Higher Than Love - Jungkook x Reader (BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 29: An Ill Love Story

After a long drive, we finally arrived at the address that was written on the letter that Jungkook had received from his mother five years ago. The house seemed to be far away from the main city. It seemed to be like a private residence in which houses were far apart from each other. There were also lots of trees. Our driver dropped us off at the front of a short, white, wooden fence. The front yard of the house was covered in plants and flowers. There was even a fountain. The house itself was beautiful. It wasn't a castle like Jungkook's old house but it was still remarkably big.

Jungkook sighed a bit nervously beside me. I grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on his cheek. He turned to look at me and smiled. Both of us were aware of how vital this moment was for him. For years, Jungkook had been apart from his mother. I couldn't begin to imagine how heartbreaking that had been for him. I didn't even want to begin to think about the amount of courage and strength it took for him to endure for so long. Although Jungkook was the bravest person I knew, underneath all that shining armor there was a small child curled in a corner of sorrow and longing. Even if he said that I had helped him creep out of that dark and lonely place in which he found himself constantly, I knew that his wound was far from healed, but that was all about to change.

"Come on," I said beginning to open door of the fence.

We both walked through the gardens and up to the large porch at the front of the house. When we arrived at the door, Jungkook swallowed hard and tightened his grip on my hand. I gave him a squeeze back to assure him I was there right by his side. With his free hand, he slowly lifted his fist to the door and knocked. After knocking the door, he let out an anxious exhale. His arm beside him was twitching a bit. Behind the door, we heard a set of footsteps. They became clearer and clearer as the person approached the front door. I knew Jungkook was also holding his breath when we saw the door knob twist and the door open.

In the doorway, a woman with a flour patched apron stood looking back at us. When her eyes landed on Jungkook, a wall of glistening tears built up over the surface of her eyes. She brought a shaking hand to cup her mouth. Jungkook's eyes were welled up as well. His bottom lip was trembling and his hold on me was freed as his arms went around the woman's body.

"M-Mom."
"J-Jungkook-ah,"

They both said simultaneously as their arms encircled each other tightly. The longing I was witnessing before me was simply indescribable. Watching Jungkook cry into the crook of his mother's neck while his big arms encircled her body so yearningly made me so positively overwhelmed. Too many feelings were running through me. I was incredibly happy that Jungkook had finally seen his mother after fifteen years. I was proud of him for being able to remain hopeful, and I was also in disbelief that I was able to share such a moment with him.

Both of them hugged for a long time. They kept their bodies so close to each other as if not a single spot of themselves could be left out of the heavenly embrace. When they were confident enough to pull back, Jungkook's mom wiped her eyes and immediately took us inside her lovely home. Inside was just as outstanding as the outside. As she led us to the living area, my nose couldn't omit the soft, buttery smell that encircled the house. It was so delicious I was almost certain of I knew what was provoking it.

Jungkook's mom settled us in the living room as she excused herself to bring us some refreshments. I couldn't turn a blind eye at all the pictures she had of Jungkook in the living room. And since she had only spent so little time with her son, there were only baby pictures of Jungkook everywhere. When Jungkook caught me observing every picture, his cheeks went red and he placed a hand over my eyes.

"Stop. Don't look."
"Why not? They are so cute. It's baby Jungkook!" I said removing his hand giggling.

He removed his hand and sighed.