The Red String Of Fate | tk

Chapter 47: Vignette

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Third Person POV

His mother looked tired when she walked down the stairs, definitely sleeping and had to wake up because of him. Well it's not like he comes here often so she can make an exception and just...talk if she wants to. He's her son.

"Gukk." She says his name as soft as always. No matter how much he had drifted apart from his family, she never did.

"What brings you here in the middle of the night?" She asks. She never asks him this. She's always happy when he visits.

"So now you're going to complain I'm here when that's what you always ask of me? To be here?" Jeongguk replies. She shakes her head.

"You got me wrong. I was just---not expecting you at all. Let alone at this hour." She says and walks towards the couch and sits there, covers herself completely in the cardigan she's wearing.

"Why? It it because the last time I came at this hour was with the news of your husband?" Jeongguk says and his mother's eyes snap at him.

"Jeongguk." She says his name with a tired tone.

"He was my husband but he was your father too." She says.

"I don't think I need a reminder of that." Jeongguk mumbles.

"What makes you hate your own father so much?" Her voice holds a sad accusation.

Jeongguk feels her words like a slap on his face.

Hate? He never hated his father. Sure they had drifted apart when Jeongguk realized his childhood was sabotaged so he could be what he is now. What he wanted, never asked and taken into account.

He doesn't even remember having any dream or desire to pursue because he was molded to be a mafia boss right from the start so these things didn't have any place here.

Well except he kind of wanted to live on an island, in a house that would have a spectacular view of ocean, sunrise and sunset.

He had that dream when he was a teen. A happy boy running to the ocean waves and giggling. He had to let go.

He had this dream again recently. Only this time he wasn't a teen and he wasn't alone. Taehyung was running next to him, giggling and laughing with him.

He had scooped Taehyung close to his side with one arm, taking a swirl and then holding him in both arms, hugging him while Taehyung threw his head back, arms spread and eyes closed.

It had felt so fucking real. Just like the dream when Taehyung said 'I love you' to him.

"I never hated him." Jeongguk whispers.

"But you're mad at him." She states.

"I'm mad at alot of people. A lot of things." Jeongguk replies.

"Tell me then. You used to share everything with me. It's just you and I now so share it with me. What's bothering you?" She pats the seat next to her as she sits on the couch.

Jeongguk doesn't sit with her.

"You're mad at your father for not thinking about what you actually wanted. But your relationship with him was amazing back then. You could've told him. You didn't say anything either." She says.

"And you think he'd let me fucking go after that? He had no one to pass this whole empire to none other than me so you think he'd let me do what I fucking wanted?" Jeongguk seethes.