𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ||ᴊᴊᴋxᴄʜᴜʙʙʏʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ18+

•○°Oh father forgive me°○•

Jungkook's POV

My poor heart, stop beating so fast or you might just burst.

I kept reminding myself it was just a normal ride. I offered it because it wasn't safe for her to walk alone, and she accepted. Simple.

But fuck my life-this was anything but normal. Every time the bike hit a bump, her body pressed against mine, sending shockwaves through me. Desire and anticipation burned in me, a fire I knew I had no right to feel. Once she found out about me-about everything-it would all be over. She'd be gone, and this would all come crashing down.

I sighed as we hit another bump, and she instinctively clutched my waist to steady herself.

"Sorry," she mumbled, her voice so soft, so sincere. The simple, human decency in her apology made me feel worse because, deep down, I loved the sensation of her touch. Her body, so soft and warm against mine, felt too good... too right.

Stop.

Stop this.

She will never be yours. Never.

But God, I want her to be...

"No problem, YN," I said, trying to calm the beast inside me-the lion that roared for her.

My lioness.

Wait-what? My?

She isn't yours, dumbass.

I finally pulled up in front of her place, right next to my shop and home. Seohwa must be waiting for me-I sighed, feeling guilty for being such a bad brother. Lifting the visor of my helmet, I caught sight of her, the curvy beauty who was stepping off the bike. She wore a red dress, its fabric covering her curves, hiding her allure from the world and from me. Yet, somehow, she still looked ethereal, like a goddess tempting me with every move. I wanted to uncover that hidden beauty, dive into what was concealed, but I was too afraid to even think about it.

She's a temptation-a sweet, dangerous one-igniting desires in me that feel like a ticking time bomb.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, her voice soft but making my heart race again.

I could give you a real ride-no, stop. Control yourself.

But then she took off the helmet I had given her, and her thick, beautiful hair swayed in the air, cascading like a dream. I watched, mesmerized, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight. What the hell am I doing? Why am I staring?

Gosh, I'm so gone.

"What are you doing with my daughter, Jeon Jungkook?!!"

That voice-I knew it well. A deep, dark voice I'd hoped never to hear again. My chest tightened as YN's father stepped out of the house, his eyes full of suspicion and anger. Shin Beom Seok. Senior officer of the Seoul Police Department. The very man who had put me behind bars.

"Dad?" YN's voice wavered, caught between surprise and frustration.

Dad?

"YN, why are you with this criminal?!" he growled, his fury directed at me like a knife.

Shit. It's all over. Whatever small hope I had-whatever fragile connection I'd started to feel-it's gone now, shattered by this man who knew my past. The story I wished could bloom just wilted before it could even start.

"Dad, what are you even saying? Please stop!" YN shot back, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension. I glanced at her, and for a moment, I forgot everything. She was fierce, a fire I hadn't expected, standing there defending me.

Damn, woman-you're lethal.

My heart pounded at her next words. "You can't just say something like that. You have to show some human decency, Dad!"

Her father's furious glare shifted between us, but it didn't faze me. I've already paid for my mistakes. I've endured more than most, and I no longer fear anyone's judgment-not his, not the world's. The past is just that: the past.

"I'll get going, YN. Seohwa must be waiting," I said, forcing a smile, though I knew deep down this was probably the last time we'd see each other.

But trust me, I cherished every second with you.

I left her behind, feeling the weight of every step as I walked apway. Her father's words echoed in my head, but I pushed them aside. I couldn't afford to dwell on them-not now.

As I reached my home, memories started creeping back-the prison walls, cold and unforgiving. I remember how they used to keep me hungry, starved for days. No one treated me like a human in there. It was hell. Every moment felt like torture, and no matter how much I fought to stay strong, they always found new ways to break me.

I shook the memories away as I opened the door to my room. The dim light flickered across the walls, and there she was-Seohwa. She had fallen asleep on the table, her head resting on top of her scattered papers, the assignments she was working on.

I chuckled softly, the sight of her bringing me a peace I hadn't felt in a long time. Gently, I walked over, picking her up like she was still the little girl I used to carry. She stirred in my arms but didn't wake up, her face peaceful.

I laid her down on her anime-printed bed, the soft colors and characters surrounding her, a stark contrast to the dark world I lived in. I pulled her favorite blanket over her, making sure she was warm, and stepped back.

She's the only thing that keeps me away from the demons. The hell I faced. The hell I still carry inside.

With one last glance at her, I left the room, letting the door close behind me.

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