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15 | You're a strange one lotus.

LATER

As you followed Jungkook into his mansion, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The place was lavish and grand, a true testament to his wealth and success. As you looked around, taking in the luxurious surroundings, Jungkook walked over to a glass of whiskey on the coffee table. He poured himself a glass and took a sip, his eyes fixed on you.

JK: "Make yourself comfortable. We're going to be here for a while."

He gestured towards a plush couch nearby, inviting you to sit down. As you made your way towards the couch, you noticed that he was studying you intently, his gaze unwavering.

YN: Um... what happened?

Jungkook took another sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the table. He leaned back in his armchair, his expression serious.

JK: "My mom was transferred to the estate hospital. She's not doing well,  The cancer is spreading faster than we thought. They think being here, surrounded by familiar surroundings, will help her recovery."

He looked tired and worried, his usual cold and arrogant demeanor fading slightly.

YN: Don't worry Mr jeon she will be okay hmm? (Gently, his expression unreadable. He studied you for a moment.)

JK: "I hope so. I really do. But...it's hard not worry. She's all I have, you know."

YN: I know...but you have to be strong enough Jeon if... you can't let your hopes lose like this... (Gently)

He let out a weary sigh, his shoulders sagging as he let his guard down a little.

JK: "You're right, I know I have to be strong. But it's hard. It's hard knowing that I might lose her. She's the only family I have left..."

YN: (you bit lips don't know how to reassure him) umm... stop drinking Mr jeon...

Jungkook's attention turned back to the glass of whiskey in his hand, his grip tightening around it. He looked at it for a moment before letting out a scoff.

JK: "And why should I? It helps me take the edge off, drown out the worry and anxiety."

you stepped towards him hesitant, your hand reaching out to touch his.  what if he yelled you he is not in good mood

YN: M-Mr jeon...I understand it's helping you... (touch his hand) b-ut please it's harm your health...

He tensed as you spoke, his expression cautious, but he didn't pull away from your touch.

JK: "I know, but... sometimes it's easier to drink than to deal with the pain. It numbs everything for a while."

YN: I... heard it... But you al-ready drink a lot... And it's late you need to rest...

His grip on the glass loosened as you took it from him, his eyes fixating on your face. There was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of the worry and fear he was trying to suppress.

JK: "I...suppose I should rest. But I can't promise I'll be able to sleep..."

-

Jungkook led you to a large, elegant room with soft colors and a big, inviting bed. He turned on a lamp and asked you to sit next to him.

You sat down, feeling out of place and nervous. The room was filled with a strong, pleasant smell from his cologne. Jungkook spoke quietly, saying.

JK: "You..." (he began, his voice low and gravelly.) "You're a strange one lotus, you know that? You confuse me."

His words surprised you. You were just trying to be there for him, but now you felt like you were missing something important.

YN: What? (Confused, He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head slightly.)