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Chapter Four

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Days turned into weeks. Both Jungkook and Y/n were now friends. There was no day that they didn't meet each other. It was like a daily thing to meet up. Y/n loved talking to him about her life and he would gladly listen to her. 

Both of them got really close to each other in a really less time. They would hang out after school and even go on small walks at the park.

Time was moving too. 

To each other they were now someone who they could rely on, during their hard times.

Just like right now.

His hands were intervened with yours as both of you sat down under the tree in the park.

The cold breeze hitting your face as your hands were brushing his hair back.

"It will be alright. Everything happens for a reason Jungkook." You spoke softly afraid of hurting his feelings as you held his hand tightly.

The boy shook his head as he wiped his tears softly.

"Jungkook if you keep crying. Do you think your grandmother will like it. She would hate to see her lovely grandson cry. " you tried taking his mind off the things but it didn't seem to work as the latter only sobbed more harder.

Not having any other way left. You hugged the man tightly. His hands around your waist as you whispered soothing words.

After a while. He seemed to stop and you pulled away.

"better now? " you asked. Getting a simple nod from him. His hand moved his hair back before he closed his eyes tightly.

"Jungkook. Please don't be like this." your voice cracked seeing him so weak and tired. You didn't like this.

Jungkook then turned his head. Only to look into your eyes.

'Thanks y/n. But I need some alone time right now. ' he signed you. Slowly understanding the what he said you gulped.

It's better if he has some alone time. Smiling at the boy you gave him a small hug before leaving him alone.

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Few Days later

Y/n pov

"Wow your daughter is really pretty. " the woman complimented as she eyed me weirdly. My mother on the other side only smiled. Her hands holding the wine tightly as she agreed.

"I know. My daughter is the prettiest. " my eyes rolled at that sentence since those words looked so fake to me. She would never say that with love.

It disgusted me how she always uses me. I always say no to her parties but ends up being in one.

She was a mother everyone would hate to have. She was an evil witch.