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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After a few months, Y/n chose to pursue her medical degree, and Taeho planned to attend the same university. Consequently, the family chose to relocate to London. Y/n had already taken her automobile and quietly driven back to the small wooden cabinet where she resided with Jungkook and Taeho. She experienced shivers as she stepped out of her SUV and began marching towards the narrow entrance. So much has happened in this small woodland. Her trembling began, and she was terrified of reliving all of those memories, but she wanted to come to this house and escape her suffering. She wants to move on with her life, but Jungkook remains someplace deep within her heart. As long as the man was a disaster, he worked hard to become a good father and husband, but the ghosts of his past would not let him rest. Y/n was in tears as she climbed the steps to unlock her home.
"It has been a long time, Jungkook, but you are still hovering around me. It's strange that after all these years, you still have that pull on me."
I opened the door, and the dust made me cough profusely. As I moved inside, I noticed an abandoned kitchen on the right side. I remember I was making bacon soup when we were attacked. I moved towards the kitchen; all of the items were still in place, although they were dusty now. The soup has disappeared, but its traces are still around. I caressed the wooden kitchen countertop, remembering the days when I cooked for my small family. I then remembered our common bedroom, and my feet led me there. I opened the door with a sorrowful heart. A portrait of me, Jungkook, and Taeho remained on the wall above our bed. I could tell Jungkook was delighted to be carrying Taeho in his arms for this portrait. Having a family was his ultimate aim, as seen by his genuine smile. His bright, sparkling doe eyes are as innocent as the day I first saw them. Despite the violent insults he spat, his pink lips remained sweet and tender. Her thick, long brunette hair rested perfectly on his shoulders, and the cut near his eye revealed all of the suffering he had to endure in order to survive. I wonder if killing him with my own hands was unfair, yet I also have no remorse for it. It's a constant conflict between accusing me of his murder and being the victim in this case. I just do not have an answer, nor do I believe I will be able to obtain one, and this saddens me. I disliked him till today, but I suppose I should let my affections for him rest in peace.
Y/n stood beside the image, seeing her former husband in the eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as he folded her arms across her stomach and remained there quietly sobbing. It was a crisp Sunday morning. Winter was approaching, and it felt as if she had been hurled back in time. They were struggling economically and working hard to make ends meet, yet they were content to be together. Y/n and Jungkook were both quite young and inexperienced. It was ridiculous how they argued about minor topics. Y/n turned around and sat on the bed, lightly touching it as she remembered the many times she had been intimate with her late spouse. The bed cover was now stained, but the rest of the linen remained undisturbed. It felt as if time had frozen her formerly happy house into a distant memory.
"I'm not sure why I'm feeling so vulnerable, Jungkook. But I'm not sure if I'm the culprit or the victim here. I understand how difficult it was for you to allow us to live our normal lives, but you were always failing. I knew it was taking a toll on you, and then things went so wrong that I couldn't help it. I was so young and stupid to shoot you back then, but I wouldn't give up Taeho for anything in the world. I would have let you go and never seen you again, but I can't forgive you for the abuse you inflicted on me. It's simply so complicated for me to express my actual feelings for you. But I neither regret it nor have a guilt of shooting you. I guess the universe knew what my heart desired."
