentle grasp. Her eyes were focused in front of her and she wore a smile on her face.

I was about to ask her who she was when she turned around to look at me.

I was shocked to see the person standing in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. After all these years, it really was her.

"Mom," I breathed out.

Her smile grew even wider. She stepped forwards and then brought me inside her embrace. I let her hug me. It took me a moment to hug her back due to the sudden shock.

My mom was really here; alive and well and solid. She smelled just like I remembered her. And she also looked exactly the same; maybe even more beautiful.

I buried my face in her neck and she hugged me tightly.

When she let go, she gave me a smile and kissed all of my face. A tear ran down my cheek.

"Mom, it's really you. I miss you so much. I always have. I was lost when you left. I- I- I didn't know what to do and there was no one to help me understand. I would wait for you for hours before I would slump back and go to my room," I told her frantically as more tears left my eyes.

She wiped them away gently.

"I know, my baby, I know," she said through a sad smile and caressed my cheek.

"Mom, I'm tired of everything. Please let me reunite with you. I have become a monster, Mom. I just want to leave," I told her.

"Not yet, my baby. You have yet to experience happiness and true love and warmth and peace," she said gently and slowly.

Listening to her voice was enough for me to have more tears run down my face.

"Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't become a son that you would be proud of."

She cupped my face and shook her head.

"I'm proud of you, my little baby. For everything that you have been through and for the strong man that you are today," she spoke out.

I spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Mom, there is this someone I know who reminds me of you. She is gentle with me and she cares for me. I have been the worst to her, yet she has been the best to me. She is just like you, Mom. She's strong, she's kind, she's caring, she's sweet, she's generous and she's beautiful," I told her.