From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story

✨SILENT MOURNING✨

The morning light crept through the curtains, but it did nothing to lift the heaviness in Y/N's chest. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor, her mind still spinning from the events of the day before. Everything had changed, yet nothing felt real. Her phone buzzed beside her, cutting through the suffocating silence. When she saw her mother's name on the screen, her stomach clenched.

She hesitated before answering. The moment she heard her mother's voice, she could tell she was crying. Her breath hitched, and the world seemed to close in around her. She knew what was coming, and had prepared herself for this moment, but that didn't stop her heart from sinking into a deep pit of dread.

"Y/N..." Her mother's voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of grief. "Your father... he's dead."

Even though she had been bracing herself for these words, the reality of them hit Y/N like a punch to the chest. Her breath caught in her throat as her body tensed, and numbness spread through her, slowly giving way to a flood of emotions that she wasn't ready to handle. Tears spilled down her face uncontrollably, harder and faster than she thought possible, and she felt like she was drowning in her grief, anger, and helplessness. How could this be happening?

Her mother explained in broken words that he had died on a mission—a dangerous one, like so many before. But Y/N knew this wasn't the full truth. The story was too simple, too clean. There had to be more to it, something they weren't telling her. She could feel it in her bones, and the uncertainty gnawed at her already fragile heart.

"They didn't even tell me until a week after he died," her mother sobbed, and the revelation made Y/N's stomach twist painfully. Her father had been gone for days, and she hadn't known. They had kept it from her, from her mother, letting them believe he was still alive, still out there somewhere. The betrayal felt like a fresh wound on top of everything else.

Her grief was interrupted by the arrival of Alex, sent to escort her to the funeral. Numbly, Y/N let them guide her into the car, her mind racing with fragmented thoughts. She couldn't shake the growing suspicion that there was more behind her father's death, more that she wasn't being told. As they drove, she realized with growing sadness that none of the Jeon family had come. Not even Namjoon, who had always been there for her, was present. It was just her, alone with the weight of loss pressing on her like a suffocating blanket.

The funeral was a blur. Y/N stood beside her mother, her body stiff with grief. There were no words exchanged between them—just silent, shared tears. The pain in her mother's eyes was unbearable, and when she finally broke the silence, her voice was laced with regret.

"I asked him to leave this dangerous life behind years ago," her mother whispered, her voice trembling. "But he didn't listen to me... and now look where we are."

Y/N's heart shattered all over again. She could see the guilt and sorrow etched into every line on her mother's face, a grief so deep it seemed to swallow her whole. Y/N wanted to say something, to offer some kind of comfort, but there were no words for this kind of pain. All she could do was hold her mother as she broke down, both of them crumbling under the weight of their loss.

As the funeral drew to a close and people began to leave, Y/N felt the suffocating loneliness of it all. That's when she saw Jungkook, standing quietly in the distance, his face serious and unreadable. He approached her without a word, his presence looming but offering no comfort. He didn't say anything, just a quiet signal that it was time to go.

Y/N turned to her mother, her voice desperate. "Come with me, please," she begged, needing her mother's presence to keep her grounded.

But her mother shook her head, her resolve firm despite the pain in her eyes. "I'll stay with my sister until Namjoon returns," she said, her words final, though Y/N could see the sadness behind them.