Collision of Hearts || Jikook✓

Part-2

"Eomma... Look, your Heaven is here..."

I gently caressed her picture, my fingers lingering on the frame.

(She gave me this nickname when I was born. She said I brought Heaven into their lives, since I was born five years after their marriage. But after my mother's death, no one ever called me by this name.)

"You called me your Heaven, right? Well, look... your Heaven is back, after fulfilling my wish to study in the UK."

Tears flowed freely, spilling down my cheeks. "You must be happy to see me, right?" I whispered, staring at my mother's photo, when a knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in." I said quickly, wiping my tears.

The maid entered, carrying a cup of coffee. I nodded for her to set it on the table, and she left shortly after.

I sat on the bed, holding the coffee cup in my hands, staring at it for a moment. "Do you remember, Eomma? I've always been fond of coffee... I still remember how I used to run to you, sit in your lap, and we'd drink coffee together."

I smiled softly, as though hoping the memory would bring her closer. "Let me feel your presence again... and let's drink coffee together."

Once I finished my coffee, I returned to my room. I pulled my phone out of my bag, and when I unlocked it, I saw Jimin's messages.

"Princess, why is the world so cruel? It doesn't want us to meet..."

"I was coming to pick you up from the airport, but Dad sent me on an urgent meeting because Jungkook wasn't in the office."

"Sorry, nah."

"I'll see you at dinner, my precious Princess Bella."

I smiled as I read his messages. "Oh, my dear Jimin... you've grown up now, and you're handling your dad's business so well... I'm proud of you, Jiminah."

(Jimin had always been like a brother to me. He gave me love the way a brother would love his sister. He always fulfilled my silly wishes, just to make me happy.)

I placed my phone on the bedside table, took a quick shower, and then fell into bed, the weight of the day finally catching up with me.

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On the other hand. (Jungkook POV)

At night, after returning from being out, I was heading upstairs to my room when I heard my dad call me.

"Jungkook, come here, my son."

I turned and walked into the lounge where Dad was sitting. I sat beside him and asked, "Yes, Dad?"

He patted my shoulder, looking at me with that familiar, concerned expression. "Where were you today? You didn't come to the office."

I sighed deeply, lowering my head as I said, "I was at the graveyard today."

Dad gave me a soft smile and asked, "Oh, son, you were missing your mom?"

I nodded, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. Dad pulled me into a side hug, and I let my head rest on his shoulder. He gently patted my arm, his voice soft. "You were so close to her, and you were her dearest son…"

I smiled faintly, lost in the thoughts of my mom. As Dad continued talking, memories from my childhood flooded my mind.

"Do you remember, Jungkook? You used to get jealous when your mom showed Bella affection. You'd always fight with her and say, 'Go away, you're stealing my love from her.'"