Still With You ?

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His chest tightened, not from pain, but from a strange feeling of being cared for—something he didn’t know how to react to. Still, he obeyed. He didn’t want Jin or tae to worry. Not again

Jungkook tried to eat normally, though slowly. Jin noticed how Jungkook was forcing himself to eat even though he clearly didn’t want to. Jin sighed softly and said,

“Kook... if you don’t feel like eating, just drink some milk and take your medicine, hmm?”

Jungkook looked at Jin and nodded slightly. After that, he quietly gathered the dishes, walked to the sink, and began washing them.

“Sir, there’s no need to wash these — we’ll handle it,” one of the maids said politely.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook replied and continued washing them himself.

Meanwhile, Jin and Taehyung watched the whole scene unfold in silence. Jin’s heart felt heavy as he watched Jungkook’s quiet, mature gestures.

“He’s really so mature... is it because he lived by himself, all alone?” Jin thought to himself, the guilt tightening in his chest.

For the first time, Jin truly started to wonder how lonely Jungkook must have been all those years in Italy, with no one by his side except Kim.

Once Jungkook was done, he walked back to the living room with a glass of milk. He sat there, sipping it quietly while watching TV, the room dimly lit and peaceful.

After Jin and Taehyung finished their meal, Jin stood up and went to grab Jungkook’s medicine. While tae directly went to his room.

Jin walking over, he handed it to him gently.

“Kook,” Jin called softly as he held out the medicine.

Jungkook took it without a word and swallowed it with the last sip of his milk.

Just then, they heard Kim’s voice approaching. Jin’s expression darkened as he gritted his teeth the moment Kim entered the room.

Jungkook immediately stood up and bowed slightly, showing his usual polite respect, even if his heart wasn’t in it — it was something he had to do, just to avoid punishment.

Kim was on a call, barely sparing a glance at the boys. While still on the phone, he gestured to Jungkook, signaling him to come to his room. Jungkook nodded without a word.

After placing his empty glass in the sink, he quietly walked toward Kim’s room, disappearing behind the door.

Jin sat back on the sofa, his chest aching slightly as he watched Jungkook leave — that same quiet, polite, and distant look on his face.

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, the weight of it all slowly sinking in.

With Kim and Jungkook

Jungkook entered the room, his eyes falling on Kim, who sat on the couch like a king on his throne — cold, composed, and cruelly calm.

Jungkook bowed slightly and stood quietly in front of him, his posture stiff but obedient.

Kim lazily picked up his cigarette and lit it, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke into the air. Jungkook instinctively stepped back, his fists curling tightly at his sides, fighting the urge to react.

“Jungkook… tell me, who are you to me?” Kim asked, his voice sharp but eerily calm.

Jungkook looked straight ahead, his expression blank as he replied,
“A worker... or should I say, a slave.”

Kim let out a dry chuckle, clearly amused by the blunt answer.
“Correct. A slave — the one I don’t even need to pay. My blood.” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, swallowing the bitter lump forming in his throat.

Kim leaned back, locking eyes with him.

“Tell me... do you believe your hyungs?” he asked, watching Jungkook closely.

Jungkook met his gaze, his voice flat but firm. “I don’t. I assume they’re just like you.”

Even though deep down, he knew they weren’t — he couldn’t bring himself to trust them fully, not yet. His heart was still trapped between fear and hope.

Kim smirked, pleased by the answer.
“Exactly. They’re no different from me.” Then his tone darkened, laced with a cruel warning. “Don’t get close to them. I’m not telling you this for your safety — I’m telling you for theirs. Understand?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, forcing the word out between his teeth.
“Nae.”

Kim flicked the ash from his cigarette before finally getting to the point.
“Now, listen carefully. You’ve become so famous that half the city probably knows your name by now. So, behave. Smile in front of the cameras, act like the perfect son of Kim Yoonseong. I don’t care how dead you feel inside, or how cold you are in this house, but outside — you’ll be flawless.”

He paused for a moment before adding coldly, “I don’t want you making friends. Be polite, wear that mask. If you disobey... you already know what the consequences will be.” His voice was sharp, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Tomorrow, Jin will drop you at school. He’ll also instruct the staff about your security arrangements. So get used to it.” Kim said crushing the cigarette.

Jungkook lowered his head, his heart sinking as he listened to every word — like shackles tightening around his body. He had no choice. He couldn’t show his real self. He couldn’t breathe freely.

The world outside might see Kim Jungkook — the polite, perfect son. But inside, he was still just a puppet. A prisoner.

Like always.

Hey guys!!! I am back

I recovered days ago but got stuck in my personal problems....

I'll try to update daily likye again.

I am sorry for the break... I really had to take that...

Anyway leave your thoughts.

Pls do comment. I am feeling so demotivated and lost.

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