062

JEON

10:30 PM—silence suffocating in dining hall.

I exhale— knife scraping against the porcelain plate as i carve another precise slice of steak. The sound cuts through the suffocating silence.

Across the table, she barely touches her food. Lucas squirms against her breasts, fussing, his tiny fists gripping her blouse. Milk stains bloom across the skin where he keeps nuzzling.

"Shh… shhh…" She murmurs, rocking him slightly, exhaustion etched into every movement.

He whines again, squirming against her chest—little fists kneading at the flesh  "Shh... shh, bubba..."

My jaw tightens.This brat doesn't even let her eat in peace.

The maids hover like ghosts along the walls, eyes downcast, not daring to move unless spoken to. Useless.

I spear a cherry tomato with fork.

She murmurs soft, exhausted nonsense into his hair. Plate of lettuce cheery tomatos, mashed potatoes and salad—cold infront .

She doesn’t look up. Just shifts Lucas higher on her hip, his tiny legs kicking impatiently— "shh shh bub–"

"Eat."

Her eyes flick up—dark circles underneath. A ghost of the lawyer who once stood in courtrooms unshaken. Now? Just a hollow shell holding my boy.

Her throat bobs. "I—I can't."

Can’t?

My jaw tightens. Lucas whines louder, squirming, hungry—always hungry.

Her fingers tremble—she adjusts him, trying to quiet him.

I take another bite— "Last time I checked, mothers need to eat also"

Her grip on him tightens—like she’s afraid ill take him?

Idiots. All of them.

Even my fucking boy knows who owns him.

I clear my throat, take a bite of the meat. "Eat first."

Her head jerks up, eyes wide, She gapes at me with mouth falling open. And of course—the brat continues to suckle like a piranha.

Why is she like this?Why is the brat so goddamn clingy?

Her throat works—swallowing air instead of food. "I-I’ll just... feed him first—"

I exhale sharply.

Bullshit.

Lucas whines louder, his tiny mouth suckling desperately against her nipple, milk dripping through his chin.

"Eat. First."

Her throat bobs.

A flicker of something—crosses her face before she looks down at Lucas.

Silence.

My fork clatters onto the plate—sharp, she flinch-

"Are you trying to starve yourself?"

She stiffens, Lucas still nuzzling, greedy little fists clutching at her.

Every. Damn. Time.

The second she lifts a fork, he cries. The moment she tries to chew, he whimpers. Like he knows. Like he’s trained to keep her exhausted, drained, his.

And she lets him.

He whines louder again, little face scrunching up, tiny hands kneading her like she’s his personal milk bar.

"I...I—" Her voice cracks. "I- He needs—"

"What you need is to remember whose table you're sitting at."

Her grip tightens around him—protective, defiant. Stubborn little thing.

Sigh.

"Eat. Now."

She nods hurriedly, reaching for the fork with shaky fingers. The metal scrapes against the plate as she spears a piece of steak, lifting it to her mouth–Lucas' tiny hand swing wildly, knocking it from her grip—

SLAM.

The fork clatters on floor.

"ENOUGH"

She flinches—head ducking, Lucas freezes, big eyes blinking at me—then his face crumples.

"WAAAAAH—WAAAAAH—"

I take a sharp breath—rip the napkin from lap, and stride forward.

Her breath hitches—eyes widening— before she can react, I yank Lucas from her arms.

His mouth unlatches with a soft pop—her pink, swollen nipple glistening—fuck, I want that too.

She scrambles and cover herself, face burning. while Lucas wails louder, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Shut . Up" I growl, bounce him roughly. He hiccups, staring me with Jeon-red eyes.

Her hands hover mid-air—like she wants to snatch him back.

"Eat."

Her throat bobs. Lucas wails, tiny fingers clutching my suit lapel.

Her lips part—protesting? Grateful?—

"Eat . Now."

She nods, beginning to eat quickly. Lucas blabbers loudly in my arms, trying to reach for her. I glare at him, he pauses, then wail loudly.

Aish— this brat.

"Waaaaah WAAAHHHH"

I adjust him, his tiny face scrunched up in full tantrum mode, he flails toward her—little fingers grasping air– screams bounce off the marble floors.

"WAAAAH—! WAH—! MMMM—!"

I shoot him a look. He pauses mid-wail—eyes big, lower lip wobbling— and cranking up the volume to ear-splitting levels.

Meanwhile, she's shoveling food in her mouth like a prisoner on death row—lettuce barely chewed before she swallows.

"Chew. Properly."

She freezes—then slow down—jaw moving mechanically, like she’s forgotten how to eat without rushing.

Her hands tremble. The fork clinks against the plate. Fuck am i that scary?

I glance around—every maid in the room is staring at me like I'm some kind of monster.

…The fuck?

Am I that weird?

Lucas wails louder, kicking his legs like he’s trying to escape my grip.

I bounce him harder. Why he acting like I’m kidnapping him?

He screams right in my face.

She flinches but keeps chewing—slow, deliberate. Her eyes dart between me and Lucas.

I exhale—adjusting him against my shoulder.…How the hell does she deal with this every day?

Lucas hiccups—snot, tears smeared across my suit.

"Wahhhhh waaahhhh waaaaah-"

Sigh.

His wails bouncing off the walls like a goddamn raid siren. The maids are staring—some looking away quickly, others gaping openly—as they seeing me holding my own crying brat beside her like a damn maid.

Lucas wriggles and bucks like demon possessed.  Then he has the nerve to try clawing my face. "STOP"

He pauses mid-scream—eyes locking onto mine—before deliberately rolling them and turning his head away with a dramatic sniff.

Little shit.

I glance down.

She’s stopped eating again.

"Why did you stop?"

She looks up, frowning  "Y-You just told me to stop."

Sigh.  Christ.

"I didn’t tell—whatever. Continue eating."

She hesitates—confusion flickering across her face—before picking up her fork again.

My jaw ticks.

Oh, so now you listens– Just because I told to stop, you stop?

You aren’t that obedient, Y/N.

Then when I told you to love me, you just didn't care—Wait.Did I ever actually tell her that?—

"Come now..."

I snap out—she's standing in front of me, plate clear, arms outstretched towards me—

I freeze—blood turns ice.

What—She wants to...hug me?

I lean forward—But then Lucas' reach out— clings onto her, she takes with a gentle smile. He burying his face in her shoulder.

Of course.

It's for him.

Why on earth she'd ever want to hug me?

She turns and heads towards the stairs,  The brat clinging onto her like a goddamn koala.

She murmuring soft nonsense at him.

My teeth grinds.

Why can't she just hold me like—

"B-boss-"

I turn—one maids standing there, gazing down like a frightened mouse.

"Boss, can...can we take the plates now?"

I clear my throat "Hm."

I stride back to my seat, snatch my phone off, and head toward the office.

Halfway up the stairs, there.

Through the third-floor railings, catch a glimpse of her—exhaustion dragging at her shoulders, she rocks Lucas against her chest.

A yawn escapes her, slow- weary.

She doesn’t even glance at my way.

Just shuffles past the guards flanking the hallway, toward my bedroom— Disappearing like a ghost.

My jaw tightens.

Why won’t you look at me?

Why won’t you—

Just—

Hold me like that?

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