ᴍᴀғɪᴀ's ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ [ ᴊᴊᴋ ]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 4

The dark room was filled smell of alcohol with a large framed portrait of Yn. The room was large and empty. The walls were painted with mossy green. The small window caused some sunrays to enter. The man in white sat on his knees staring at the large portrait. The soft click made his gaze disturbed. His cunning voice echoed in the empty room.

"What do you want Kassie?" His voice darkened further as he took that name. The woman behind sighed before putting off her fake skin which made her look like an old woman.

"I did. I told her the lie. She believed it..I guess so." Kassie spoke with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She stared at the man infront.

"How long Yeve? How long are you going to use me like this?" Kassie spoke dropping down on her knees beside him. He looked at the portrait and spoke.

"Until I get her..until I get my love. And till I get her, you're going to be my slave." He spoke not caring about the tears she was having in her eyes. The silence was unsettling for her. Kassie stood up.

"I am not going to do it anymore." She spoke ready to leave.

"I still have him. I still have Yeren." Kassie stopped when she heard him taking her nine month old son. Her fists clenched and her nails digged in her palms. Her tears spilled down and she looked at Yeve in disgust.

"You're using your own son for your-" Yeve got up interrupting her.

"NOT MY SON! Understand? DON'T you dare to call him my son again." He spoke pointing Kassie out. She looked at him in disbelief.

"He is your son! You can't deny! YOU CANNOT! HE IS YOUR OWN BLOOD!" She yelled at him. Yeve was not having it. He never believed Kassie. The reason was she herself.

Yeve used to be Yn's neighbor in Korea. They used to play together when they were children. One day, Yn moved out and Yeve couldn't confess how much he liked her. They were only 11-12 that time. Yeve decided to confess when they grow up but he got obsessed with her by the time and his obsession was deadly. If he needed to kill her to make her his, he will. Kassie met Yeve in college. She fell for him first because he was a quiet guy. No one knew the monster inside him. Kassie thought he was naive and good but when she got in a relationship with him, she found the real him. She still accepted him. Yeve never gave Kassie much attention because he still needed Yn. Once Kassie and Yeve made love and that resulted Kassie to get pregnant. But before she could even tell Yeve, a cousin of Kassie confessed to her not knowing she was in a relationship.

Kassie denied and still talked to him as a cousin brother and Yeve thought she was cheating. When she was a month pregnant, she told Yeve about this. He didn't believed. He thought it was her cousin's son. However, after insisting so much he let her give birth. He found out that Yeren was his son but wasn't ready to accept it. Kassie on the other hand was insecure and helpless. Yeve never lets her go out to find some work but also never accepted both mother and son. They aren't married neither he is looking forward to it. Kassie wants her son to grow up in a good environment but Yeve is just using him for his benefits. He said If Kassie won't do as he says, he will abandon Yeren somewhere without letting her know. It's terrible for a mother to even imagine that thing. Having no other option, she had to agree.

The black Ferrari Enzo stopped infront a huge mansion even bigger than Jungkook's. The driver guards came and opened the door for Jungkook. He got off and opened the door for her. Offering his hand he stood looking away not at her. She held his hand and got off. He intertwined his fingers with hers and led her inside. The mansion was old. As if it was from years ago.

"This place looks kind of...old." She spoke looking around. He hummed.

"My great grandfather used to own this and before him, maybe his father. My father was french-korean. My grandmother was Asian." He told her with a small smile which he got when he remembered about his grandmother. She was Asian and that is why she was dangerous. If she said something, it used to be the command for his grandfather. His grandfather loved her a lot.

"Oh I see.." she said and nodded. Abruptly her gaze went upto dead lavender plants. She looked at him and asked.

"Don't they water those lavenders?" He looked at the lavenders she was talking about.

"No they don't." He said and continued to walk in.

"Why not? They're so pretty." She said before she stopped walking.

"When every other flower is blooming and are watered everyday why not them?" She asked looking at him. He yet didn't looked at her and looked at the lavenders.

"My grandmother liked lavenders and Lilies. After my grandmother passed, my grandfather used to take of them but when he was taking his last breath, he said no one ever will touch those lavenders not even water them until I or my wife does it." He shrugged. He felt like he sounded stupid infront of her. He was never someone to say something like this. He loved his grandparents no lie but when he heard his grandfather saying this, he felt that this was unnecessary. Ofcourse, us, the new generation will never be able to feel what our grandparents feel. His grandfather genuinely wanted to see his grand daughter in law but due to his old age, he passed away.

His grandfather believed that if he can see his wife in those lavenders then he will love if his grand daughter in law takes care of those flowers. But due to how this generation is, he had no hope that his grand son would ever find someone like he imagines his grand daughter in law.

"I will take care of them..and I need them in our gardens too." She spoke looking at him. He yet didn't looked at her and kept on holding her hand. He nodded slightly.

"As you wish." He spoke and stood there waiting for her to say something but when she didn't, he led her inside. She noticed he wasn't actually looking at her since he had promised not to look at her until she wants him to. A warm feeling took place in her heart. She smiled unknowingly. He noticed it.

"What is so funny? The old interior?" He asked looking around. The place was full of Antiques and vintage stuffs. She shook her head.

"No, nothing is funny. And this place, I would love to stay here for forever. I love this place." She spoke looking around. Eventually she looked at him and he looked at her at the same time. His gaze immediately went down on the ground. He wasn't shy or nervous but he didn't wanted to break his promise as well. If he did then it would come on his ego. He didn't only promised her but promised himself. He proved he is a gentleman but he won't give up on his obsession. There is something else going on his mind as well.