Y/N's POV
I felt someone stroking my hair and by the hand I knew it was Jungkook. I opened my eyes abruptly but closed them again to make them adjust to the sunlight coming through the curtains, Jungkook removed his hand away from my hair and instead held my hand softly. I opened my eyes carefully and instantly took my hand away from his hold while glaring at him. He just sighed while looking at me with sad eyes.
"Y/N, my princess...just let me explain and then you can hate me all you want. Even if you don't believe me, I would still want you to hear me out firs--"
I held up my hand as a sign for him to shut his disgusting mouth, I was really not in the mood to hear his bullshit. I felt really tired and couldn't even move my body properly.
"You said he died and you're the one behind it, none of your explanations can change the fact that you killed him, my father."
Tears welled up in my eyes and this time I did not try to control them, I let them flow out of my eyes freely. I wanted Jungkook to see how much he broke me, if he hated my father so much he could've just told me and express it in front of me but no, he did something that I never even expected from him. He lied to me, he said my father was in good condition and he was taking special care of him even if he was a prisoner here while in reality he killed my father and made me a puppet of his who danced on his orders. He is a two-faced bastard and I am never gonna forgive him for that.
"Y/N, you don't understand. Your father wasn't a good person, he may have treated you nicely but that doesn't mean he didn't torture people out there for money. He kidnapped you when you were like 3 or something and asked for a good amount of money from the Oleceur Kingdom and your dad--"
"Your Majesty, even if you explain everything to her she will not believe you so please don't put so much pressure on her, she's already feeling very weak."
I didn't notice Taehyung until now, he was sitting on the couch while looking at Jungkook who was sitting on the bed beside me. Just what the hell are they both discussing about? All of a sudden my head started spinning and hurting like hell, I could hear their faint voices but couldn't decipher what they were saying so I let the darkness consume me again.
Jungkook's POV
It was already evening but Y/N was still unconscious , I was so worried about her that I didn't leave her hand at all, Jin hyung wanted me to eat something but I refused. How could I eat when my love was lying on the bed like a lifeless person with the IV attached to her transferring glucose inside her body to keep it hydrated. I knew I was at fault, she was in this condition because of me. I shouldn't have lied to her but I wanted to gain her trust and love so I told her lies which were unforgivable. I told her that her dad was safe when in fact he was treated like an insect here; always getting beaten, not getting food, bearing the brutal torture from the guards and at last he couldn't take it anymore so he committed suicide. His last wish was to see Y/N but I just walked away from there and told the prison guards to clean up the prison room and throw away his body in Han River. I didn't directly kill him but my brutal torture made him do it himself so technically I did kill her so called father. I wasn't ashamed of it though, that bastard deserved it. I was ashamed of lying to my princess and causing her health to deteriorate.
I felt her hand moving which pulled me out of my endless thoughts, she was trying to take her hand away from mine but I gripped it tightly. She turned to glare at me but I was unaffected. I grabbed the tray of food from the bedside table and helped her to sit up properly then I took some of the rice and a bit of chicken on the spoon from the plate and brought it to her lips but she turned her face away meaning she didn't want to eat now. I couldn't let that happen though, she had to eat at any cost or else she might faint again.
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The King's Obsession ♚ Jeon Jungkook • AU
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