𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐅

~Ch-19~

~Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water~

The mansion loomed silently in the dark, its grandeur shrouded in an air of mystery and solitude.

It was nearly 3 a.m. when Jungkook returned from his mission. He stepped out of his car, his expression professional and composed, as if he had just completed another routine task.

The mission had gone flawlessly, just as he had expected.

Inside the mansion, the only sounds were the soft creaks of the old house and the rhythmic breathing of his sleeping brothers.

Jungkook entered quietly, his movements precise and cautious. The years of training as a mafia member had honed his senses, making him alert to even the faintest disturbance.

He made his way to the living room, the darkness barely hindering his vision. As he sank into the plush couch, ready to unwind, his gaze was drawn to the kitchen.

The light flicked on, casting a warm glow across the otherwise dark house. Instantly, his senses were on high alert.

His hand reached for the gun tucked at his side as he moved stealthily towards the kitchen, ready to confront any intruder.

As he approached, he was surprised to find Y/N standing at the counter, her face illuminated by the soft kitchen light.

Her expression was cold, her eyes devoid of sleep. Jungkook lowered his gun, a rare smile tugging at his lips. It had been years since he had felt such an unexpected surge of warmth.

Jungkook : What are you doing?

he asked, his voice breaking the silence.

Y/n : Making ramen... want some?

Y/N replied, her tone detached but laced with a hint of unexpected warmth.

She hadn’t planned on offering, but something inside her—some vestige of warmth—prompted the question.

Jungkook’s smile widened. Despite the cold facade, there was something about her that intrigued him.

Jungkook : Sure, let me go get changed real quick.

He hurried upstairs, his mind racing. It was unusual for him to feel this way, to let his guard down even slightly.

He changed quickly and returned to find Y/N preparing the ramen. Without a word, they made their way to the rooftop, bowls in hand.

The night air was cool, and the sky was dotted with stars.

They settled down on the roof, the city lights twinkling in the distance.

The silence between them was comfortable, a stark contrast to the usual tension that filled the mansion.

They began to eat, the simple act of sharing a meal creating an unexpected bond.

Y/n - So... how was the mission?

Y/N asked, breaking the silence. Her question took Jungkook by surprise.

How did she know about his involvement in the mafia, or that he had been on a mission? He wanted to ask, but he shrugged it off and answered simply.

Jungkook : Good he replied, his tone softer than usual. He was used to cold detachment, but something about this moment felt different.

The silence returned, but it was not awkward. It was a peaceful, understanding silence.

They sat together, gazing out at the night, the bowls of ramen warming their hands and hearts. In that quiet moment, a bond was formed—a bond of siblings, created not by words but by the shared silence and the simple act of being together.

Jungkook glanced at Y/N, a sense of admiration washing over him.

Despite the cold exterior, there was a strength and resilience in her that he respected.

She had endured so much, yet here she was, sharing a moment of unexpected peace with him.

As they finished their meal, Jungkook felt a shift in the air.

This night had changed something between them.

The bond they had formed was subtle but strong, forged in the quiet moments they had shared.

It was a bond that transcended the coldness of their everyday lives, a bond of mutual respect and understanding.

They sat there for a while longer, neither feeling the need to speak. The night wrapped around them, the stars above witnessing the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

As they finally stood to leave, Jungkook turned to Y/N, a rare softness in his eyes.

Jungkook : Thanks for the ramen

he said quietly.

Y/N nodded, her expression still cold but her eyes reflecting a glimmer of warmth.

Y/n : Anytime

she replied.

They made their way back inside, the mansion feeling a little less cold, a little less lonely.

As Jungkook headed to his room, he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years.

The bond they had formed, though unspoken, was real and strong. It was a bond of siblings, forged in the silence of the night, and it brought a sliver of warmth to their otherwise cold hearts.

Y/N returned to her room, the usual darkness now feeling comforting rather than isolating. She lay down, her mind replaying the unexpected encounter.

She had always kept her distance, but tonight had shown her that perhaps, just perhaps, there was room for something more.

In the quiet of the mansion, as the night slowly gave way to dawn, two hearts began to thaw, connected by the simplest act of sharing a meal.

And in that connection, they found a glimmer of hope—a hope that maybe, they were not so alone after all.