There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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Y/n stirred awake, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. The memory of the last few hours crashed over her in waves, the stranger in her kitchen, the mask coming off, revealing Jungkook. Her heart tightened at the thought. Jungkook. The father of her child, the man who disappeared and left her alone to navigate the storm of motherhood, the man she once admired so deeply, and yet the very same man who had destroyed her life completely.
My chest ached as I recalled how things used to be. The rawness of it all felt too close, too painful, and the awkwardness of being around him now was overwhelming. I couldn't face him. Not yet. Not with so many unanswered questions still lingering between us. I decided to lock myself in my room for a while, needing the space to breathe and think.
As she stared at the ceiling, her mind wandered to Taeho, their son. He was fast asleep, unaware of the chaos that had unfolded. Jin, too, had fallen asleep beside him, exhausted after a long day. Outside, the air was heavy with tension, but here, it was just Y/n and her thoughts. Meanwhile, in the living room, Namjoon paced quietly. He glanced at Jimin, who was sitting on the couch, his brows furrowed in concern. Namjoon sighed and gestured toward Jin and Taeho.
"Jimin, why don't you lay beside Jin? They both need rest. I need to talk to Jungkook."
"I'm fine hyung. Please don't worry about me." Jimin replied. He seemed way too tensed than anyone else in the room.
"Jimin, honey you are anxious and you also drove us back to Busan from Seoul don't you feel your sexy body needs rest now?" Namjoon tried to sound as calm as possible.
"Hyung is there a problem if I'm around?" Jimin sounds a bit agitated.
"Not at all. Your my most favorite one. But right now my favorite one needs rest to wake up energetic." Namjoon spoke to him the way he speaks with Taeho.
"Fine." The grumpy dancer replied.
"That's like my pretty baby." Namjoon smiled watching him.
Jimin hesitated but nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. He quietly moved over to the couch, laying down beside Jin and Taeho, keeping watch over the two as Namjoon turned his attention to Jungkook, who sat on the armchair, his head hung low. Namjoon crossed the room, pulling up a chair to sit across from him. The silence between them was thick, but Namjoon knew he needed to hear everything, he needed to know where the tall brunette had been and why he had abandoned Y/n and their child when he was so excited to start a new family with them.
"Tell me," Namjoon said, his voice steady but firm. "What happened to you, Jungkook? Why did you disappear?"
The tall brunette rubbed his face with his hands, letting out a long, tired breath. His shoulders were slumped, as though the weight of the past six months had crushed him from the inside out. He looked up at Namjoon, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and exhaustion.
