Mira finds herself struggling to close the door of her own house. She's lost count of how many minutes this has been going on, and any chances of taking a peak of her watch would be out of the question.

With gritted teeth she tries to pass her limits, pushing out all her strength just to get the goddamn door closed shut.

But no matter how much she tried, her capability wasn't even a tad close to the young boy's in front of her.

He watches her with amusement, one hand planted on the wood, blocking her from achieving her goal.

Giving up, she huffs and lets go. The door swings open and Jihyun smirks victoriously as he then retracts his hand back before shoving it inside his pocket.

"There it's opened! What do you want from me now?!"

Despite the rage dripping her every word, her gaze burning him with anger. Jihyun's eyes sparks. Even the sound of her voice's able to bring
back that tingly feeling to surge all over his body. That same feeling he's felt when he first laid eyes on her.

A flashback that happened inside the storage room soon hits his head and he can't help but chuckle at the thought.

Mira's about to shut the door at his face for the second time, but before she's able to do that.

The boy steps in, closing the door behind him before crashing her back on the mohagony.

She winces in pain, the throbbing ache in her back electrocuting her body, and she internally curses herself for not acting fast.

With her trapped in between, he parts his lips to speak up, slowly leaning in and leaving in a perfect proximity in the gap.

"I want you Noona."

His fingers gently trails down her curves, and she inhales a sharp breath, panic now visible in her eyes as she shots them open.

When she meets with his brown ones, she can't help but get lost in them. As much as she wanted to deny it. The boy was somehow able to let her lit that certain something inside her.

She notices how she'd unwillingly find her heart accelerating whenever he'd show her his smile, her hands getting sweaty whenever he'd call for her attention. Jihyun made her feel something she's never felt before.

His eyes darkens as they stare down at hers, slowly sliding his hand under her blouse, his cold fingertips now caressing her bare skin. Her breath hitches and with trembling hands she rests them on his shoulders, ready to push him off.

Jihyun moves his eyes to her hand, before looking back at her, a glint of anger circling those orbs of his.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Noona."

The girl hisses when he he suddenly leans in, nuzzling his face against the softness of her neck, and Mira finds her arms weakening at his touch. He wasn't gentle. At all.

She winces when feeling him harshly grazing his teeth across the clean canvas of her skin.

Her legs starts shaking at the feeling, and she's left no choice but to wrap her arms around the younger's neck to hold herself up. Jihyun detaches his lips from her, eyes filled with satisfaction when seeing his art decorating her skin. The perfect bluish paint meant he's marked her as his. And only his.

"Mine."

He says in a low growl before finding his way up to her lips. No matter how hard he tries to hold herself back, she just couldn't. His lips meets hers and she can't help but release an unfamiliar sound to echoes against his.

When she starts responding back, Jihyun hesitantly pulls back, a whimper escaping him, before he connects his forehead with hers.

Their breathes were uneven, and Mira's eyes were drooped.

Gently leaning in again to plant a kiss on her lips he then pulls himself back, leaving the breathless girl to fall limply on the floor.

He crouches down before her, eyes grazing her forhead, noticing the beads of sweat formed before moving his eyes to admire her full glistering lips. He can't help but feel proud that she was like this because of him.

Still recovering, she allows her back to lean on the wall, her eyes meeting his own and she scoffs.

"You're an idiot."

Jihyun smirks. "Do you want this idiot to give you another lesson?" His hands finds hers before pulling her whole being up. When she glares at him, he can't help to let out a chuckle, but the darkness in his eyes made her realize she shouldn't have said that.

Slowly he leans in, his breath brushing her skin and she shudders.

"Tell your boss you won't be able to go to work for a couple of days again. And also keep this in mind Noona."He trails off, slowly brushing his nose against her cheek, arms sliding around her waist.

"I'll be much harsher then I was back at the hospital."

-

After putting in much thought, she's finally came to a decision.

Witnessing her son like this was an utter heartbreak to her as a mom- to any mom in general. He wouldn't eat, drink, or even speak to anyone unless spoken to.

She couldn't handle seeing her precious son like that. It breaks her to see him like this, but after realizing something. The scene breaks her even more knowing that she was the reason behind his suffering.

She was selfish, she wanted her son to stay her baby forever, and she realizes that if she continues to put up with this childish act? She'd only make him suffer more. And she didn't want that.

It's scares her knowing she'd have to let go of him sooner or later, but as much as she wanted to keep him. She knew she couldn't.

She didn't want to see him force a smile on his lips. She wanted that real genuine smile back, and the only way she's able to see it again? Was to have you back into Jungkook's life. Her son's life,

As of this moment, she's pushed her selfishness away, the happiness that only you could provide her son, being her main priority.

His eyes brims with confusion, brows knitted together.

"W-what?"

The Queen smiles slightly, her hand delicately caressing his cheek.

"You heard me Kookie~ah. If you really love her with all your heart, then who am I to stop you?"

The latter's eyes glistens with overwhelming tears, and his lips tugs up. "R-really?"

She nods. "Yes." Tears then starts gushing down from his eyes, and he quickly engulfs his mom into a tight hug.

She returns the hug, slowly caressing his hair as his soft sobs of happiness reaches her ears.

She took away his happiness from him, and she can't help but feel guilty about it.

"I'm sorry Kookie~ah. Eomma's so sorry."

She whispers before pulling away to cup his cheeks, slowly wiping away his tears, that gentle smile of hers plastering her lips.

"Now go to her."

Jungkook doesn't think twice before getting out from bed, wiping away the excess liquid forming in his eyes as he shuffles around the room.

The Queen chuckles as she watches her son getting all hyped up, despite the frailness of his appearance.

Just before he's able to sprint out of the room, he halts in his tracks and turns around.

"Mom?"

She hums.

"I love you."

"I love you too Kookie. Now go before I change my mind, and keep you for myself."

The latter shrugs, chuckling slightly at the comment of his mom, before sending her smile.

"Don't wait up for me."

He says, receiving an approving nod from her before he rushes out of the room.