Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 15▶︎

The mansion was beautifully adorned, every corner mirroring the detailed care that had gone into its decoration. It looked like a bride on her wedding day, with elegant details and a soft, glowing atmosphere that made the entire place feel special.

All of this was the result of Jungkook's hard work. He had taken charge of the decorations, from planning to execution. With just a rough sketch, he had shared his ideas with Mrs. Kim, and she had trusted him to bring them to life. The outcome was nothing short of stunning; the mansion shone with a lively charm, radiating warmth and elegance that made it feel like a place of celebration and joy.

Mrs. Kim, in her ongoing effort to make Jungkook feel like a true member of the Kim family, entrusted him with the responsibility of designing the mansion's decorations. Jungkook, ever the obedient and eager-to-please young boy, took the task to heart. He spent five dedicated hours crafting a rough sketch of the mansion's layout, envisioning how it could be transformed into a breathtaking space.

To his surprise, when he realized he needed help, he turned to Jisoo. Her heart soared when Jungkook, with his big doe eyes and soft, stuttering voice, asked for her assistance. She melted instantly, unable to resist his request. Together, they sat side-by-side in the dining room, pouring over ideas and discussing the upcoming event. Jisoo was fascinated by the creativity and insight Jungkook demonstrated in such a short amount of time. His ideas were fresh and elegant, showing a natural talent for design that impressed her deeply.

Jungkook stood quietly in the corner of the living room, feeling almost dwarfed by the grandeur of the space now adorned with his carefully planned decorations. The room seemed heavy with the weight of its elegance, but that only made the pride in Jungkook's heart swell even more. As he took in the sight, his eyes sparkled with joy, and a small, beauteous smile tugged at his cherry lips, making him look even more soft and squishy.

"White doll," came the soft, hoarse voice of Mrs. Kim, breaking through his thoughts. Jungkook flinched slightly at the sound, his gaze immediately locking onto her feline eyes. He quickly bowed in respect, his voice low and shy as he greeted her, "G-good morning, Mrs. K-kim."

Mrs. Kim's smile was warm and loving as she looked at the small boy. Her voice was sweet as she replied, "Oh my pretty flower, it's time to get ready."

Jungkook's face scrunched up in confusion, his big doe eyes silently questioning her as they shone brightly under the heavy lighting of the mansion's decorations. Mrs. Kim couldn't help but coo at his innocence.

"Aww, don't be so cute, I might just eat you up! And yes, I'm going to get you ready for the party!!" Mrs. Kim exclaimed with joy and adoration.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, and he stammered, "P-party? M-me?" The idea of being the centre of attention at a party was something Jungkook had never imagined. He had always been the one in the background, the one doing the work, not the one being celebrated.

"Of course, my dear. Mother and son are going to win today!" Mrs Kim cheered, her voice filled with excitement as she reached out to gently take Jungkook's hand. She could see the apprehension in his big, scared doe eyes, and her heart ached for him. Her gaze softened, and her tone grew tender.

She leaned in slightly, her voice gentle and reassuring, "Let's go and rock the party together." All she wanted was for Jungkook to feel like he belonged, to be by her side as part of the family.

Mrs Kim noticed his hesitation, and with a gentle smile, she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You don't have to worry, my sweet flower. You'll be with me the entire time." She began to lead him out of the living room, her steps graceful and confident.

As they walked down the grand hallway, decorated with shimmering lights and delicate floral arrangements, Jungkook couldn't help but feel like he belonged there. The warmth of Mrs Kim's hand in his made him feel safe like he was part of something bigger than himself.