From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨A MOTHER'S LOVE, A SON'S PAIN✨

It was late at night, and the silence of the house felt comforting after a long day. I was already half-asleep when I heard a faint knock on the door, followed by Jungkook's familiar voice asking me to stay with him. There was something about the way he said it—soft, almost vulnerable—that made me get up without hesitation. I walked into his room, and the quiet atmosphere enveloped us. Without a word, he pulled me closer by the waist, hugging me tightly, and before I knew it, we both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other's presence.

The next morning, I woke up in his room, still nestled in his arms. Jungkook was sleeping peacefully, his face calm and at ease. I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. As I stretched and roamed around his room, my eyes fell on a table by the window. There were a few photo frames displayed there, some personal and intimate.

The first frame was just of Jungkook—his familiar features from childhood, carefree and smiling. The second frame caught my attention: a family portrait. There was Jungkook again, much younger, standing beside a woman who looked strikingly like him. I realized it must be his mother. She had a gentle smile on her face, one that held warmth and kindness, and Jungkook, small and innocent, was leaning against her as if she were his entire world.

As I continued looking, I noticed another frame, this time a group photo with a mix of people. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized my father in the picture, standing beside another man who bore a striking resemblance to him. Before I could make sense of it, Jungkook stirred in bed.

He woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light. I turned to him and asked, "Did you get a good sleep, Jungkook?"

He nodded, and I sat beside him on the bed, holding the picture frame of his mother. "Is this your mom?" I asked gently.

Jungkook's expression softened as he took the frame from me. "She is my mom. A very kind and brave woman... she was my everything."

There was a pause. I hesitated before asking the next question, "What happened to her?"

Jungkook's face hardened for a moment, and without answering, he stood up and headed for the shower, leaving the question hanging in the air. I continued my morning routine, organizing my clothes in his closet, my thoughts swirling around what he had said—or more importantly, what he hadn't.

A few minutes later, Jungkook returned from his shower, his hair still wet and only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped down his body, and despite myself, I couldn't help but stare. My face grew warm when he smirked, catching me in the act.

"Stop staring at me and get back to work, Y/N," he teased.

I flushed, feeling embarrassed, and quickly excused myself from the room, his soft chuckle following me as I went downstairs. Hana was already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, and I joined her to help.

Jungkook came down soon after, sitting at the table without saying much. As he began eating, his phone rang, and I could feel the shift in the atmosphere. His calm demeanor quickly vanished as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line. His voice rose, and suddenly, he was shouting, anger radiating from him like heat. Without finishing his food, he stormed out, ignoring my call to finish breakfast.

I sat there, feeling a mix of concern and confusion. I decided to find Julia, hoping she might be able to shed some light on what had just happened. I found her upstairs and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Y/N," she replied kindly.

I swallowed hard, knowing I was prying into something deeply personal, but I had to know. "What happened to Jungkook's mother? And how did Jungkook become... like this?"