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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 6

The next morning, Yn woke up without him beside. She rubbed her eyes and looked around before stretching. She got up and went into the balcony just to get her eyes hawk out from her sockets. Her hands clenched into fists. She saw all the guards wearing gum boots were in the garden planting lavenders on their own with uprooting any other flower there.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UPTO?!" She yelled from upstairs. The guards stopped working and looked at each other. They had nothing to say. They were just asked to plant these plants by Jungkook. They had nothing to say so they just looked at her. She turned back to move and go down but got bumped in his chest. He encircled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together.

"You headed somewhere butterfly?" He asks in his morning voice. His voice was rough and deep. Her hands rested on his chest with her nails digging in his chest. She just stared at him silently with her nails delving deeper into his shirt. He scoffed.

"And if I do the same to you? Will it hurt or give pleasure?" He says leaning to brush her nose with his. She pushed his face away from hers.

"What is going on downstairs?" She asks in a tone which didn't suited her behavior at all. The tone rough and full of attitude but how she looked to him was tempting to fuck hard from front and watch how she gags on her breath. His tone drops to low dangerously and he whispers almost.

"Are you that blind in love with me that you can't even see?" He mocks.

"And you're that delusional that you can't even think straight?" She mocks him back.
He chuckles roughly.

"Maybe I am delusional..and trust me, I get dirty all over again and again with you in my mind." He says with his hands gripping on her hips and squeeze them both.

"Stop mocking me and tell the hell is happening outside!" Her voice raises a little. He raised an eyebrow and leaned in.

"Lower down princess." He says brushing a stray strand away from her face. Her hair were a mess already and he removed the claw clip from her hair making the hair fall over her shoulders. She glared at him in rage and hatered. He leaned in more and more. He suddenly held the back of her head and pressed his lips onto hers in a heated and forced kiss. She tried pushing him but he pulled her closer and felt her kissing back. He held her tightly not wanting to back just now not ever. She holds his throat and pushed her thumb against her Adam's apple causing him to pull back.

"In your limits. Don't ever touch me. I hate you and your touch, understand?!" Her tone remained firm and strict. He looked mischievous and playful.

"No you don't. You actually love it when I touch you all over. You're not adm-" she kept her hand on his mouth to prevent him from speaking. He kissed her palm gladly accepting her to shut him up.

A large number of men were standing outside Mr. Smith's mansion. The men belonged to Mr. Jeon. The man who owns half of the world already along with Mr. Smith himself. He sat infront of Mr. Smith and Noah.

"I hope you're not looking forward to take your daughter back until I'm getting hiers." Mr. Jeon said taking a sip from his whiskey. Mr. Smith nodded.

"No. We've blocked her. We don't talk anymore. Right Noah?" Mr. Smith said making Noah nod.

"Good. I'm clear already I guess. Only a boy from Jungkook and Yn matters. They don't matter to me. Then later it's upto you if you want your daughter or not. I'll back off and yes...your video is completely safe with me. Don't worry." He smirked watching Mr. Smith's face get pallor by the mention of the video.

"It's all fine but I need you to look after Yeve. He's going to be that one thorn in our way which we cannot remove until we kill him." Mr. Smith spoke making seriousness etch on Mr. Jeon's face. He simply nodded.

"Alright. I heard that guy has a girlfriend and a son. Is that right?" Mr. Jeon asked.

"I don't know. I haven't met him in a long time. I just know that he had a girlfriend and he wanted my daughter since they were children." Mr. Smith confessed.

Mr. Jeon gulped the drink in one go and threw the glass on the ground behind him causing it to shatter down into pieces. Noah and Mr. Smith watched the glass smashing on the ground but didn't said anything. Mr. Jeon looked calm but only he knew what kind of anger was simmering inside him.

"Then what do you even know about him? Atleast how he looks or where he lives?" Mr. Jeon asks in a tone full of rage which looked opposite of his facial expressions.

"I surely know how he looks and where he live-." Noah spoke. Mr. Jeon gestured him to shut up.

"When two elders are speaking, younger ones should stay shut. Understand?" Mr. Jeon spoke with finality in his voice. Noah nodded and looked down embarrassment. He too could feel anger growing but but he had to Coope up with it or else his father can get into a big scandal.

"I need his address and possibly one mobile number I don't fucking care which one and yes, current location as well." Mr. Jeon says and gets up dusting off his coat.

"He's in France currently. Most probably where you sent Jungkook and her." Mr. Smith spoke getting up. Mr. Jeon stopped moving. He turned on his heels to look at Mr. Smith.

"France? How generous." Mr. Jeon said sarcastically. Mr. Smith looked down. He knew he's getting taunted for not telling Mr. Jeon about this earlier.

"Rather than looking down on your boots, look for Yeve." Mr. Jeon spoke calmly but firmly and started to walk towards the exit with his well built men following him.

"Why this is so damn fucking messed up!" Mr. Smith says and sits down on the couch. Noah spoke nothing. He just stared at his dad with a blank face.

"Did we just traded her for our benefits Indirectly?" Noah asked. Mr. Smith looked at him with his hands still wrapped around his head. He held his hair when he realised Noah was right.

"Fuck it." Mr. Smith pulls his own hair in frustration.

The bathtub was filled with Luke warm water with toys lying in it. Yeren sat playing with water. Splashing and kicking the water. His giggles echoed in the bathroom. Yeve sat on the stool beside Yeren and stared at him. He looked how similar Yeren looked like him. He sighed and rubbed his face.

"He's not my son. Just stop thinking." He muttered to himself. He couldn't help himself either. He too wanted to pick Yeren in his arms and play with him when he was newborn. This wasn't late but Yeve still was holding grudges which was just making him distant from his son and girlfriend whom he should marry.

"Papa!"

He looked at Yeren. His eyes coming out from his sockets. Yeren giggled loudly looking at him.

"Did you just- fuck it." He shook his head. He was excited, he still is. This was the first time Yeren called him papa. He wanted him to repeat and hear it on loop but he held himself. He was unnecessarily ruining both, His and his girlfriend's life. Furthermore, if he kept on going like this, he would ruin Yeren's life as well. He sighed softly started to wash Yeren. Kassie was cooking and he was supposed to look after Yeren. It happens every night.

After washing Yeren, he wrapped him in towel and took him outside. He dressed him up and picked him up before getting downstairs. Kassie already had kept milk on the table. Without speaking a word to Kassie, Yeve fed Yeren. Kassie just looked at them from her side eye. She felt bad for herself and Yeren. But she loved how Yeve never hurted Yeren Physically or mentally. He always was soft whenever around Yeve. He won't even raise his voice when he's around Yeren.

"Let's get to bed champ." He whispered and got up patting Yeren's back to make him burp and then took him upstairs. In the whole day, this is the only happy thing Kassie feels and sees. But she also feels like she's a burden to Yeve. She wants to leave but Yeve always kept her caged. And she doesn't knows the reason why.