"Hey, you good and safe?" you asked your 14 year old sister June, who had just placed her suitcase in the truck and was now buckling up in the passenger seat.
"Yes, I am very excited for the vacation," she said, pulling out her phone.
"I am glad".you replied smiling starting your drive.
Right now, you and your sister were setting off for a small vacation, a much-needed escape from the whirlwind your lives had become. Just two weeks ago, your dad had passed away, and it felt like the final thread holding your family together had snapped. Your mom had died three years before, leaving you both reeling from the loss.
Since your father never made a will, your relatives were now fighting tooth and nail for his properties. Even his bank account was seized until everything could be cleared up. To make matters worse, they argued that at twenty years old, you were too young and too burdened with college and financial struggles to take care of your sister. They were demanding custody, hoping to get a better claim on the inheritance.
Your father was an alcoholic and an abuser. He was never like this before, at least not until your mother was alive. After her death, everything had come crashing down. The physical abuse was the worst, but to give your sister a semblance of a normal childhood, you hid the fact that your dad used to abuse you. The only thing your sister knew was that he was an alcoholic, and you were more than glad she was spared the rest.
Hiding a fact like this was complicated. Your father was more awake in the afternoons, meaning his endless hurtful words and beatings were reserved for that time. By 6 PM, he was good as dead asleep, the alcohol knocking him out. Your sister's classes usually ended around 5, ensuring she never witnessed the worst of it. But the aftermath of the beatings was harder to conceal. You often had bruises that you somehow explained away with feeble excuses whenever your sister asked.
"Unnie, Aunt is calling. Should I pick up?" she asked, glancing at the phone screen with a furrowed brow.
"A-ah, no, it's fine," you said quickly, silencing the phone and gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter.
"Is everything okay? Are they causing any trouble?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry as she leaned towards you, eyes searching your face.
You forced a smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt. "Y-yes, of course. She's probably calling to ask something about Dad. I can't attend the call while driving," you replied, keeping your eyes on the road.
Your sister seemed to accept your answer, though her worry was evident in the way she bit her lip and kept glancing at you.
"So, what's the new exciting thing you're working on?" you asked, trying to ease the tension.
"I'm writing a story," she said, showing her phone to you with a proud grin.
"Y/n? Is that my name you used for your character?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and frowning slightly.
"Well, yeah," she shrugged, "I'm running out of names, so this works."
You chuckled softly. "What's the storyline like?"
"That's something you'll have to wait and see," she replied, teasingly.
You smiled, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. Despite everything, it was nice to see her enthusiasm.
You knew your sister wrote stories but had never read them before. However, you were certain she was good at it, given that she had a respectable number of followers who seemed captivated by her words.
Reaching the small, cozy neighborhood, you breathed a sigh of relief. You had spent almost all your savings on this place, but it was a much-needed getaway from the mounting stress. You wanted to ensure your sister stayed out of all this turmoil, and you hoped this place would be your sanctuary—a place to organize your thoughts.
This location was full of memories. You had been here with your mom and dad when you were thirteen and June was seven. Those were happier times, and revisiting this spot amid all the chaos felt like a small, comforting reprieve. You hoped that a peaceful week here would help you make the right decisions and provide a momentary escape from the pressure.
Money was a significant issue. Lawyers made killer gigs, and now you understood why—they bled you dry even for the smallest cases. You had worked a part-time job before your dad died, and with that meager income, you were scraping by. The fact that your relatives had the upper hand in the ongoing disputes only made things worse. Adding insult to injury, your father's bank account seized, compounding your financial strain.
You were determined not to lose your sister to that ruthless household. As you settled into the familiar surroundings, you clung to the hope that this brief respite would provide the clarity and strength needed to protect her and navigate the challenges ahead.
"I thought you were a strong girl. You're struggling just to get your suitcase from the trunk," you said with a teasing smile, raising an eyebrow as you watched her wrestle with the heavy luggage. "Need a hand, or are you going to let that suitcase win?"
"Ha ha, funny," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she finally managed to drag the suitcase out of the trunk.
The apartment you arrived at was a charming, cozy retreat nestled in a small, peaceful neighborhood. It was a modest, single-story unit with a welcoming façade painted in soft, pastel hues. The front door opened to a quaint living area, decorated with a mix of vintage and contemporary furnishings. Warm, wooden floors complemented the comfortable, plush sofa and the hand-knitted throw pillows that added a personal touch.With two modern causal bedrooms.
Large windows allowed plenty of natural light to flood the space, and a small dining nook sat adjacent to the compact, well-equipped kitchen. The walls that could be adorned with framed family photos and cheerful artwork. A couple of potted plants in the corners added a touch of greenery.
Opposite your apartment was another similar unit, its façade mirroring yours with a matching color scheme and architectural style.
"Wow, this place is amazing," June said, her eyes wide with admiration as she toured the apartment.
"It is," you agreed, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. Definitely worth the money.
A knock on the door drew your attention. When you opened it, you were met by a handsome young man in his early twenties. He had a well-defined jawline and striking features, with dark, tousled hair that fell casually over his forehead. His eyes were a deep, warm brown, and they sparkled with a friendly glace.
"A-ah, oh, hi. You must be my next-door neighbor," he said with a light smile, extending the keys towards you. "I'm Jungkook. The caretaker asked me to drop off these extra keys for you."
"Oh thank you,nice to meet you,". You said returning the smile.
"You too,See you around". He left with a small wave.
Now it was time to face your chaos, you thought. Taking one of the extra keys, you slipped it into your bag and handed the other to your sister for safekeeping.
As you moved towards your room, you shut the door behind you and pulled out your phone. With a deep breath, you dialed your lawyer, Kai.
"Good morning, sir, I—" you began, but he cut you off.
"Yes, yes, I know. Your case is a bit complicated. Your relatives have the upper hand, and their statement regarding your sister's custody will be taken very seriously.Although you would be getting his ATM money." He spoke quickly, as if eager to finish the conversation. You could hear the rustling of papers in the background.
"And their claims seem to make sense. You're just 20, still in college, and your financial situation is very poor. If they do get custody of your sister, it's likely that your father's properties will end up in their hands."
"Um, sir, I'm planning to drop out of college and get a job nearby," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "But I can't let go of my sister. She's my only blood."
The lawyer's expression softened slightly, though he remained professional. "I understand the situation is difficult. Your commitment to your sister is commendable, but the court will need concrete evidence of your ability to provide a stable environment. Dropping out of college and taking a job might help your case, but it's important to show that you can offer more than just emotional support."
You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I'll do whatever it takes. I just need more time to prove that I can provide for her."
"Time is something we might not have much of, given the speed at which these cases move. I suggest you gather any evidence of your efforts to secure stable employment and improve your financial situation. Every bit helps.".He said before ending the call.
Letting out a sigh, you tried your best to stifle your sobs, but they were becoming uncontrollable. Your relatives, who had vanished after your mother's death, had reappeared with a vengeance following your father's passing. Their sudden interest in your father's properties was no surprise; you wouldn't be shocked if they targeted even the little money left in the bank. And for this, your sister had become their focal point.
College had been your dream. When your college covered half of your tuition fees, you were overjoyed. But now, dropping out seemed like the only viable option, especially since you couldn't afford to pay any more. The realization that your academic aspirations were slipping away and the thought of your sister not being by your side was unbearable.
June had headed to the playground after noticing some girls her age chatting and playing. Soon enough, you were out of your own emotional cage, determined to find a job as quickly as possible. This week, you planned to visit your college and initiate the process of dropping out.
As you stepped outside, lost in thought, a sudden, sharp sound startled you—a door slamming shut. It was your neighbor, Jungkook, who had just closed the door of his apartment. He glanced over, noticing your startled reaction.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry, Y/n," Jungkook said, looking embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "Didn't mean to startle you."
"Oh, no worries," you replied with a reassuring smile.
Jungkook was a sweet man, just 22, and over the past week, you both had gotten close. You had shared some details about your life, like your father's death and your horrible relatives, but you had carefully avoided mentioning the custody battle over your sister,he had said about his part as well. Jungkook had been incredibly supportive, even helping you find a job at the café where he worked.
He had a way of making your days brighter with his kindness and sweet demeanor. Whether it was a shared laugh or a moment of understanding, you found comfort in his presence.
"Unnie, please, let's gooo," June pleaded yet again, wanting to introduce you to her new friend.
"You know I have work today," you replied, though that wasn't the real reason. Kai had called regarding the payment, it was due tomorrow and it was far beyond your budget. You needed to find another way to handle the legal fees.
June pouted, looking disappointed. "Just for a little while? Please?"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your responsibilities. "I really can't today, June. Maybe tomorrow?"
June's face fell, but she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, tomorrow then," she said softly, turning to leave.
As she walked away, you felt a pang of guilt. You wished you could give her the carefree childhood she deserved, but the reality of your situation was far too demanding.
It was almost evening, and despite your best efforts to find a solution, nothing had worked. You had no other option but to call Kai and ask if it was possible to send half the amount first. Each ring made your heart beat louder, fear gripping you at the thought of him rejecting your request.
"Goo—" you started, but he interrupted you once again.
"Well, good. I got the message that I could expect the fund mail tomorrow. I'll work harder on your case," he said brusquely, and before you could respond, he ended the call.
You stared at your phone, the weight of his words sinking in. He got a message saying he had money being mailed—in your name? But you hadn't sent the money yet. How was that possible? Who would do that for you?
Confusion and a flicker of hope mixed in your mind. You wracked your brain, trying to think of anyone who might have helped. The only person who came to mind was Jungkook. But he doesn't know about this.Then who?.
Who ever it was you were thankful,But who would it be?.
The next day, as you had promised, you accompanied your sister to meet the girls she had talked about. They were sweet and welcoming, immediately making you and June feel at ease.
June introduced you to her new friends with enthusiasm. "This is my unnie, Y/n," she said proudly.
The girls greeted you warmly, and one of them, a cheerful girl named Mia, said, "We've heard a lot about you. June says you're the best sister ever."
You smiled, touched by June's words. "Thank you, Mia. You all seem like wonderful friends."
As the girls chatted and played, you observed their interactions, relieved to see June so happy and carefree. It was a stark contrast to the tension and stress you had been dealing with lately.
You struck up a conversation with one of the other parents, a kind woman named Mrs. Park, who was supervising the group. She shared stories about the neighborhood and offered tips on local job opportunities, adding to your growing sense of community and support.
Later, as you watched June laugh and play with her new friends, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things would get better. Maybe, with the help of kind people like Jungkook and the welcoming neighbors, you could find a way through this difficult time. For now, seeing June happy was enough to keep you going.
It was night, and almost the whole neighborhood was asleep, including your sister. But responsibilities kept you awake. You made your way towards the security room to return the screwdriver you had borrowed. The screws in your window had seemed loose enough to open from the outside, and you didn't feel safe leaving it that way. The guard had mentioned the urgency of needing his screwdriver back, so even though it was late, you wanted to return it.
The cool night air brushed against your skin as you walked through the quiet corridor. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the path, guiding your steps. Suddenly, a rough yank startled you, followed by a loud noise and the flash of a flashlight. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were pulled swiftly into the storage room.
Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Once the guard had walked past, the hand was removed, and you were able to look at the person who had pulled you inside.
"Jungkook?" you said, recognizing him. Your surprise turned to relief.
"Sorry, Y/n," he whispered urgently, quickly putting a finger to his lips to signal for you to stay quiet. "The guard confiscated the ball the boys were playing with, and I promised I'd get it back for them. I would have gotten caught if he saw you here now."
You raised an eyebrow, still processing the situation. "So, you were just trying to help the kids? I thought something serious was going on."
Jungkook gave a sheepish grin. "Well, it turned out to be a bit of a misadventure, but yeah, I just didn't want to disappoint them."
You chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease. "Well, thanks for the save. I appreciate you looking out for me, even if it was a bit dramatic."
Then the silence took over. His long finger was still resting on your lips, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. The tension lingered in the small, dimly lit room, with only the sound of your breaths breaking the quiet.
The proximity felt charged, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. Jungkook's gaze held yours, and you could see the concern and warmth in his eyes, adding to the intensity of the moment. The room felt smaller, and the space between you seemed to vibrate with an unspoken connection.
Soon enough, his eyes shifted towards your lips, and he leaned in closer. You swallowed hard, but found yourself moving closer as well, your feelings for him making the moment irresistible. Before you even realized it, his fingers had moved from your lips to your cheeks, gently cradling your face.
His lips touched yours softly at first, sending a flutter of emotions through you. The kiss was tender and sweet, a mix of relief, affection, and something deeper. In the dim light of the storage room, with the world outside fading away, it was as if time had stopped, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the connection you shared.
But then reality came crashing down. The chaos of your life replayed through your mind: your sister's situation, your father's death, the ongoing case. The weight of it all hit you with a jolt. You couldn't drag Jungkook into this mess.
You pulled back gently, your heart heavy with the realization that you couldn't let your personal feelings complicate his life further. He deserved better than to be entangled in your turmoil. The stress and uncertainty surrounding you were overwhelming enough, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his burden or risk ruining his life with the complications of a relationship.
"I'm sorry," you said softly, taking a step back. "This... this isn't right. With everything going on, I can't be fair to you."
"Hey, calm down. We could t- Dammit," Jungkook started, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. You could see the hurt in his eyes, but there was understanding there too.
You shook your head, fighting back the tears. "Jungkook, you don't deserve to be caught up in this. I can't let my problems affect you. I need to focus on sorting everything."
You hesitated, unsure if he would fully grasp the gravity of what you were saying. You hadn't shared the full extent of your struggles with him, and the weight of your issues seemed too heavy to explain in this moment.
Jungkook's voice softened with genuine concern and warmth. "Yes, I understand why you said you couldn't,I really do. I want you to know that you are strong—strong enough to face all the chaos. I want you to believe in yourself."
His words resonated deeply, and a fresh wave of emotion surged through you. You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes."I am leaving tomorow" Before you could respond, he continued, "And I'll always wait for you."
As Jungkook started walking towards the door, you felt a sudden surge of emotion. Without thinking, you stepped up, grasped his wrist gently, and pulled him into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, a brief escape from all the chaos you were facing.
When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes, conveying all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up. With a deep breath, you leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was a silent understanding, a moment of connection that spoke volumes beyond words.
Jungkook's eyes met yours, reflecting the same mixture of emotions. The kiss was tender, filled with the promise of support and the acknowledgment of the challenges ahead. As you parted, you both knew that while this might be a goodbye for now, the bond you shared was strong and true.
With a final, soft smile, he nodded, giving you a look of reassurance before stepping out the door. As it closed behind him, you stood there, feeling a bittersweet sense of closure and a renewed strength to face the difficulties that lay ahead.
"Unnie, please, let's gooo," June pleaded yet again, wanting to introduce you to her new friend.
"You know I have work today," you replied, though that wasn't the real reason. Kai had called regarding the payment, it was due tomorrow and it was far beyond your budget. You needed to find another way to handle the legal fees.
June pouted, looking disappointed. "Just for a little while? Please?"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your responsibilities. "I really can't today, June. Maybe tomorrow?"
June's face fell, but she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, tomorrow then," she said softly, turning to leave.
As she walked away, you felt a pang of guilt. You wished you could give her the carefree childhood she deserved, but the reality of your situation was far too demanding.
It was almost evening, and despite your best efforts to find a solution, nothing had worked. You had no other option but to call Kai and ask if it was possible to send half the amount first. Each ring made your heart beat louder, fear gripping you at the thought of him rejecting your request.
"Goo—" you started, but he interrupted you once again.
"Well, good. I got the message that I could expect the fund mail tomorrow. I'll work harder on your case," he said brusquely, and before you could respond, he ended the call.
You stared at your phone, the weight of his words sinking in. He got a message saying he had money being mailed—in your name? But you hadn't sent the money yet. How was that possible? Who would do that for you?
Confusion and a flicker of hope mixed in your mind. You wracked your brain, trying to think of anyone who might have helped. The only person who came to mind was Jungkook. But he doesn't know about this.Then who?.
Who ever it was you were thankful,But who would it be?.
The next day, as you had promised, you accompanied your sister to meet the girls she had talked about. They were sweet and welcoming, immediately making you and June feel at ease.
June introduced you to her new friends with enthusiasm. "This is my unnie, Y/n," she said proudly.
The girls greeted you warmly, and one of them, a cheerful girl named Mia, said, "We've heard a lot about you. June says you're the best sister ever."
You smiled, touched by June's words. "Thank you, Mia. You all seem like wonderful friends."
As the girls chatted and played, you observed their interactions, relieved to see June so happy and carefree. It was a stark contrast to the tension and stress you had been dealing with lately.
You struck up a conversation with one of the other parents, a kind woman named Mrs. Park, who was supervising the group. She shared stories about the neighborhood and offered tips on local job opportunities, adding to your growing sense of community and support.
Later, as you watched June laugh and play with her new friends, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things would get better. Maybe, with the help of kind people like Jungkook and the welcoming neighbors, you could find a way through this difficult time. For now, seeing June happy was enough to keep you going.
"Unnie, please, let's gooo," June pleaded yet again, wanting to introduce you to her new friend.
"You know I have work today," you replied, though that wasn't the real reason. Kai had called regarding the payment, it was due tomorrow and it was far beyond your budget. You needed to find another way to handle the legal fees.
June pouted, looking disappointed. "Just for a little while? Please?"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your responsibilities. "I really can't today, June. Maybe tomorrow?"
June's face fell, but she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, tomorrow then," she said softly, turning to leave.
As she walked away, you felt a pang of guilt. You wished you could give her the carefree childhood she deserved, but the reality of your situation was far too demanding.
It was almost evening, and despite your best efforts to find a solution, nothing had worked. You had no other option but to call Kai and ask if it was possible to send half the amount first. Each ring made your heart beat louder, fear gripping you at the thought of him rejecting your request.
"Goo—" you started, but he interrupted you once again.
"Well, good. I got the message that I could expect the fund mail tomorrow. I'll work harder on your case," he said brusquely, and before you could respond, he ended the call.
You stared at your phone, the weight of his words sinking in. He got a message saying he had money being mailed—in your name? But you hadn't sent the money yet. How was that possible? Who would do that for you?
Confusion and a flicker of hope mixed in your mind. You wracked your brain, trying to think of anyone who might have helped. The only person who came to mind was Jungkook. But he doesn't know about this.Then who?.
Who ever it was you were thankful,But who would it be?.
The next day, as you had promised, you accompanied your sister to meet the girls she had talked about. They were sweet and welcoming, immediately making you and June feel at ease.
June introduced you to her new friends with enthusiasm. "This is my unnie, Y/n," she said proudly.
The girls greeted you warmly, and one of them, a cheerful girl named Mia, said, "We've heard a lot about you. June says you're the best sister ever."
You smiled, touched by June's words. "Thank you, Mia. You all seem like wonderful friends."
As the girls chatted and played, you observed their interactions, relieved to see June so happy and carefree. It was a stark contrast to the tension and stress you had been dealing with lately.
You struck up a conversation with one of the other parents, a kind woman named Mrs. Park, who was supervising the group. She shared stories about the neighborhood and offered tips on local job opportunities, adding to your growing sense of community and support.
Later, as you watched June laugh and play with her new friends, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things would get better. Maybe, with the help of kind people like Jungkook and the welcoming neighbors, you could find a way through this difficult time. For now, seeing June happy was enough to keep you going.
It was night, and almost the whole neighborhood was asleep, including your sister. But responsibilities kept you awake. You made your way towards the security room to return the screwdriver you had borrowed. The screws in your window had seemed loose enough to open from the outside, and you didn't feel safe leaving it that way. The guard had mentioned the urgency of needing his screwdriver back, so even though it was late, you wanted to return it.
The cool night air brushed against your skin as you walked through the quiet corridor. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the path, guiding your steps. Suddenly, a rough yank startled you, followed by a loud noise and the flash of a flashlight. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were pulled swiftly into the storage room.
Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Once the guard had walked past, the hand was removed, and you were able to look at the person who had pulled you inside.
"Jungkook?" you said, recognizing him. Your surprise turned to relief.
"Sorry, Y/n," he whispered urgently, quickly putting a finger to his lips to signal for you to stay quiet. "The guard confiscated the ball the boys were playing with, and I promised I'd get it back for them. I would have gotten caught if he saw you here now."
You raised an eyebrow, still processing the situation. "So, you were just trying to help the kids? I thought something serious was going on."
Jungkook gave a sheepish grin. "Well, it turned out to be a bit of a misadventure, but yeah, I just didn't want to disappoint them."
You chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease. "Well, thanks for the save. I appreciate you looking out for me, even if it was a bit dramatic."
Then the silence took over. His long finger was still resting on your lips, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. The tension lingered in the small, dimly lit room, with only the sound of your breaths breaking the quiet.
The proximity felt charged, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. Jungkook's gaze held yours, and you could see the concern and warmth in his eyes, adding to the intensity of the moment. The room felt smaller, and the space between you seemed to vibrate with an unspoken connection.
Soon enough, his eyes shifted towards your lips, and he leaned in closer. You swallowed hard, but found yourself moving closer as well, your feelings for him making the moment irresistible. Before you even realized it, his fingers had moved from your lips to your cheeks, gently cradling your face.
His lips touched yours softly at first, sending a flutter of emotions through you. The kiss was tender and sweet, a mix of relief, affection, and something deeper. In the dim light of the storage room, with the world outside fading away, it was as if time had stopped, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the connection you shared.
But then reality came crashing down. The chaos of your life replayed through your mind: your sister's situation, your father's death, the ongoing case. The weight of it all hit you with a jolt. You couldn't drag Jungkook into this mess.
You pulled back gently, your heart heavy with the realization that you couldn't let your personal feelings complicate his life further. He deserved better than to be entangled in your turmoil. The stress and uncertainty surrounding you were overwhelming enough, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his burden or risk ruining his life with the complications of a relationship.
"I'm sorry," you said softly, taking a step back. "This... this isn't right. With everything going on, I can't be fair to you."
"Hey, calm down. We could t- Dammit," Jungkook started, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. You could see the hurt in his eyes, but there was understanding there too.
You shook your head, fighting back the tears. "Jungkook, you don't deserve to be caught up in this. I can't let my problems affect you. I need to focus on sorting everything."
You hesitated, unsure if he would fully grasp the gravity of what you were saying. You hadn't shared the full extent of your struggles with him, and the weight of your issues seemed too heavy to explain in this moment.
Jungkook's voice softened with genuine concern and warmth. "Yes, I understand why you said you couldn't,I really do. I want you to know that you are strong—strong enough to face all the chaos. I want you to believe in yourself."
His words resonated deeply, and a fresh wave of emotion surged through you. You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes."I am leaving tomorow" Before you could respond, he continued, "And I'll always wait for you."
As Jungkook started walking towards the door, you felt a sudden surge of emotion. Without thinking, you stepped up, grasped his wrist gently, and pulled him into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, a brief escape from all the chaos you were facing.
When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes, conveying all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up. With a deep breath, you leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was a silent understanding, a moment of connection that spoke volumes beyond words.
Jungkook's eyes met yours, reflecting the same mixture of emotions. The kiss was tender, filled with the promise of support and the acknowledgment of the challenges ahead. As you parted, you both knew that while this might be a goodbye for now, the bond you shared was strong and true.
With a final, soft smile, he nodded, giving you a look of reassurance before stepping out the door. As it closed behind him, you stood there, feeling a bittersweet sense of closure and a renewed strength to face the difficulties that lay ahead.
"Unnie, please, let's gooo," June pleaded yet again, wanting to introduce you to her new friend.
"You know I have work today," you replied, though that wasn't the real reason. Kai had called regarding the payment, it was due tomorrow and it was far beyond your budget. You needed to find another way to handle the legal fees.
June pouted, looking disappointed. "Just for a little while? Please?"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your responsibilities. "I really can't today, June. Maybe tomorrow?"
June's face fell, but she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, tomorrow then," she said softly, turning to leave.
As she walked away, you felt a pang of guilt. You wished you could give her the carefree childhood she deserved, but the reality of your situation was far too demanding.
It was almost evening, and despite your best efforts to find a solution, nothing had worked. You had no other option but to call Kai and ask if it was possible to send half the amount first. Each ring made your heart beat louder, fear gripping you at the thought of him rejecting your request.
"Goo—" you started, but he interrupted you once again.
"Well, good. I got the message that I could expect the fund mail tomorrow. I'll work harder on your case," he said brusquely, and before you could respond, he ended the call.
You stared at your phone, the weight of his words sinking in. He got a message saying he had money being mailed—in your name? But you hadn't sent the money yet. How was that possible? Who would do that for you?
Confusion and a flicker of hope mixed in your mind. You wracked your brain, trying to think of anyone who might have helped. The only person who came to mind was Jungkook. But he doesn't know about this.Then who?.
Who ever it was you were thankful,But who would it be?.
The next day, as you had promised, you accompanied your sister to meet the girls she had talked about. They were sweet and welcoming, immediately making you and June feel at ease.
June introduced you to her new friends with enthusiasm. "This is my unnie, Y/n," she said proudly.
The girls greeted you warmly, and one of them, a cheerful girl named Mia, said, "We've heard a lot about you. June says you're the best sister ever."
You smiled, touched by June's words. "Thank you, Mia. You all seem like wonderful friends."
As the girls chatted and played, you observed their interactions, relieved to see June so happy and carefree. It was a stark contrast to the tension and stress you had been dealing with lately.
You struck up a conversation with one of the other parents, a kind woman named Mrs. Park, who was supervising the group. She shared stories about the neighborhood and offered tips on local job opportunities, adding to your growing sense of community and support.
Later, as you watched June laugh and play with her new friends, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things would get better. Maybe, with the help of kind people like Jungkook and the welcoming neighbors, you could find a way through this difficult time. For now, seeing June happy was enough to keep you going.
It was night, and almost the whole neighborhood was asleep, including your sister. But responsibilities kept you awake. You made your way towards the security room to return the screwdriver you had borrowed. The screws in your window had seemed loose enough to open from the outside, and you didn't feel safe leaving it that way. The guard had mentioned the urgency of needing his screwdriver back, so even though it was late, you wanted to return it.
The cool night air brushed against your skin as you walked through the quiet corridor. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the path, guiding your steps. Suddenly, a rough yank startled you, followed by a loud noise and the flash of a flashlight. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were pulled swiftly into the storage room.
Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Once the guard had walked past, the hand was removed, and you were able to look at the person who had pulled you inside.
"Jungkook?" you said, recognizing him. Your surprise turned to relief.
"Sorry, Y/n," he whispered urgently, quickly putting a finger to his lips to signal for you to stay quiet. "The guard confiscated the ball the boys were playing with, and I promised I'd get it back for them. I would have gotten caught if he saw you here now."
You raised an eyebrow, still processing the situation. "So, you were just trying to help the kids? I thought something serious was going on."
Jungkook gave a sheepish grin. "Well, it turned out to be a bit of a misadventure, but yeah, I just didn't want to disappoint them."
You chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease. "Well, thanks for the save. I appreciate you looking out for me, even if it was a bit dramatic."
Then the silence took over. His long finger was still resting on your lips, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. The tension lingered in the small, dimly lit room, with only the sound of your breaths breaking the quiet.
The proximity felt charged, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. Jungkook's gaze held yours, and you could see the concern and warmth in his eyes, adding to the intensity of the moment. The room felt smaller, and the space between you seemed to vibrate with an unspoken connection.
Soon enough, his eyes shifted towards your lips, and he leaned in closer. You swallowed hard, but found yourself moving closer as well, your feelings for him making the moment irresistible. Before you even realized it, his fingers had moved from your lips to your cheeks, gently cradling your face.
His lips touched yours softly at first, sending a flutter of emotions through you. The kiss was tender and sweet, a mix of relief, affection, and something deeper. In the dim light of the storage room, with the world outside fading away, it was as if time had stopped, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the connection you shared.
But then reality came crashing down. The chaos of your life replayed through your mind: your sister's situation, your father's death, the ongoing case. The weight of it all hit you with a jolt. You couldn't drag Jungkook into this mess.
You pulled back gently, your heart heavy with the realization that you couldn't let your personal feelings complicate his life further. He deserved better than to be entangled in your turmoil. The stress and uncertainty surrounding you were overwhelming enough, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his burden or risk ruining his life with the complications of a relationship.
"I'm sorry," you said softly, taking a step back. "This... this isn't right. With everything going on, I can't be fair to you."
"Hey, calm down. We could t- Dammit," Jungkook started, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. You could see the hurt in his eyes, but there was understanding there too.
You shook your head, fighting back the tears. "Jungkook, you don't deserve to be caught up in this. I can't let my problems affect you. I need to focus on sorting everything."
You hesitated, unsure if he would fully grasp the gravity of what you were saying. You hadn't shared the full extent of your struggles with him, and the weight of your issues seemed too heavy to explain in this moment.
Jungkook's voice softened with genuine concern and warmth. "Yes, I understand why you said you couldn't,I really do. I want you to know that you are strong—strong enough to face all the chaos. I want you to believe in yourself."
His words resonated deeply, and a fresh wave of emotion surged through you. You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes."I am leaving tomorow" Before you could respond, he continued, "And I'll always wait for you."
As Jungkook started walking towards the door, you felt a sudden surge of emotion. Without thinking, you stepped up, grasped his wrist gently, and pulled him into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, a brief escape from all the chaos you were facing.
When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes, conveying all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up. With a deep breath, you leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was a silent understanding, a moment of connection that spoke volumes beyond words.
Jungkook's eyes met yours, reflecting the same mixture of emotions. The kiss was tender, filled with the promise of support and the acknowledgment of the challenges ahead. As you parted, you both knew that while this might be a goodbye for now, the bond you shared was strong and true.
With a final, soft smile, he nodded, giving you a look of reassurance before stepping out the door. As it closed behind him, you stood there, feeling a bittersweet sense of closure and a renewed strength to face the difficultie
It was night, and almost the whole neighborhood was asleep, including your sister. But responsibilities kept you awake. You made your way towards the security room to return the screwdriver you had borrowed. The screws in your window had seemed loose enough to open from the outside, and you didn't feel safe leaving it that way. The guard had mentioned the urgency of needing his screwdriver back, so even though it was late, you wanted to return it.
The cool night air brushed against your skin as you walked through the quiet corridor. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the path, guiding your steps. Suddenly, a rough yank startled you, followed by a loud noise and the flash of a flashlight. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were pulled swiftly into the storage room.
Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Once the guard had walked past, the hand was removed, and you were able to look at the person who had pulled you inside.
"Jungkook?" you said, recognizing him. Your surprise turned to relief.
"Sorry, Y/n," he whispered urgently, quickly putting a finger to his lips to signal for you to stay quiet. "The guard confiscated the ball the boys were playing with, and I promised I'd get it back for them. I would have gotten caught if he saw you here now."
You raised an eyebrow, still processing the situation. "So, you were just trying to help the kids? I thought something serious was going on."
Jungkook gave a sheepish grin. "Well, it turned out to be a bit of a misadventure, but yeah, I just didn't want to disappoint them."
You chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease. "Well, thanks for the save. I appreciate you looking out for me, even if it was a bit dramatic."
Then the silence took over. His long finger was still resting on your lips, and you found yourself staring into his eyes. The tension lingered in the small, dimly lit room, with only the sound of your breaths breaking the quiet.
The proximity felt charged, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. Jungkook's gaze held yours, and you could see the concern and warmth in his eyes, adding to the intensity of the moment. The room felt smaller, and the space between you seemed to vibrate with an unspoken connection.
Soon enough, his eyes shifted towards your lips, and he leaned in closer. You swallowed hard, but found yourself moving closer as well, your feelings for him making the moment irresistible. Before you even realized it, his fingers had moved from your lips to your cheeks, gently cradling your face.
His lips touched yours softly at first, sending a flutter of emotions through you. The kiss was tender and sweet, a mix of relief, affection, and something deeper. In the dim light of the storage room, with the world outside fading away, it was as if time had stopped, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the connection you shared.
But then reality came crashing down. The chaos of your life replayed through your mind: your sister's situation, your father's death, the ongoing case. The weight of it all hit you with a jolt. You couldn't drag Jungkook into this mess.
You pulled back gently, your heart heavy with the realization that you couldn't let your personal feelings complicate his life further. He deserved better than to be entangled in your turmoil. The stress and uncertainty surrounding you were overwhelming enough, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his burden or risk ruining his life with the complications of a relationship.
"I'm sorry," you said softly, taking a step back. "This... this isn't right. With everything going on, I can't be fair to you."
"Hey, calm down. We could t- Dammit," Jungkook started, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. You could see the hurt in his eyes, but there was understanding there too.
You shook your head, fighting back the tears. "Jungkook, you don't deserve to be caught up in this. I can't let my problems affect you. I need to focus on sorting everything."
You hesitated, unsure if he would fully grasp the gravity of what you were saying. You hadn't shared the full extent of your struggles with him, and the weight of your issues seemed too heavy to explain in this moment.
Jungkook's voice softened with genuine concern and warmth. "Yes, I understand why you said you couldn't,I really do. I want you to know that you are strong—strong enough to face all the chaos. I want you to believe in yourself."
His words resonated deeply, and a fresh wave of emotion surged through you. You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes."I am leaving tomorow" Before you could respond, he continued, "And I'll always wait for you."
As Jungkook started walking towards the door, you felt a sudden surge of emotion. Without thinking, you stepped up, grasped his wrist gently, and pulled him into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, a brief escape from all the chaos you were facing.
When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes, conveying all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up. With a deep breath, you leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was a silent understanding, a moment of connection that spoke volumes beyond words.
Jungkook's eyes met yours, reflecting the same mixture of emotions. The kiss was tender, filled with the promise of support and the acknowledgment of the challenges ahead. As you parted, you both knew that while this might be a goodbye for now, the bond you shared was strong and true.
With a final, soft smile, he nodded, giving you a look of reassurance before stepping out the door. As it closed behind him, you stood there, feeling a bittersweet sense of closure and a renewed strength to face the difficulties that lay ahead.
The tension and stress of the situation were taking a visible toll on you. The cruelty of your relatives, combined with the emotional strain of Jungkook's departure, had left you feeling overwhelmed. Each day seemed to bring new challenges, and the burden of it all was etched deeply on your face.
Your relatives' tactics grew increasingly ruthless, and you found yourself on the brink of revealing the entire truth to your sister. The thought of burdening her with the harsh reality was almost too much to bear, but the weight of the situation was becoming unbearable. The stress was consuming you, and it was clear to anyone who looked at you.
Despite the silent understanding between you and Jungkook, his absence left a palpable void. He had been a source of unexpected comfort and support, offering kindness and a listening ear even when he didn't know the full extent of your struggles. His departure felt like losing a crucial pillar of strength at a time when you needed it most.
June's keen observation didn't escape you. "You seem moody,".
You forced a smile, trying to divert the conversation. "No, it's nothing. How is your story going? What's the title anyway?"
June looked thoughtful for a moment. "The title is... hmm, I don't know yet. The story has been a bit sad lately, but I'm hoping it catches up soon."
"You don't have a title yet?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "And honestly, I think readers generally prefer happy endings over sad ones."
June looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I'm still working on it. I'm not sure where the story is going just yet,I hope it's a happy ending too."
It had been almost over a month since Jungkook had left, and you were slowly starting to regain a semblance of control over the chaos in your life. The stress had not completely faded, but you were managing better.
Recently, your relatives seemed to be entangled in another case, which was proving to be a distraction for them. You couldn't help but wish for their karma to catch up with them. It was a small consolation amidst the ongoing turmoil.
You spent your days working on practical matters and trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for June. The weight of your struggles was still present, but you were determined to find a way through it all, hoping that in time, things would settle and bring the peace you desperately needed.
Kai had called early this morning with some unexpected yet hopeful news. The judge had come to realize that the case your relatives were entangled in was a major drug case. This development gave you a significant upper hand in your own legal battle. It seemed like you might finally reach your goal.
However, to be absolutely certain and to officially conclude this chaotic chapter, you needed a direct mail from the court confirming the situation. Until then, you couldn't let yourself fully believe it was over.
You could almost feel the weight lifting off your shoulders as you processed Kai's words. Finally, there was a glimmer of hope. You could almost see the end of this long, dark tunnel.
By the evening, the time when the mail was usually delivered, you found yourself waiting anxiously by the door.Every sound made your heart skip a beat, hoping it was the mailman. When the mail finally arrived, you rushed outside, almost tripping over your own feet in your haste.
The mailman handed you two letters. Giving him a polite smile, you took the letters and headed back inside your room. One was a court addressed letter and the other was.......Jungkook's
Picking up the letter addressed by Jungkook. Your breath caught in your throat as you carefully opened the envelope. Inside, you found a handwritten letter, the familiar script bringing a smile to your face. Taking a deep breath, you began to read.
My dear Y/n,
I hope this letter finds you well, and that things are starting to look up for you. I was really dumb enough to not get your phone number. So I couldn't keep myself from writing to you, from pouring out everything I've been holding inside. There's so much you don't know about me, and I want to let you know.
When I was ten, my father left us. I never knew why—maybe there was another woman waiting for him. My mom and I were left with nothing. For a few months, she tried to play the perfect mother, but the weight of her own pain eventually took over. She turned to drinking, and by the time I was thirteen, she was addicted to drugs. Our money disappeared into her habit, and I had to fend for myself. Public schools were my lifeline; they gave me food and a semblance of normalcy.
A month after I turned fifteen was the worst day of my life. I remember walking home from school, the air thick with a smell I could never forget. When I opened the door to our trailer, I saw my mom lying on the couch, white powder covering her face, her eyes lifeless. I knew she was gone, and while I expected it, the finality still crushed me. That night, the police officers took me to the orphanage, selling our trailer for a few bucks. I had never experienced a normal teenage life.
The orphanage became my refuge, but to avoid being a burden, I started working as a delivery man when I was seventeen. That's when I met you and your mom. You probably don't remember me.(I was working during your school hours).I was delivering business packages to your house almost every week . Your mother was so kind; she trusted me enough to let me into your home. I remember when you were fifteen and sick. She trusted me to buy your medicine. I was already falling for you back then. I saw how much she loved you, how proud she was. I saw you with your friends, your ponytail swaying, and it made me happy. I liked you so much, but I never made a move. I didn't think I should, not then.
When your mother passed away, I was grieving too. I stayed around, not because of my job but because I wanted to make sure you were okay. I continued delivering packages just to stay close, even though it meant seeing less of you. When I heard about your father's abuse, I wanted to intervene, but it wasn't my place. I knew you didn't want your sister to know about your struggles, to see the mess your father was creating.
Your relatives' dirty tricks were a blow. But when you moved into my neighborhood, I felt a glimmer of hope. I had quit my delivery job by then, and seeing you again, getting to know you, was a blessing. I loved hearing you open up, sharing parts of yourself you'd never shared before. I knew why you tried to push me away after our kiss. I understood. I was happy, so incredibly happy, to have the girl I'd admired for so long.
I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I wasn't trying to hide the fact I knew you. I wanted to be honest, to let you know how deeply I care for you. I love you, Y/n. Even if it takes years for you to come back to me, I'll wait for you—forever. I want you to be okay, to overcome all the chaos you're facing. If my absence can help you find peace, I'll bear it gladly.Right now, I'm focusing on college classes. I want to become a better man for you, someone who can support you fully.I love you Y/n.
With love
Jungkook
As you finished reading Jungkook's letter, tears rolled down your cheeks. His words were a soothing balm to your troubled heart. His deep feelings, honesty, and support made you feel incredibly grateful and loved. Knowing he had been quietly by your side through everything gave you both comfort and sadness.
It was clear, it was indeed him who had helped you with the fee you owed to Kai
You folded the letter carefully and held it close. His love and promise of patience gave you renewed strength. Even though you still faced challenges, you knew you weren't alone. With Jungkook's words in your heart, you felt ready to face the future with courage, knowing his love would guide you through the tough times.
With trembling hands, you opened the court-addressed letter. As you read the contents, your eyes widened, and a smile spread across your face. They had finally granted you the rights to your father's property, released your bank account, and, most importantly, you had gained full custody of your sister.
Tears of relief and joy welled up in your eyes. The weight of the past few months seemed to lift off your shoulders in an instant. The constant stress, the sleepless nights, and the fear of losing June—all of it felt worth it now. You could finally return to Jungkook. It was time to reconnect and let his unwavering support guide you both forward.
You were still sitting there, clutching Jungkook's letter to your heart, tears streaming down your face. Before you knew it, someone wrapped their arms around you. You immediately recognized June, her embrace warm and comforting. You returned her hug, sobbing your heart out, feeling a profound sense of relief and love as you clung to her.
"Why don't we start spending Dad's money and go on a trip to wherever this letter came from?" June suggested, hugging you tight.
You understood that June must have seen the bank statement from the court letter and was excited about the possibilities. You believed she wouldn't grasp the full extent of letters content, as you the had never shared those details with her.
Soon enough, you saw that the letter was sent from Busan—Jungkook's birthplace. As you stepped off the bus with your sister, your heart raced with hope. Finding his address was your only goal now. The bustling streets of Busan were unfamiliar, but you were determined to track him down and reconnect.
You and June made your way to the local post office, hoping it could help you find Jungkook's address. The office was busy, with people coming and going, but you approached the counter with a hopeful smile.
"Excuse me," you began, "I'm looking for someone who sent a letter from here. The sender's name is Jungkook, and I have his address on the envelope."
The postal worker glanced at you sympathetically before pulling out a large directory of addresses. After a few moments of searching, she looked up and handed you a small slip of paper with the address scribbled on it."Thank you very much"
After one more bus ride you were here at the said place.finally making out the right building,you stepped towards there.a modest, welcoming structure with a sign that read "Han Apartments." Your heart pounded with excitement and nervousness as you approached the entrance.
"Excuse me, could you tell me which flat number Jeon Jungkook lives in?" you asked the guard who had been sitting at the desk in the lobby.
The guard looked up from his newspaper, adjusting his glasses. "Jeon Jungkook? Let me check." He flipped through a small ledger on his desk. "Ah, yes. He's in apartment 302, on the third floor."
"Thank you so much," you said, relief flooding through you.
With a nod, the guard returned to his newspaper as you and June made your way to the stairs. The walk up seemed to take forever, but finally, the doors opened on the third floor. You walked down the hallway to apartment 302, your heart pounding with anticipation.
You stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
The door swung open to reveal a young man with a puzzled expression. "Umm, who are you?" he asked.
You glanced at the door number once more to confirm and said. "Does Jungkook live here?"
The young man's eyes widened. "What?! Oh my god, are you his girlfriend? Is this Jungkook's kid?" He pointed at June.
WHA—
That was hectic, but Taehyung who later introduced himself had informed you that Jungkook was currently at his college.
As you arrived at Jungkook's college, you were struck by its beauty. The campus was lush with greenery, the buildings elegant and modern, and the overall atmosphere vibrant and welcoming.
You took in the serene surroundings as you walked through the open courtyards and pathways, each step bringing you closer to where Jungkook was studying. The college had a charming blend of old-world charm and contemporary design, with students chatting and laughing, adding to the lively ambiance.
You could feel the stares as you waled through the pathway.Seeing Jungkook sitting with a book in his hand,your heart started beating really fast.
You could feel the stares as you walked through the pathway, your nerves jangling with each step. When you finally spotted Jungkook sitting at a bench, absorbed in a book, your heart started beating rapidly.
He looked up, sensing someone approaching, and his eyes widened in surprise as they met yours. The world seemed to slow down for a moment, the surrounding noise fading into the background. Jungkook's expression shifted from confusion to sheer joy as he took in the sight of you standing there, the sunlight casting a warm glow around you.
With a rush of emotion, you approached him, your steps quickening. Jungkook stood up, his book falling to the ground as he rushed towards you. As you reached him, you both embraced tightly, the months of separation melting away in that single, heartfelt hug. The warmth of his body against yours and the relief of finally being together again was overwhelming.
"I love you too, very much," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. The words felt both freeing and profound, as if they were lifting a weight off your shoulders.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of relief and affection. His hands cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. With a soft smile, he whispered, "I love you too, very much."
In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. His lips met yours with a tender, lingering kiss, full of warmth and promise. It started gently, a delicate touch that deepened with the intensity of your emotions. The kiss was both soothing and electrifying, conveying all the love and longing that words could not fully express. You melted into his embrace, feeling the connection between you grow even stronger as the world around you disappeared, leaving just the two of you in a perfect, intimate moment.
But Jungkook, quickly remembering your earlier troubles, pulled back slightly and asked, "Y/n, your relatives—are they still causing problems?"
You took a deep breath smiling, feeling the weight of the past few months lift slightly. "They were, but everything's sorted now. The court's ruled in my favor, and we don't have to worry about them anymore."
Jungkook's face showed a mix of relief and concern. "I'm so glad to hear that. I was worried about you."
You smiled, appreciating his concern. "Thank you, Jungkook. I couldn't have made it through without your support."
He took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm just happy you're here, and that we can start fresh together."
"I never would have thought you were my mom's favorite delivery boy". You said,with sparkling eyes.
Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across his face. "Wait, really? Your mom used to talk about me?"
You nodded, your eyes sparkling with both nostalgia and joy. "Yes, she always mentioned how reliable you were and how you went out of your way to help us. I didn't realize how much she trusted you until now,"
Jungkook's face softened, a tender look in his eyes as he reached out to touch your cheek. "I had no idea. It means so much to me that she felt that way. I always wanted to be someone you could count on."
You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth and sincerity of his words. "You were, Jungkook. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't realize it."
His gaze deepened, filled with affection and a hint of vulnerability. "I've loved you for a long time, Y/n. Watching you grow and go through everything... I wanted to be there for you in every way possible. I still do."
Your heart swelled with emotion, and you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I love you too, Jungkook. More than words can say. You've been my anchor through all the chaos. I can't imagine my life without you."
He held you tightly, his arms encircling you with a sense of protection and love. "We've been through so much, but we're stronger for it. I promi-,.
Jungkook and you pulled away from your embrace, your surprise at June's enthusiastic announcement breaking the moment.
"Guys, my story just hit 6k views!" June practically shouted, her face glowing with excitement as she showed you both her phone screen.
You and Jungkook exchanged a puzzled glance as you read the details on the screen. "Jungkook was the main lead?" you asked, bewildered.
June's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride. "O-oh, yeah. It was your story, Unnie. At first, it was just about your journey. I knew everything you went through, including the custody case. I knew you wouldn't want me to worry, so I kept quite. But then Jungkook oppa came in as the knight in shining armor and brought a smile to my sister's face. So, I ended up writing your love story,𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝"
"You knew?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of surprise.
June nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I did. I saw how much you were going through, and I wanted to do something to help. I knew you were trying so hard to protect me and handle everything on your own. I just wanted to show how much I appreciate you both."
Jungkook squeezed your hand, his gaze soft and reassuring. "I'm grateful to her too. I never imagined that our story would touch so many people."
June looked between the two of you, a smile spreading across her face. "And it's not just about the views or the story. It's about how much you both mean to me. I wanted to capture the real moments, the love, and the support that you've shown each other."
You reached out and pulled June into a tight hug, feeling the warmth of her support. "Thank you, June. I had no idea you were writing this, but it means the world to me."
Jungkook joined the hug, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, June. For everything. For understanding, for supporting us, and for capturing our story so beautifully."
June's eyes sparkled with happiness as she hugged both of you. "I'm just glad you're happy and that everything worked out. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world."
In that moment, the three of you stood together, a family bound not just by blood but by shared experiences, love, and unwavering support. The future seemed bright and full of possibilities, with Jungkook's love, June's support, and your newfound strength guiding the way.
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