Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 28

Yeri's POV

I stood in front of the windows in my room and stared out of them while the cup of tea in my hand transferred the heat into my palm and my fingers that were curled over it, cooling it in the process.

My mind drifted towards the events that had happened a few hours earlier, in the morning.

Our ride home had been pretty quiet. Jungkook never spoke a word to me and neither had I tried making conversation.

I had let him be in quietness. He needed that to process things and settle his probably racing mind and I didn't want to be in the way of his peace of mind.

I had just looked out the window most of the time or kept my face focused on the seat in front of me. I had glanced once or twice at Jungkook sitting beside me but had let him be.

His eyes had been puffy from all the tears he had cried in after who knows how long.

Speaking of which, I was quite shocked when Jungkook had asked me to go with him. But when we were finally there and I saw Jungkook, one look into his eyes told me all that he had been hiding.

He had been afraid all these years. He been afraid that if he finally went to their graves, he would make peace and accept the truth that his parents were never coming back.

And in order to get rid of his fear, he had shut himself and his heart up to his emotions and his feelings, making him turn so cold; or seemingly cold.

My mind lingered over the things I had told Jungkook while he sat in front of his dead parents' graves in his most vulnerable state. I had meant every single word I had told him.

I had never seen Jungkook as my enemy. But, when he had brought me back into this cursed life, I had developed very strong feelings of hate for him.

Because he had destroyed my life in just a single second. I hated him no more. As to what I really felt for him, I didn't know, but I knew I didn't hate him anymore.

As much as he had made my life worse, he also had shown to me that there was so much more to him than the simply cold, emotionless man.

But those graves were all my family's fault. If it weren't for my father, Jungkook would have been happy and not broken.

When I had seen the hurt and the real broken Jeon Jungkook inside his eyes a few hours ago, it had driven a dagger to my heart. The way his eyes had shown so much hurt, and for a few moments, it had felt as if Jungkook had been angry.

His eyes had told me, pleaded me, to look at his parents' graves and see the doings of my family.

There had been a coldness mixed with hate and anger in his eyes for a few moments.

He had wanted me to see what people related to me had done to him. He had wanted me to see and to know that he hated my father and my family more than ever.

And perhaps, he had wanted me to know that he and I could never be the same because of the doings of the man whom I was shameful to call my father.

Jungkook had simply left without a word when we had come home and I hadn't tried to talk to him once again because I knew he needed this time to sort things.

I hadn't seen him since he had left into his room. He hadn't come down for lunch as well and when I had gone up to his room, I had found him asleep.

His handsome features had looked beautiful as he slept in his bed, covered by the warm comforter.

His lips had been shut lightly together. The scar on his cheek made his features look even more sharp and bright. His long lashes curling over his cheeks and his hair falling on top of his forehead made Jungkook look even more beautiful than he already was and that was somehow impossible for the mind to grasp.