Twilight Obsession/JINKOOK

Silenced Heart

As Jungkook retreated to his home, a whirlwind of emotions consumed him. His heart heavy with the weight of their unspoken goodbye, he wrestled with the ache of letting go of something he had once held so dear. Each step felt like a burden as he carried the weight of their unfinished story with him.

Meanwhile, Jin's tears flowed freely as he grappled with the pain of rejection. With each drop that fell, he mourned the loss of what could have been, the shattered pieces of his heart echoing the ache of their fractured bond. Yet, amidst the pain, a flicker of determination burned within him, a resolve to return tomorrow and fight for the love he believed in.

As Jin stepped into his apartment, his exhaustion palpable, he was taken aback to find his father, Mr. Kim Namjoon, waiting for him in the living room. However, any sense of surprise quickly turned to apprehension as he registered the stormy expression on his father's face.

"Appa?" Jin's voice wavered slightly as he approached cautiously, the air thick with tension.

Mr. Kim Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger as he rose from his seat, his voice a low growl. "Jin, we need to talk."

Jin's heart sank as he took a seat, his father's fury like a heavy weight pressing down on him. He braced himself for the onslaught of words he knew was about to come.

"Jin, I can't believe what I've heard," Mr. Kim Namjoon began, his voice seething with indignation. "You've been causing trouble at school , neglecting your responsibilities, and for what? Some foolish infatuation?"

Jin's throat tightened with guilt as his father's accusations hit home. "Appa, I..."

But Mr. Kim Namjoon cut him off with a sharp gesture. "No excuses, Jin. You've embarrassed yourself and our family with your reckless behavior. The photos of you and your so-called boyfriend are spreading fast. If I didn't have influence, your boyfriend would be behind bars by now."

Jin felt a chill run down his spine at his father's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"I raised you better than this," Mr. Kim Namjoon continued, his voice dripping with disappointment. "You need to get your act together, Jin, before you ruin everything we've worked so hard for."

"I can't do that, Appa," Jin interjected, his voice choked with emotion. "I love him, it's not just some infatuation. I know what I'm feeling. I'm not a fucking kid."

Tears streamed down Jin's face as he poured out his heart, his words laced with defiance and desperation. For the first time in years, he raised his voice against his father, the weight of his suppressed emotions finally breaking free.
Despite his outburst, Jin couldn't shake the feeling of shame and regret for disappointing the man who had always been his pillar of support.

In a sudden burst of anger, Namjoon's hand swung out, striking Jin sharply across the face with a resounding slap. Jin staggered back, stunned by the force of the blow, his cheek stinging with pain. The room fell silent.

Namjoon's voice was cold and commanding as he issued his decree. "Pack your necessary things. You are going to stay with me and Mom. You're not 18 yet. I am your father, and I have every right over you. You are not seeing anyone."

Jin's heart sank at his father's authoritative words, a sense of helplessness washing over him. He knew that resisting would only lead to further conflict, yet the thought of being cut off from the person he loved filled him with a deep sense of despair. With a heavy heart, Jin nodded silently, resigning himself to the fate dictated by his father's iron will.

As they arrived home, Namjoon's demeanor remained stern and unyielding. With a firm grip, he forcefully took Jin's phone from him, his expression brooking no argument. Jin watched helplessly as his lifeline to the outside world was stripped away, a sense of isolation settling over him like a suffocating shroud.

Despite his silent protests, Jin knew that any attempt to resist would only incur further wrath from his father. With a heavy heart, he resigned himself to the confines of his new reality, the weight of his father's authority pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

"Tomorrow onwards you are not going to school. Instead, the teacher will come here, and after school graduation, you're going to Australia," Namjoon declared.

"I'm not going anywhere! Why are you doing this to me?" Jin cried out, his voice trembling with fear and frustration.

"That's not an option, Kim Seokjin. You will do as I say. If not, go with your boyfriend and never come back. I will declare that I don't have a son," Namjoon's words were laced with a cold determination, leaving Jin feeling trapped and powerless.

With a heavy heart and tears streaming down his cheeks, Jin turned away from his father's imposing figure and retreated to his room. Each step felt like a burden, the weight of his father's ultimatum bearing down on him like a crushing weight.

Alone in the dimly lit confines of his room, Jin collapsed onto his bed, his emotions swirling in turmoil. He buried his face in his hands, the weight of his father's expectations and the prospect of being torn apart from the person he loved overwhelming him.