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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As they walked back through the forest, Taeho rested his head on the tall brunette's shoulder, his tiny arms wrapped around his father. The soft sounds of the forest seemed to lull Taeho into a peaceful quiet, his earlier excitement now replaced with the comfort of being close to his father. The tall brunette glanced down at his son, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. These moments, simple yet full of joy, were what mattered most.
"Sleep well, Taeho." the tall brunette whispered softly, as they made their way home, the firewood securely gathered for another cozy evening together.
As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics within the cabin. The bond between the tall brunette and Y/n grew stronger, built on a foundation of mutual respect and the shared responsibility of raising Taeho. They found solace in each other's presence. One winter evening, as a heavy snowstorm raged outside, the three of them huddled together by the fireplace. Taeho was asleep, his small body wrapped in a thick blanket, his head resting on the tall brunette's lap. Y/n sat beside them, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames.
"Jungkook." Y/n said softly, breaking the silence. "I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done. You've given us so much, and you've never asked for anything in return."
The tall brunette looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep, unwavering love. "You don't need to thank me, Y/n. I'm here because I want to be. You and Taeho are my family, and I will always do whatever I can to take care of you."
"I know that. And I'm so grateful. But I also want you to know that you don't have to sacrifice your own happiness for us. You deserve to find joy and love, too."
The tall brunette squeezed her hand, his heart aching with the depth of his feelings. "Being here with you and Taeho, seeing him grow up, hearing him laugh, brings me more joy than you can imagine. I don't need anything else."
"Thank you, Jungkook. For everything."
The tall brunette smiled, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "You deserve it." He replied with heart eyes.
The sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow over the fairgrounds as laughter and music filled the air. Taeho, a lively five-year-old, was tugging his father's hand, his eyes shining with wonder as he darted from one ride to another. The fair was a vibrant chaos of color and sound, yet somehow, amid all the excitement, the tall brunette's full attention was focused on his son. Y/n sat on a nearby bench, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she watched them. She hadn't been feeling well, but there was something deeply soothing in watching the two of them so happy. the tall brunette's laugh echoed as Taeho dragged him towards a game booth, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in her chest. Taeho pointed excitedly at a game involving small rings and a row of bottles.
"Appa, can we try this one?" he asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.
The tall brunette chuckled, crouching to be at eye level with his son. "Alright, little man." he said, ruffling Taeho's hair. "Let's see if we can win something for Mommy, huh?"
