𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

1

Mom, they won't come to harm us, right?" Jungkook asked, his wide eyes reflecting the sterile brightness of the London airport terminal. His small hand clutched tightly at his mother Han Mirae's coat, seeking comfort in her presence.

Mirae looked down at her five-year-old son, her heart aching at the fear etched on his young face.

She knelt down to his level, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "No, sweetheart, they won't. We're safe now," she assured him gently, her voice soothing like a lullaby.

"We're going far away from here, to a place where no one can hurt us."

Jungkook's brows furrowed as he absorbed her words, his mind trying to grasp the gravity of their situation. "Why didn't Dadda come to say goodbye?" he asked innocently, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of betrayal.

Mirae's face tightened for a fleeting moment, a shadow passing over her features as she recalled the harrowing events that led to their hasty departure.

The memories were like ghosts, haunting her every thought, but she pushed them aside for Jungkook's sake.

"Dadda had to stay behind to take care of some things," she said, forcing a smile. "But he loves you very much, and he wants us to be safe."

Jungkook nodded slowly, accepting her explanation for now, though he didn't fully understand.

As they made their way through the terminal, Mirae held Jungkook's hand tightly, navigating the bustling crowd with a sense of urgency.

The announcement for their flight to Busan echoed through the speakers, and they quickened their pace, finally reaching the gate where a small, private plane awaited them.

Jungkook's eyes widened in curiosity as they approached the aircraft. "Mom, why are we taking a small plane? I wanted to go on a big one like those," he said, pointing to the massive Emirates planes lined up on the tarmac.

If only the little boy knew that the Emirates couldn't afford to be apt enough to the standards of the Jeons.

Mirae crouched down again, her heart swelling with a mix of sadness and determination.

"This plane is special, Jungkook. It's just for us," she explained, her voice tender. "See? It even has your name on it." She pointed to the side of the plane where "J-Jeon" was written in bold letters.

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks in mild disappointment. "But I wanted my name on a big plane," he mumbled, though his curiosity soon got the better of him.

Emirates? Nah. Plaster his name on top of it to satisfy the 5 year old.

He allowed his mother to lead him aboard the private jet, his eyes widening in awe at the luxurious interior.

The air hostess greeted them with a warm smile, her attention immediately focused on Jungkook. "Welcome aboard, Master Jungkook," she said, bending down to his level. "Would you like to see your seat?"