The Badboy Lover|| J.JK [EDITING]

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Y/n POV

I pulled the break as the tiers screeched against the road. Opening the door, I went inside the mansion before making my way direct towards the cabin. I slammed the door open without even caring to knock. My mom flinched hard and looked at me with wide eyes."What the hel-"

"How do you know Jeon Jungkook?" I asked cutting her off as she looked at me for a moment before scoffing."Looks like your eyes are finally opened." She passed me a dirty smirk making me clutch my fist tightly as my jaw clenched."Just answer, mom." I said through my gritted teeth.

She sighed and leaned forward on her table before interwining her hands together, as if she was my boss."How am I supposed to not know your dad's murderer?" She said while my lips parted in shock."What? What do you mean by d-dad's murderer? Is he.." The words came out of my mouth in a whisper as I trailed off.

"Yes, he's dead. And Jeon Jungkook is the one who killed him." I stumbled back as my vision blurred. All the things around me revolved and seemed to disappear as I took a deep breath and tried to process what I just heard.

"How can I believe that you're not lying?" I asked as she laughed maniacally and leaned back against her chair."Oh my! I wonder how much do you despise me to think that I would lie about something like this. No doubt, that boy's magic have worked on you." She said and stood up before moving towards me with something hidden behind her back.

I took a step back as she grabbed the back of my nape and jerked me towards her before pointing a gun on my head. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as I looked at her shockingly."M-mom..."

"He was holding a gun on your dad's head just like this. Your dad was crying, begging to let him live because you were too young to live on your own..." She started as the tears escaped my eyes.

"...he loved both of us so much that he was ready to live away from us if that meant that we were safe and happy. But Jeon Jungkook was one of the cruelest person no one had ever seen, huh, afterall his dad raised him. He shot your dad right here.." she tapped the gun point on my forehead while I cried silently."M-mom, stop it please. I-i can't.." I pleaded and closed my eyes while hanging my head down.

Everything felt like a dream as I imagined my dad's situation that time."...in front of us. The blood was all over the place. Jungkook was covered in your dad's blood while your dad was lying lifeless on the floor." She continued ignoring my pleading while looking in space with deadly eyes as if she was talking to herself.

There was no emotion on her face but pure hatred and the lust of getting revenge. It was as if she was reminding herself of that cruel past to not let that fire inside her extinguish.

My body shook in terror as I took deep breaths while the tears flowed down my cheeks."After that, you went in coma due to the extreme shock and trauma whil-"

"Mom, stop it! Please stop it!!" I shouted and pushed her away as my knees gave up. I fell down on my legs and covered my face with my palms while crying continuously."Why didn't you tell me earlier?! Why did you kept me in dark??!"  I asked while hicuuping as she bent down to my level grabbed my jaw tightly making me look up.

"Because you didn't deserve to know. All of this happened because of you. If you hadn't been born, then me and your dad would've been living a happy life by now!" She accused me as I looked at her with my swollen eyes feeling hurt. I know my mom never cared for me and blamed me for everything wrong happened but this was too much.

Blaming me for my dad's death was way too much when I didn't even remember that my dad was no more alive. Was it my fault that I lost some of my memory that time? Was it my fault that I was waiting for years for my dad to return because I was told that he was living somewhere else without knowing that he was dead?

Was it my fault that I was born and expected to be loved by my mom? Was it really my fault to love someone who killed my dad and took away the happiness of my life? How come I'm always the one guilty when I just silently watch the crime happening around me?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I chanted in whisper while getting up and running away from there. I stumbled as my injured hand brushed harshly against the wall making me whimper in pain as it was left unbandaged since then.

I ran towards my room and brought out the photo frame from my old cupboard. The tears gathered in my eyes as I caressed my dad's face in the photo frame. Sliding down against the wall, I attached the frame near my chest and cried.

"I'm sorry, dad. I'm really sorry for blaming you all these years without knowing the truth." I said in between my cries while clutching the frame tightly."I-I'm sorry I didn't know that you were...you were dead all this years. I'm sorry that I loved the guy who k-killed you. Please forgive me, dad. Please." My sobs echoed in the empty room as I continued crying while hugging the frame tightly.

I felt so ashamed of myself that I wanted to dig a grave for myself. How much of a fool a person can be? Everything was right infront of my eyes, everyone kept playing with me while I didn't even know that I was being played. Pathetic.

To be continued......