Apricity//Jungkook fanfiction//

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

          The purple rays of an early sun break through the bars that prevent the criminal from escaping the cage he's been thrown in. It's cold inside the interrogation room, but the fat man with glasses shakes his feet while he wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He doesn't feel cold though. He just feels nervous. And angry. His plan was perfect. If only that asshole stayed out of his and Y/n's business. They would have spent a night to remember. But he ruined everything. Jong Dae saw that man before. He hated him. He still does. Because he can have Y/n while Jong Dae can just watch her how she gets out of her apartment every day, how she works until she almost faints and how she heads back home. He can just stare at pictures with her, dream about a love that will always end up in tears. His tears. Because a woman like her will never cry for a man like him. He knows it too well.
          The door opens and he winces, sighing loudly when he sees the police badge. Throwing a bunch of pictures on the table, the tall officer that brought him here twenty minutes ago, sits down across Jong Dae. The latter gulps nervously as his eyes trace over Y/n's delicious forms in the rectangles that are widely displayed in front of him. "So, tell me, piglet." — says the officer before taking a sip of his freshly brewed coffee. "Do you like to spy on your neighbors?" — he asks and Jong Dae clenches his jaw. "It's called observation." — he corrects the officer in a rude tone and the policeman scoffs. "This observation of yours. It can be punished with up to 10 years in jail, did you know that?" — asks the officer and Jong Dae clenches his jaw harder. The door opens again and a woman enters the interrogation room this time. She has her hair tightened in a ponytail and the expression on her face makes Jong Dae feel uneasy. "Get out!" — she demands in a low voice and the officer throws a glance over his shoulder, but as soon as he sees her, he stands up and bows. "Yes, ma'am!"
          Violet closes the door behind her and sits down in the officer's place. She takes the cup of coffee and tastes it while her eyes burn through those of the criminal that sits across the table. The coffee tastes disgusting with her attention on him and she tries her best to hold back from gagging. This man attacked Y/n just a few hours ago. Violet was about to leave her office when her colleagues entered the police station with a man in handcuffs. She didn't really care. However, as soon as she found out what the criminal did, who he attacked, she made herself another coffee and started digging into the man's life. She didn't find out a lot about him, but she obtained a warrant to search his apartment. And there she found the pictures with Y/n. Pictures which infuriated her. Pictures which are now acting as a barrier between her and the criminal.
          "The woman you attacked. I know her." — she says while she stares at the fat man. He hiccups and covers his mouth as Violet grabs the edges of the table. "She is like a sister to me. And you dare to lay your greasy fingers on her?" — she asks through gritted teeth and scoffs when the man shudders under her stare. Violet slams her hands against the table and sits up, clenching her jaw harder as the man winces again, gasping violently. Grabbing his collar, she pulls him close to her face and grits her teeth as she lifts her clenched fist. "You can't hit me. I have rights!" — blabbers the scared man and Violet scoffs. The punch resounds through the interrogation room and the echo that the glasses leave behind when they hit against the floor make the fat man gasp again. "You have the right to shut the fuck up!" — she speaks through gritted teeth and pushes him to the side. "I'm throwing you in jail myself." — she promises and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
          Placing the tray with breakfast on the table, Y/n sighs and sits down in front of her mother. The woman smiles and picks up the cup of tea, inhaling its fruity scent while her eyes trace the lines of the tall trees in the distance. It's February already and fresh green leaves color the lazy branches, waking up nature to life again. Seeing spring settling in is so satisfying, it gives people hope. It gives Y/n the feeling that maybe some things aren't meant to stay paused for too long. Life must go on. And after every leaf that falls from a branch, a flower will bloom. Something more beautiful. Something stronger. Arranging the skirt of her dress, Y/n looks towards the trees too and she smiles widely when she notices the light pink buds that bathe in the morning sunlight. It almost makes her pout. Because she would love to see the spring blossoms. She turns back around, reminding herself that some certain things take time. Her mother smiles too and takes a sip of her tea while she looks at Y/n. They are having breakfast in the garden since the weather is too nice to stay inside. With a soft smile, Y/n takes a bite from the avocado toast, but the food blocks in her throat when all the calm she felt this morning suddenly goes away. When her mother asks a question that makes her stomach flip.
          "Did you get back together with Jungkook?" — asks her mother all of a sudden and Y/n takes a sip of her tea before clearing her throat. "Yes." — she answers shyly and her mother's face contorts into a frown. "You are aware of the dangers, right?" — asks the mother and the daughter blinks twice before clenching her jaw. "What do you mean?" — she asks confused and her mother clicks her tongue as she places the cup of tea back on the tray. "He's a bad person, Y/n, be careful! He almost killed that man out of pure anger." — says her mother and Y/n clenches her jaw harder. "Mother, what are you talking about? You told me to forgive him. You told me to stop hurting." — says Y/n and her mother shakes her head. "You still are hurting, aren't you? You're afraid. Near him, you fear for your own life." — says her mother and Y/n stands up all of a sudden, the chair falling on the ground behind her. "What are you talking about?" — she asks in a trembling voice and her mother stands up too. "Look around, sweetheart! You are surrounded by danger. His danger." — says her mother and Y/n gasps as she sees members of the Dark Orchid gang scattered everywhere around the garden. With her pulse increasing, she grabs her mother's hand and wants to run away. To hide. However, her mother doesn't budge. Instead, she falls on her knees, subjugated by the barrel of the gun that presses into her pale temple.
          The gangster that holds the gun steps out with a smirk on his face and Y/n doesn't recognize him. Did she see him before? She can't remember. However, he looks scary. Just like any other member from the Dark Orchid gang. Full of scars on his face, he looks like a complete nightmare and Y/n shudders as she reaches her hand out towards her mother. With tears in her eyes, she notices how the gangster's finger slides on the trigger. "You should have listened, Y/n." — he says in a deep voice that makes her skin crawl and, before she has the time to react, he fires the gun, blowing her mother's brains out.
          Gasping, Y/n sits up from the bed and grips her throat as tears choke her. The image of the bullet flying through her mother's head persists in front of her eyes and she closes them tightly, rubbing them until they hurt. What the fuck? What was that nightmare all about? And what should she have listened to? To whom should she have listened?
          Jungkook wakes up too, his head pulsating at the sudden movement when he sits up. Reaching out through the dark, he searches for the woman who sobs violently on the other side of the bed. "Babe?" — he asks breathlessly and pulls her in his embrace as soon as he finds her blindly through the dark. "It's alright, baby!" — he whispers as her tears stain his T-shirt. "It was just a bad dream." — he tries to reassure her, even though he's not sure why she is crying. Sobbing, Y/n pushes her fists into Jungkook's chest, wishing to set herself free from his hold. "I need to go!" — she mumbles and jerks herself from his embrace. "What?" — he whispers and tries to keep her pinned in one place. He tries to get a hold of her, control her madness as if she is a ship caught in the middle of a stormy sea. "I need to go and check on my mother." — she says through sobs and cries even harder as she fights him, pushing him away, to get out of bed. "I need to go- I have to check-" — she mumbles through the fresh tears that burden her eyes and Jungkook catches her before she can set her feet down on the cold floor. Managing to get a hold of her, he pulls her even closer to his chest than he held her earlier. And the storm that swallowed her calms down in his arms. The sea of tears dries up bit by bit. "Babe, it's late. The gates are closed. Your mother is perfectly fine." — he says softly while caressing her hair and Y/n glues her cheek to his chest, hugging his waist tighter. And her sobs calm down slowly.
          "I saw them." — she mumbles and distances herself from him as the image of the scarred gangster persists in front of her eyes. "They were all around us. One of them shot my mother in her head." — she says and another bunch of tears fill up her eyes . "Who?" — asks Jungkook and wipes away Y/n's tears with his soft thumb. "The gangsters." — she says and sobs under his touch. "They looked like the ones who tried to kill us." — she mumbles. Jungkook nods as he sighs. Kissing her forehead, he sighs again against her skin, feeling her burning under his lips. "I understand. But you don't have to worry." — he reassures her and kisses her temple again as he hugs her. "We will go and check up on your mother later, okay?" — he asks while feeling her hands wrapping around his waist. She nods. "Let's just go back to sleep now." — he whispers and lays down with her on his chest. "Do you think we should take this as a warning? Could they really hurt her?" — she asks in a shaky breath. Jungkook caresses her hair and kisses the top of her head as he clenches his jaw. "No. They won't hurt her. I made sure of that."
          Clenching her fingers tighter around Jungkook's hand, Y/n bows her head respectfully towards the nurse that opened the door of the garden for them and they both walk in. After having that horrible nightmare, she could hardly fall back asleep. She listened to Jungkook's beating heart for almost an hour, wondering at every beat how much fear it felt throughout the years. How fast it must have beaten when he got that terrifying scar which poked her cheek rigidly so many times she fell asleep on top of him. How scared he must have been. All alone. As if he feels her concern, Jungkook squeezes her hand and she lifts her gaze from the ground. Her eyes travel over his heart, but they don't stop there. She knows that it's safe now. In her hands, it's safer than it ever was before. She returns his smile. And they walk further.
          Spotting Jang Da Eun sitting at a table, they both walk towards her, but Y/n feels Jungkook tensing up at the sight of his father sitting beside the woman, smoking a cigarette quietly while she laughs out loud about something she just said. Mr. Jeon smiles weakly, but the grimace soon transforms into a clenched jaw when he sees his son in the distance. And he looks even angrier when he notices that Jungkook is walking beside Y/n. That the couple he tried to break apart walks towards him hand in hand.
          "Mother!" — exclaims Y/n as she lets go of Jungkook's hand and runs towards the woman who stands up. "Y/n?" — she asks, confused, and accepts her daughter's hug when this one throws her arms around her mother's neck. "You look troubled, dear. What happened?" — asks Y/n's mother as she takes a good look at the dark circles which contrast with her daughter's pale skin. Y/n scoffs slightly and scolds herself mentally for not putting a little bit of make-up to mask the lack of sleep as she sits down on the chair that Mr. Jeon just stood up from. Bowing her head respectfully, she thanks the man and this one shows her a rigid smile. Y/n tries not to care about it too much and answers her mother's question. "I had a tough day at work yesterday, that's all." — she says and doesn't flinch when Jungkook places his hand on one of her shoulders, caressing it slightly. "Oh and what a surprise!" — exclaims Y/n's mother and smiles when she looks at both of them with a loving gaze. "It's so nice to see you together." — she says and they both smile as they look at each other.
          Jungkook steals glances of his father in the corner of his eye now and then, but he still winces when the man places a heavy hand on his son's shoulder. "I need to talk to you!" — he says in a deep voice that makes Jungkook shudder and the youngest steals a glance of his father's scratch in the corner of his mouth before he nods. Leaving Y/n and her mother behind, he walks alongside his father, accepting a cigarette when this one hands it to him before taking one for himself. They both light them up and take a long drag before Mr. Jeon grabs Jungkook by the back of the neck all of a sudden, making the latter cough. Pulling him closer to his rigid face, Mr. Jeon speaks through gritted teeth. "You can fuck around with her for as long as you want. Shoot her yourself if you will. But for as long as that flower shop stands, you work for me. Get it through that head of yours."
          The water that runs down Y/n's back feels calming and she sighs as she rests her hands on the back of her neck. After visiting her mother, she went back to work and also went for an evening run with Jungkook. She feels pretty exhausted. But at least she doesn't feel that worried anymore. The door of the shower cabin opens and Y/n chuckles when she sees Jungkook's face through the steam. "Are you done with the workout?" — she asks through giggles. Jungkook nods his head. "Pretty much yes. My body hurts." — he says with a groan as he steps under the water jet and Y/n kisses him as she reaches out for the shampoo bottle. "I told you that you should skip it today." — she whispers under the streams of water that run down her face and fall on his chest. Jungkook smirks. "And you want these abs to fade away?" — he asks after clicking his tongue and Y/n laughs as she tickles him. "No, I don't." — she says and starts washing his hair. "But I don't want your body to hurt either." — she says as she massages his scalp, loving every second she spends trapped inside his gaze. He scoffs. "Why?" — he asks as one corner of his mouth lifts. She rinses his hair and takes a step closer as he rubs his eyes. He feels her and his pulse increases at the sensation she leaves on his skin. "Because this body of yours, it belongs to me." — she says in a low voice and slides her palms down the back of his neck, grazing her nails further down his back. "I can feel your pain." — she adds and stands on her tiptoes, bringing her mouth closer to his ear. "And that's not the pain I want to feel right now." — she whispers in his ear and lets out a playful scream when her boyfriend spins her around and glues her to the glass panel, one of his palms grabbing her waist as the other pressing on her hand which rests against the slippery surface of the shower cabin.
          "Jungkook!" — yells Y/n as she bends even lower. "Yes?" — he answers from the kitchen. "Where is the T-shirt I love to sleep in?" — she asks as she throws another glance inside the drawer she just rummaged through. She hears his sigh crawling up her bare skin and feels him behind her when he opens another drawer. "Bam ripped it. Sorry, I had to throw it away." — he says and Y/n looks at Bam, whose ears straightened as soon as he heard his name from his owner's mouth. "Bam! You knew how much I loved that T-shirt." — she scolds the dog softly and Bam whines as he jumps off of the couch and walks towards her with his head low. Jungkook chuckles and pulls a T-shirt down on her naked body before lifting her chin and kissing her. "All my clothes are yours anyway. Forgive him this time." — he says and pats Bam's head as he opens another drawer. "How can I ever be mad at him?" — she says and pats the dog's head too, scratching its neck when it sits down. Jungkook smiles. "Come now!" — he says and both Y/n and Bam look at him. He lifts his hair dryer and shakes it. "Let me dry your hair. I don't want you to catch a cold."

          Placing her cheek on Jungkook's chest as he turns off the tv, Y/n sighs. "Thank you!" — she says and kisses his scar. He frowns. "For?" — he asks and hugs her shoulders with one of his arms. "For taking care of my mother." — she says with a sigh and sinks into his embrace. "I didn't know she existed until your father told me so." — she says and feels Jungkook tensing up a bit beneath her. "When did my father tell you that?" — he asks in a voice that gives Y/n a sensation of uneasiness. He's angry. She senses it in his question. She frowns as she tries to remember. "About a week ago. He took me to your old home. He said that we used to play there when we were little. My mother says the same thing. Though, I don't really remember." — she says and Jungkook sighs. "It was way too long for us to remember." — he says and hugs her closer.
          However, he remembers. Fractures, of course. About a little girl who cried when a toy broke, who placed Band-Aids on his scratches and played 'family' with him. They built a future blindly. They missed each other when she left all of a sudden, without knowing that, one day, they would meet again. Jungkook clenches his jaw and holds her closer as the moon sinks deeper into the darkness of the night sky. And he swears to himself, to the moon and to the stars that he is going to choose her over everything from now on. Even over himself.
          A little bit after 3 am, the lock which holds the back door of the flower shop closed clicks open. The masked man sighs and hides his face under the black hood as, opening the door slowly, he steps inside the quiet place. It's dark in here. And it looks creepy. However, he keeps going, clenching his fingers harder around the handle of the heavy atomizer he's carrying. He tries not to bump into the vases which cover the floor and scoffs as the door behind the front desk opens without him trying too hard. The owner must be incredibly stupid to leave it open. Especially when it leads to a treasure. Opening the door on the left, the man steps inside and lifts the atomizer as soon as he arrives downstairs in the room where the magic happens. Lifting the pump, he sighs and sprays gas over the desks, tools, equipment and fresh materials which are carefully placed on top of each other. He soaks up the walls and the floor and leaves the hatch open when he gets out. He sprays gas over the entire hall which leads to the front of the flower shop and leaves a trail which coils towards the front desk on the floor. Finally, he gathers a bunch of withered leaves on top of wheat, drenching the unusually looking bouquet in gas. He then takes out a box of matches. With his breath sharp and his heart beating painfully fast, he lights up one match and throws it on top of the front desk, jumping back when flames burst upwards, licking up the ceiling and washing back and forth over the fire sprinklers which he turned off. He smiles and gets out through the back door crossing the street and feeling his pulse calming down with every step he takes away from that Hellhole.
          Stopping in one place to admire his work, Jungkook takes off his mask, smirking as he watches the legacy of his grandfather crumbling under hungry flames.