Namjoon paced around his room, staring at his phone. His mother's secretary had just sent a message—his mother was on her way back to Korea. They had already started their journey. He felt a deep sense of dread. How would his younger brother handle this?
As he thought, memories flooded back—the painful day he and his mother left the country.
He remembered a small boy, clinging to his mother's knees, tears streaming down his face as he choked out, "Mumma, don't go. I'll come with you."
When she didn't respond, the boy looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Hyungie, take me with you. Tell Mom to let me come, or please stay. Please don't leave me here alone... I'm scared. I don't have anyone."
Namjoon remembered the silence that had hung between them, a silence enforced by his mother's command. She had warned him—if he said anything, she'd leave him behind too.
"Mumma, we can't leave Kookie here; we should bring him too, you know how fatherly," Namjoon said he was on the verge of breaking down.
He told this last night when he saw his mother with trembling hands packing hastily; she didn't even try to wipe his tears. Her body has lots of cuts and blood clots. She won't be able to handle it anymore. Namjoon knows. Also, whenever his father is bored, it is he who gets harassed, punished, and beaten to a pulp. Even though Kookie is younger, his mother decided to leave him here as his father always had a care for Kookie. That is why.
Now that their mother, Yoona, had tried to hold back her tears. She was leaving her husband for good, unable to endure his cruelty any longer. She had secured a job abroad and wanted to take both of her boys, but her husband, Hyungwon, had other plans. He insisted on keeping one son with him for his purposes. Powerless, Yoona was forced to make a choice she would regret for the rest of her life.
She took Namjoon with her, believing he needed her more, unsure if he could survive his father's wrath. The younger boy, only six at the time, would at least be treated well. After all, Hyungwon favoured him.
But Namjoon now knew how deeply his mother had misjudged his father. The man had become even crueller the moment she was gone. He had filled the younger Jeon's mind with lies—that their mother had abandoned him, that he was unwanted, unloved.
The little boy grew up believing he was a mistake, unworthy of love. And so, as he endured his father's torment, he grew strong and ruthless, becoming exactly what his father wanted—someone incapable of love.
Years later, Yoona had received a video of her younger son. In it, he mercilessly beat a man, his expression cold and hardened, with a note from Hyungwon: Told you he's my heir.
The words had shattered her. She had wanted to return, but Hyungwon's power and her own helplessness held her back. Seven more years passed before she learnt Hyungwon had died. She thought she would be able to reconnect with her son, but by then, he was nowhere to be found.
Namjoon had made her a promise. He would go back, find his brother, and try to make things right. When he'd arrived, however, he was greeted by a man who barely looked at him and barely spoke. His once affectionate "Kookie" was now the Jeon, the cold, detached head of the Jeon Empire. It took two months for Jungkook even to acknowledge his presence, though he allowed Namjoon to stay in his mansion.
Namjoon eventually met Jin; later he understood Jin was the only person who seemed to get through to Jeon even slightly, though they also had a complicated relationship. He'd clung to hope, but even now, after two years, things hadn't changed much. Jeon remained as closed-off as ever until recently.
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