Longing For Your Love.....

20

The Jeon Corporation’s annual collaboration gala was nothing short of grand. Lights danced across the shimmering chandeliers, the sound of soft violin music mixed with murmurs of powerful businessmen and women from across Seoul. Journalists with flashing cameras stood by the entrance, capturing the arrival of every elite guest.

Among them, the most anticipated name was Jeon Jungkook .........the king in  business field.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, Jungkook entered with Namjoon, Jin, and their daughter Nami. Yoongi followed with Jimin, both of them sharing a quiet conversation. And walking slightly ahead, with his tiny hands folded in front, was Hwan .... Jungkook’s eldest son.

He wasn’t talkative tonight. His big eyes scanned the venue as though he was searching for someone ..... his mother.

“She’ll come,” Jimin whispered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Hwan only nodded.

Jungkook, meanwhile, stood tall .... but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Ever since that meeting at Jeon Corp a few days ago, Taehyung had refused to leave his thoughts. She had stood in front of him, not as the broken woman he left behind, but as a queen .... poised, fierce, untouched by his coldness.

He hadn't been able to sleep since.

Tonight was no different.

He was sipping on his whiskey when the soft creak of the grand doors echoed through the hall.

And then silence followed.

As if the world held its breath.

Heads turned.

He turned.

And there she was.

Taehyung.

Clad in a royal blue saree, with a statement diamond choker resting against her graceful collarbone. Her hair elegantly tied in a low bun, strands framing her delicate face. Confidence oozed from every step she took, but her hand never left the one she was holding beside her.

Taegukk.

A young boy .....dressed in a small tuxedo. His hair parted the same way Jungkook used to as a child. The shape of his eyes, the slight furrow in his brows, even the slight smirk at the corner of his lips ...... Jungkook saw himself.

The glass slipped slightly in his grip.

His knees buckled, but he didn't move.

Namjoon, beside him, went still. Jin covered her mouth.

Yoongi  gasped silently.

And Hwan...

He ran.

“Mumma!” he shouted, weaving through the crowd, almost tripping in his excitement.

Taehyung immediately opened her arms, kneeling to catch him in a warm hug.

“My baby,” she smiled through her tears, pressing kisses to his cheeks. “You look so handsome, Hwan.”

“I missed you, Mumma,” Hwan sniffled. “You didn’t tell me you’d look like a princess today.”

Taehyung giggled softly, ruffling his hair. “Then you should’ve worn a crown too, my prince.”

Behind them, Taegukk stood quietly, looking around the room, his fingers holding the edge of Taehyung’s pallu. But his eyes eventually landed on one man.

Jeon Jungkook.

And just like that ....... those soft brown eyes hardened. A deep silence filled his little heart as he stared at the man who was his biological father ....... but had never once looked for him. Never asked. Never held him.