"I can't look at you," his voice trembled with a painful vulnerability, "And not remember the sweet betrayal, Y/N,"
"I am sorry for betraying you, Jungkook"
"You hurt me, Y/N."
"I am sorry for hurting you, Jungkook" she murmured.
"You walked into th...
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❀For as long as I live, I will cherish thee, My heart, my soul, forever free❀
🥀•E P I L O G U E•🥀 Part I
•F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R•
»In her smile, a splendid sight, A dance of grace, like moon's soft light. She bloomed, a rose in hues so fair, White and pink, a beauty rare.
My white rose beauty, love untold, Forever entwined, our hearts enfold. From depths within, my love does flow, Heart and soul, to her I bestow.
Unyielding, everlasting flame, For her, my love will always claim. With every beat, my devotion flies, She's my eternal love, no goodbyes.
In every moment, she's my muse, Her radiance, my soul's transfuse. Forevermore, my heart's decree, She's my rose beauty, eternally free«
"Sir Jeon?"
I raised my gaze from the words I had become lost in, closing my diary where I always poured my heart into poetry about my muse, my one true love - my darling, beautiful wife, Jeon Y/N.
"Yes?" I responded, my voice harsher and colder than I intended, as was my habit. Being the mafia king has never been easy there always have been challenges from the moment I took this throne. And I had several roles that I had to fit in one of them was to be cold and harsh with mafia people around me.
"Sir Jeon, today is Young Master's birthday," Ken, one of the senior assistants who had once worked for Y/N when she was my personal secretary, reminded me. Now he worked to keep me informed of all my well-planned agendas for my mafia operations. He was just like an assistant to me keeping me updated with each and everything.
I nodded in understanding as I went through all the files carelessly lying on my table, looking through them. "I know," I said, for today marked the fifth anniversary of my son, Jeon Junghoon's birth.
"And everyone is gathered in your penthouse to celebrate Young Master's birthday," Ken continued. I gave another nod, acknowledging the information. I hadn't been scheduled to come to headquarters today, but some pressing criminal records had required my attention, bringing me here on my son's special day.
"I just wanted to give you this quick reminder before I left for the dinner," Ken finished in the end as he went through his tablet and closed it.
I carefully placed my poetry diary in one of the hidden drawers, locking it securely after I cleared all my files from the table. This poetry diary had become a ritual for me, a way to preserve the depth of my emotions for my Y/N - the woman for whom I would gladly kill and die.
