Black Heart's

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"Dad, I can explain... I-"

Jungkook didn't get the chance to end his sentence. The silence that swallowed their bubble was erupted by the sound of the palm connecting to his skin because Mr. Jeon slapped him across his face, causing his head turned to the side.

Jungkook's eyes widened a little as he didn't move for a second processing everything that happened.

It was the second time; his dad raised his hand on him.

"I just... I can't believe you are my son. You are not going to live here. I'm sending you away from here."

His dad's words made him straighten up his head as Jungkook looked at his dad, his hands turning into the fists beside him. Mr. Jeon angry eyes had his heart sunk and his head dropped down, not meeting his dad's gaze.

"Go to your room and pack your stuff." Mr. Jeon said, the warning and anger was clear in his voice.

Not giving him a single glance, he turned around and marched out of the mansion to go to the servant quarter while Jungkook stood there looking down. The upper buttons of his shirt were open and his hair was messy but it didn't bother him.

The little wetness in his eyes told how much it had hurt him when his father raised his hand on him and he saw the trust in his eyes fading away.

Raising his hand, he brushed his face and closed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling before turning around and looking at her closed door. A frown appeared on his face as he walked to the door and opened it half.

Her figure lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully became visible to his eyes as he watched her. Not knowing what to do, he just rested his hand on the handle and stood there not looking away from her.

She was sleeping unaware of the fact that what happened behind her closed door. His lips tugged upward a little as his heart filled with warmth and the realization hit him harder.

Her mere sight was a peace to his tumultuous heart.

"Little Rose..." His whisper was nothing but filled with her name. It rolled down his tongue like he was reading a mantra again and again.

He wanted nothing but to stand there and looked at her all night when he knew that it was foolish of him to wear his heart on sleeve knowing how easily it can be scratched and bleed with her thorns.

He was not wrong when he called her 'Little Rose' but he didn't know there will come a time when he would gladly let her thorns pricked his skin and scratched it until he would bleed.

Bleed until his heart would no longer have his peace with it and it would turn into dark, pitched black heart. The thought of it scared him but the moment of being with her felt too beautiful.

And Jungkook realized it that night that his heart had already rooted for her. His feelings had surfaced up and they were too stronger.

Stronger enough to turn him mad and dangerous enough to turn him dark.

To not make his father wait more, he glanced at her last time and closed the door before adjusting his shirt and brushing his hair back.

He turned around and walked down the hall, out of the mansion carefully to not let anyone see him as he went back to where he belonged... Servant quarter.

Jungkook entered his house only to be met by the darkness surrounding the living room. Walking to the couch, he sat on it as he rested his face in his hands.

A sigh left his lips as he raised his head and looked in the direction of his father's room. The lights that were on had turned off making him looked down. He was disappointed that he had broken the trust of his father that he swore he would never do.