♡ Part ~ 10 ♡

Yoongi sat at his desk, flipping through a thick stack of files, his sharp eyes scanning the pages with practice ease. His office was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, adding to the cold, intimidating aura that always surrounded him.

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

"Come in," Yoongi said in his usual deep, detached voice, not bothering to look up from his work.

The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, walking toward the chair in front of his desk. Without hesitation, he sat down, resting his arms on the armrest as he watched his older brother.

"Hyung," the man finally spoke, his voice familiar.

At that, Yoongi looked up. His gaze softened—just a little—when he saw his younger brother sitting there. "Oh, Jungkook. What’s up?" he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.

"Hyung, I have something important to talk to you about," Jungkook said, his tone unusually serious.

Yoongi hummed, nodding as he returned his attention to the file in his hands. "Yeah, I’m listening."

Silence.

Yoongi waited, expecting Jungkook to continue, but when the younger remained quiet, he finally looked up again. Jungkook was sitting stiffly, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, his gaze fixed downward.

Yoongi frowned. "What happened? Jungkook, you said it was important—why aren’t you saying anything?"

Hearing the concern in his brother’s voice, Jungkook hesitated for only a second before looking up. "Hyung… it’s about Mom."

Yoongi immediately stiffened. His eyes, which had been calm a second ago, widened slightly as his grip on the file tightened. "What? What about her? Is she okay? Did something happen?" His voice, usually composed and cold, carried a rare edge of panic.

Jungkook quickly shook his head. "No, no. She’s fine… physically," he clarified. "But I don’t know about mentally."

Yoongi’s brows furrowed deeper. "What do you mean? Jungkook, explain properly."

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally speaking. "Hyung, she misses you—a lot. She’s been so worried about you these days. You barely come home, and she notices it. She’s been really sad because of it." His voice grew softer, laced with emotion. "She won’t say it out loud, but I can see it. She doesn’t eat properly, she barely smiles… It’s like something’s missing for her, and that something is you."

Yoongi felt something heavy settle in his chest.

He had been so caught up in work, in everything else, that he hadn’t even realized how much time had passed since he last visited home. The thought of his mother feeling lonely, waiting for him… it made his stomach twist with guilt.

"Okay," he finally said after a moment. His voice was quieter, less cold. "I’ll come home today. I’ll talk to her."

Jungkook’s face instantly brightened, relief washing over him. "Really? Thank you, hyung." He smiled—his signature bunny smile, the one that usually made it impossible for anyone to stay mad at him.

Yoongi exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair before sitting up straight. "By the way, Jungkook," he said, shifting back to his business tone, "we’re collaborating with the Kims. You have a photoshoot tomorrow with their son—Kim Taehyung, the famous model."

Jungkook raised a brow. "Oh? Him?"

"Yeah," Yoongi confirmed. "The shoot is at our company, so make sure you come early."

Jungkook nodded. "Alright, I’ll be ready. It should be interesting."

With that, he stood up, stretching slightly before giving Yoongi another smile. "I’ll see you at home, hyung."

Yoongi simply nodded, watching as his younger brother left the office.

Once the door clicked shut, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. His mother’s sad face flashed in his mind.

He had a lot to make up for.

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"Kookie, son, call your dad down for dinner while I set the table," Mrs. Min called out as she carefully placed the last dish down, the aroma of home-cooked food filling the warm, cozy dining room.

Jungkook, who was lounging on the couch with his phone, barely glanced up. "Okay, Mom." With that, he stretched lazily before heading upstairs to call his father.

Just as Mrs. Min was adjusting the plates, a sudden shriek escaped her lips. "Aahhh!"

Strong arms had lifted her off the ground in a bridal style, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

"Oh my God, you scared me!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest to steady her racing heartbeat.

A deep chuckle rumbled from the man holding her. "What happened, honey? Why are you screaming?"

Mr. Min came rushing down the stairs, his face filled with concern, only for his expression to shift into confusion when he saw the scene before him.

His wife, securely held in the arms of none other than their eldest son.

"Hey, why are you lifting my wife?" Mr. Min asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

At that moment, Jungkook also appeared, his brows furrowed in worry. "Mom, what hap—" But the sight before him made him stop mid-sentence. "Hyung?"

Yoongi smirked at his father’s reaction, tightening his grip slightly as he looked at him with raised brows. "Old man, she’s my mom. I can lift her if I want to."

"Yaah, Yoongi! Put me down this instant!" Mrs. Min scolded, lightly smacking his shoulder.

Yoongi chuckled but gently set her down. The moment her feet touched the floor, she pulled him into a tight embrace, holding onto him like she never wanted to let go.

Yoongi was about to tease her, but he suddenly felt something wet against his shoulder. His body tensed, and he quickly pulled back to see his mother’s face.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.

His heart clenched. "Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked softly, his hands cupping her face as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

Mrs. Min sniffled, shaking her head. "Nothing, sweetheart… I just missed you so much."

Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat before wrapping his arms around her again, hugging her even tighter. "I’m sorry, Mom. I know I haven't been a good son."

She immediately shook her head. "No, that’s not true. You’re the best son. I just… I wish you had more time for me."

"I know, Mom. I’ll try. I promise." He pulled back slightly, offering her a small, rare smile. "Now, please smile for me?"

Before she could respond, a dramatic voice interrupted them.

"Dad, I think Mom doesn’t love us anymore. She only loves Yoongi-hyung," Jungkook whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

"I know, son. It seems we don’t exist anymore." Mr. Min sighed, shaking his head as if in deep sorrow.

Mrs. Min rolled her eyes, finally smiling. "You brats, I love both of you equally!"

"Oh? So that means I’m the only one left out?" Mr. Min gasped, placing a hand over his chest in a mock hurt. "Look at this, Jungkook! No one loves me!"

Jungkook dramatically wiped his imaginary tears. "Like father, like son. I feel your pain, Dad."

Mrs. Min let out an exasperated sigh. "You two… I swear."

The family burst into laughter before finally sitting down for dinner.

As they ate, Mrs. Min stole glances at her eldest son, her heart feeling a little lighter now that he was here. No matter how much time passed, Yoongi would always be her baby boy.

What no one knew, however, was that outside these four walls, Yoongi was a completely different man.

To his family, he was the loving son and caring brother—warm, affectionate, and protective. But to the rest of the world, he was cold, ruthless… a devil in disguise.

His family didn’t know the truth.

They thought he was just handling the company. They didn’t know about the dark underworld he was involved in, the bloodstained hands he kept hidden from them. He had done everything in his power to keep them safe, to keep them away from the dangers of his real world.

And because of that, he barely had time for them.

But tonight, he had chosen to be here.

As the dinner came to an end, Mrs. Min hesitated before asking, "Are you staying tonight? Or will you leave after dinner?"

Her voice was hopeful, almost pleading.

Yoongi glanced at her before smiling softly. "I’m staying tonight, Mom. And I’ll sleep with you, too."

Mrs. Min’s eyes lit up, pure happiness washing over her face. But there was one person who looked utterly betrayed.

"What?! No, darling, please!" Mr. Min whined, turning to his wife with wide eyes. "You can’t do this to me!"

Mrs. Min rolled her eyes playfully. "Don’t be dramatic, honey. He’s my son. He can sleep with me. It’s been so long since I last cuddled with my baby." She practically squealed in excitement.

Mr. Min clutched his chest. "Betrayal! Pure betrayal!"

Jungkook laughed before placing a hand on his father’s shoulder. "It’s okay, Dad. You can sleep with me."

Mr. Min sighed dramatically. "See, son? Only you truly love me. This mother-son duo has betrayed us!"

Mrs. Min shook her head in disbelief. "You two are impossible."

Just then, Mr. Min and Jungkook suddenly bolted from the dining table, running toward the stairs as if escaping for their lives.

Mrs. Min could only watch in amusement before laughing. "Idiots."

That night, as Yoongi lay in bed with his mother, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—peace.

His mother’s arms wrapped around him, just like they used to when he was little. He used to cling to her all the time, refusing to let go even for a second.

Now, things were different. He had grown up. He had changed.

But as he felt his mother’s hand gently comb through his hair, as she kissed his forehead softly, he closed his eyes and let himself relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

For just one night, he allowed himself to be her little boy again.

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