Seductive Desires [JJK] #2

Ch 12𓆩🖤𓆪

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Jungkook's POV:

I yawned feeling sleep still pulling at my eyelids. It was only 7 a.m., far too early for anyone to be awake, let alone me. Even the Venus flytrap in the corner of my room found it too early to wake up and hunt houseflies for its breakfast. Houseflies or any other bugs had no business in this hour and I couldn't blame them. Who in their right mind would be up now?

Me. Yaa.

I lazily bent my head, leaning it against the armrest of the couch and began absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok. A parade of images flashed before my eyes; people dancing, cooking, ranting and then suddenly, far too many.....bare-skinned bodies. What in the world? I frowned, my thumb pausing mid-scroll. What is going on with this app? Had I accidentally opened OnlyFans? I couldn't even remember how I ended up on this side of TikTok.

Why was I even awake at this ungodly hour? Sure, it was my birthday. Another year gone by, another year older but so what? It wasn't as if this day held any excitement for me anymore. It was all the same, year after year.

A four-layer cake, a lavish party filled with old businessmen and women dragging their equally dull children along with them. Some parents, of course, had the nerve to try and set their kids up with me. Rubbish.

The thought made me scoff. It was all so predictable and so annoyingly repetitive. But the worst part of it all was the fake smile my mother plastered on her face every year as if I was her most precious child.

Lies.

All of it.

Her smile would vanish the moment the last guest walked out the door.

When I was a kid, I used to be genuinely happy on my birthdays. I was naive back then, atleast foolish enough to believe that my mother was actually happy too. I'd hear her introduce me with such conviction, "This is Jungkook, my precious son." and for a time, I bought into the illusion. I thought we were the perfect mother-son duo, inseparable and full of love.

But...

Time has a way of revealing the truth and as the years passed, I came to understand that my mother was a masterful actress.

And my father? At least he didn't pretend to love me like some kind of treasure. He was straightforward, honest in his own way. He actually cared for me, at least enough to give me whatever I asked.

When I was about to turn seven, I saw one of my classmates with a remote-control helicopter and immediately wanted one for myself. My father didn't just get me a toy helicopter, he bought me a real one with a private pilot. I still remember the joy that surged through me as I climbed into that helicopter for the first time.

Then, on my tenth birthday, I asked him for Superman's autograph but my father flew us both to Hollywood to meet Superman in person. He was always like that- going above and beyond. His smiles were genuine.