MAFIA

PART 9: POV YOU

You were driving home, and you smiled when you saw an incoming call from Jungkook on the screen. You answered the call by putting it on speakerphone.

"Heeeeey you!" Jungkook shouted joyfully.

"Haha, are you drunk?" you laughed at his too happy greeting.

"Maybe a little." He chuckled. "Have you already bought a plane ticket?"

"No, I will not come."

"WHAT?" Jungkook's voice changed. "Why do you want to stay there? Is there any reason for you to stay there?" you could hear the worry in your brother's voice

"None." you answered but was it really true. "I just need time"

"It's because of him, isn't it?"

"Not"

"You know, I always know when you lie to me."

"Jungkook ..."

"Even if there is at least something of his past left in him ... even if everything of him remains in him, under this cold mask of a mafia boss... The world in which he lives will not let him go."

"I know," you answered barely audibly. Only your heart did not listen to your mind.

"_______," Jungkook said, taking a deep breath.

"Please, I don't want to quarrel. I am no longer a weak girl who cannot stand up for herself. Everything will be fine. Honestly! Do not worry about me"

"As if it's possible not to worry about you, Mrs. Walking Trouble," he chuckled.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" You asked, changing the subject of the conversation.

"Just on the way to bed," he replied.

"Goodnight"

"Well, and for your good night to the future, too," he laughed and hung up.

You drove up to the house and parked. You leaned your head back on the seat, closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and got out of the car. You froze when you saw several men decorating your trees with Christmas lights. You looked at the house and your mouth opened. Every window in your house flashed with colorful lights, and a Christmas wreath hung on your door. Did I order Christmas decorations while I was drunk, you thought as you stepped closer? Although, shouldn't they have called you before they arrived?

"Hello. Why are you here?" You asked the man who was in charge of the whole process.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Kim. Don't worry, we'll be done in 5 minutes. We have already spoken with your husband, sorry that we were late for an hour, because of the snow, terrible traffic "

"With whom?" you stared at him blinking quickly. You went to the house. You opened the door and quiet jazz met you. Oh, it was definitely worth changing the lock the first time, you thought when you went inside and saw several pairs of men's shoes. Taehyung decided to throw a party at your house.

"What the fuck ?!" you swore loudly as you entered the living room. "Has a fucking Christmas shop moved in here?" you muttered, looking around.

"Oh, you came." You heard a voice behind you and turned towards the kitchen, where Taehyung was quietly setting the table for dinner.

"Oh, you came ?!" you repeated Taehyung's words while staring at him. "Are you fucking out of your mind? What... what the fuck happened to my house? Why are you even in my house? Didn't I let you know that you are here, shall we say, an unwelcome 'guest'? "

Taehyung silently took the knife from the table and walked over to you. He raised your hand and put the knife in it. He grabbed your hand, thrusting the knife into the middle of his chest, with not even a hint of amusement in his gaze. "If you want, kill me right now, but I'm not going anywhere!" said Taehyung, looking you straight in the eye as you stared at him in shock. "But if you're not planning on killing me in the next minute, then let's have dinner." He let go of your hand. "I made us dinner," smiled broadly at you before returning to the kitchen.

You remained standing in the middle of the room, with a knife in your outstretched hand. "What are you doing in my house?" you shook your head, not understanding at all, what was happening.

"Keeping the promise I made to you," he said smiling at you. "Decorate the house for Christmas and spend all the Christmas holidays together."

"What? What are you talking about..." You stopped when you remembered that he had promised you this before Taehyung and Jungkook were supposed to come to America.

"So you remember" his smile widened. "By the way, I made you a present every year," he pointed to the Christmas tree, and when you turned, you saw the presents that lay under it. "I'm glad that I finally had the opportunity to donate them. Let's eat," he said, placing the baked meat in the middle of the table.

He walked around the table and pulled out a chair for you, inviting you to the table. "Why are you here?" you have not budged.

"I said that when I want to see you all the time, I'll move in with you."

"What?" you stared at him with your mouth open, making him laugh.

"The food is cooling down," he came up to you and took you by the shoulders and brought you to the table.

You looked at the table in front of you, trying to somehow sort out the mess in your head. Isn't that what you dreamed about? Your Tae was in front of you, but why was it so difficult to accept him? Part of you wanted to hug him, tell him how much you missed him all this time. I wanted to go with him as far away from all this as possible and live quietly and happily together. But the other half was realistic, reminding you every time of who he was now...

You looked at the knife that was still squeezed in your hand. You yourself did not realize that tears were running down your cheeks. Is this what awaits you? Instead of happiness and love, weapons and murder? How could you accept this? Who would ever accept such a thing? But then why can't you then give it up in spite of all this?