"In my world, love is a liability. But with you, Ari... I can't stop. You've become my greatest weakness."
- JJK
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Jungkook sat beside his father, gripping his hand tightly as the room filled with the suffocating stench of blood and death. He was only 11, but the weight of the moment made him feel much older. His father's breaths were shallow, labored, each one sounding like it could be his last. The muffled gunfire outside was terrifying, but what haunted Jungkook more was the silence after each shot—the fear that his mother wouldn't return.
His heart pounded as he thought of her, six months pregnant, fighting off enemies who were intent on killing them. She was the queen of the underworld, fierce and feared, but that didn't stop him from worrying. Even as a boy, Jungkook knew what they were up against. His world had never been simple; it was filled with shadows, deals, and betrayals.
"Appa," Jungkook whispered, his voice shaking, "Umma... she's out there. She'll come back, right?"
His father's eyes fluttered open, pain etched into his face. His hand weakly squeezed Jungkook's. "She's strong, Kook-ah. Stronger than me."
The words brought no comfort to Jungkook. His father, a simple man who had loved a woman beyond his world, had always been a pillar of quiet strength. But now, he lay here, dying because of the life they were trapped in. Jungkook's thoughts raced. He couldn't lose them both—he couldn't lose his mother too.
A gunshot rang out louder than the others. Jungkook flinched. His heart stopped. The door swung open violently, and there stood his mother, her face pale, blood dripping from her abdomen. Her free hand pressed tightly against her stomach. The sight made Jungkook freeze in horror.
"M-Mom..." he stammered, his eyes wide, fixed on the growing red stain on her dress.
Her eyes met his, filled with anguish and pain. She stumbled toward them, but her legs gave out halfway. She fell to her knees, her gun clattering to the ground. Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing to her side.
"Umma!" His voice cracked with fear as he knelt beside her, trying to hold her up. "You're bleeding. Y-You're hurt..."
Her breathing was ragged, each inhale punctuated with agony. She looked down at her belly, the baby she had been protecting all this time. "Jungkook... I..." Her voice broke, and her eyes filled with tears she never allowed herself to show. "I couldn't save... I couldn't..."
Jungkook's small hands trembled as he tried to press down on her wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "No, no, it's going to be okay. We can get help. We'll save the baby—"
She shook her head, tears finally spilling down her cheeks as her blood pooled around them. "The baby... is gone."
Jungkook's heart shattered. The sibling he had been waiting for, dreaming of, was gone. He felt helpless, watching the strongest person he knew, his mother, break in front of him.
His father's voice, weak but still present, called out from the bed. "My love... I'm sorry... I couldn't... protect you..."
She looked at him, her expression torn between love and unbearable sorrow. "You... saved our son. That's enough."
