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Days turned into weeks, yet their routine remained the same—the longing glances they shared from afar, the quiet craving that persisted across the distance between them.
YN’s father felt a sense of pride knowing his daughter was away from a criminal, but he couldn’t ignore how the glow she once had had faded.
Since her mother’s death, YN had taken on everything, managing it all with a smile, bearing every burden alone. But now, he could see the pain hidden behind her expressions. He thought it was a matter of time, that her heartache would pass. But it didn’t.
The love we feel for someone isn’t something that can simply be erased by distance. When heartstrings connect, they stay intertwined, bound forever.
Deep down, Jungkook’s heart kept yearning for just one look from her. Since the day he pushed her away, he had found himself searching for ways to catch her attention—just a little bit. His heart refused to cooperate with his mind.
The sweet mobster was so deeply in love that the memory of her father’s words didn’t affect him; he continued to watch over her, protecting her from the shadows.
He cursed his past, blamed himself for ruining the most precious thing he could ever have in this life.
"YN," her father called out as she absently cleaned the kitchen, too lost in thought to even notice the kettle's whistle that had been going off. With a sigh, he turned off the kettle and tapped her shoulder, making her flinch.
"Yes, Dad," she murmured.
"What’s going on?" he asked, though she could feel the weight of his own guilt lingering in the question—the same man who had torn apart two hearts was now trying to piece together her sadness.
"Are you really asking me that, Dad?" she muttered, glancing at him.
He sighed. "YN, he isn’t good for you—"
"Dad, that’s exactly what he told me," she interrupted, her voice calm yet laced with quiet frustration. "He said the same thing. Word for word."
She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. "I know it was you who pushed him away from me."
"And why would you take his side? What does he have that you care about so much?" he demanded, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
"He—" she stopped, searching for words that could explain what she felt, but how could she? Her mind flooded with memories—tender moments, shared smiles, a connection that felt rare and true. His genuine adoration, the warmth and depth he held in those small gestures, the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered—it all left a mark, one that she couldn’t shake.
In a matter of days, his presence had become a comfort she’d longed for, his quiet strength, the hidden pain in his eyes that mirrored something in herself. She wanted to know him, to understand the man beneath the scars, to share in his sorrows and joys. And he had been willing to let her go, to sacrifice his own happiness, simply because her father told him to.
She looked up at her father, her voice steady but her eyes damp with unshed tears. "It’s beyond what you could understand, Dad. I just want you to know that if he ever tries to make things right, I’ll be there to meet him halfway. I’m 28; I’m an adult. You can’t control my life forever. I love you more than anything, but please, stop interfering. Just let me live my own life."
With that simple, heartfelt plea, she walked away, brushing away the tears as they fell, leaving her father standing in silence. .
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Jungkook was busy in his world, surrounded by delicate petals and flowers, while a cute little girl tried every trick she knew to tease him.
"Kook, you’ve been so grumpy for the past ten days. What happened?" she muttered in frustration.
"What? I’m just the same as always. What do you mean?" he tried to brush it off, his bad acting obvious to his sister.
The cute girl, with her 13-year-old mind, knew her brother’s struggles all too well. She understood his pain, the turmoil he felt about his YN. She admired that woman—confident, strong, funny, sweetly cute—and she could see the attraction her brother had for her. She knew he was head over heels for that remarkable woman.
"I know what you’re hiding," she declared, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at her very big brother.
"And what is that?" he asked with a smile, brushing leaves from her head and fixing her silky, brunette hair, carefully braiding it and clipping it with cute pins, just like her.
She pouted and hugged her big brother. He looked amused by the sudden affection but wrapped his arm around her, finding comfort in the warmth and love she offered. It softened the ache he felt, making him smile. "Why are you so stubborn, Kook? Please, just talk to her. Stop being in pain. I don’t like seeing you sad, please, please, please!" she pleaded, jumping into his arms like a little baby, making him chuckle and admire her maturity.
"It’s not as easy as it seems, Seo," he replied, pulling back and bending down to her level. She placed her hands on her waist, frowning up at him.
"Everything gets easier if we try to solve it, Kook. Don’t be afraid," she said, cupping his cheeks gently, the same way she did when she was little, full of tenderness.
It reminded him of how fragile she used to be, and still was in some ways, yet she now had such confidence and ferocity. He smiled, clutching her small hands, and kissed her tiny palms.
"My sweet Seo, don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you… or to her," he murmured, standing up straight.
"Even if she’s with someone else?" the little devil smirked, looking behind him.
"What?" His heart sank as he turned around, his breath hitching.
There she was, the woman he was dying to be with—standing with another man. A tall, broad, handsome man with dimples and a dazzling smile, and dragon-like eyes that shone with confidence. She looked at him with admiration, and he smiled back as if they’d known each other for ages.
They were chatting, smiling—fucking smiling.
His blood boiled.
"See, looks like she found someone," his sister teased, making his anger simmer even more.
"Shut up, go do your homework, Seohwa," he muttered angrily, puffing his cheeks in a slight pout.
