Unexpected// J.JKFF

Chapter 22

Jungkook's world seemed to crumble around him as Mr. Lee's words pierced through the air like daggers. His heart clenched with a mixture of disbelief and despair, his mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation.

"Dyan is not your son..." Mr. Lee's declaration echoed in Jungkook's ears, the weight of those words settling heavily upon him like a crushing burden.

As Mr. Lee gently took Dyan from his arms, Jungkook felt a sense of loss wash over him, his hands trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to speak, to articulate the storm of emotions raging within him.

"Mr. Lee, I—" Jungkook's voice faltered, choked with emotion, but his words were cut short as Mr. Lee interjected with a stern warning.

"Just do your work and stay out of my daughter's life before I take action," Mr. Lee's voice was laced with authority, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As Mr. Lee left the room, Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts, his heart heavy with regret and sorrow. In that moment, he realized the depth of the pain he had caused, the consequences of his actions reverberating through the lives of those he cared about.

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The sound of Dyan's voice calling out to Yn pierced the silence of the room, his small hand tugging at her dress in a desperate bid for attention. But Yn remained impassive, her gaze fixed on some distant point, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

"Mama," Dyan's voice wavered, tinged with a hint of desperation as his pleas went unanswered. "Mamaa," he repeated, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't want Dad, I only want Mama."

Despite Dyan's cries, Yn remained unmoved, her expression unchanged as she continued to ignore her son's pleas. The pain in Dyan's voice echoed through the room, a heartbreaking reminder of the rift that had formed between mother and child.

"Talk with your Dyan," Mr. Lee's gentle voice broke through the tension, his words a plea for reconciliation. But Yn remained silent, her resolve unyielding as she turned a deaf ear to her father's entreaties.

As Dyan's cries grew louder, his tiny frame trembling with emotion, Yn's heart remained hardened, her refusal to acknowledge her son's distress a stark reflection of the walls she had built around herself.

"Princess, just forgive him," Mr. Lee implored, his voice filled with a father's love and concern. But Yn remained silent, her eyes betraying no hint of emotion as she wrestled with the demons of her past.

Amidst the tears and solemn promises, Yn found herself unable to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. "I'm so sorry, Dyan," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I promise, I'll never let anyone take you away from me again."

Dyan buried his face in his mother's shoulder, his small arms clinging to her tightly as he whispered back, "I love you, Mama. I'll always stay with you."

Mr. Lee placed a comforting hand on Yn's shoulder, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. "We're here for you, Princess," he reassured her. "You don't have to face this alone."

Yn nodded, grateful for her father's support. "Thank you, Appa," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a gentle squeeze of her shoulder, Mr. Lee offered her a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this together," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

"Jungkook will never come into your life again, nor will he take Dyan from you," Mr. Lee's voice was firm, his words a pledge of unwavering support and protection. Yn, her tears still flowing, nodded gratefully, finding solace in her father's comforting words.

As Jungkook stumbled into his hostel room, the weight of his actions bore down on him like a crushing burden. His chest tightened with anguish as he replayed the events of the day in his mind, each moment a sharp reminder of the pain he had inflicted on Yn.

"I hurt her," he muttered hoarsely, his voice thick with regret. "She hates me..."

With trembling hands, Jungkook reached up to strike himself, the sharp sting of each blow a physical manifestation of the self-loathing that consumed him. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that lingered on his lips.

"Why did I do this?" he cried out, his voice breaking with emotion. "How could I have been so blind?"

Desperate to numb the pain that threatened to consume him, Jungkook turned to the bottle, the burn of alcohol offering temporary respite from the torment of his thoughts. He drank until the world blurred into a hazy blur, the edges of reality fading away as he sought refuge in oblivion.

As the alcohol dulled his senses and his eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion, Jungkook's body finally succumbed to the weight of his despair. With a final, defeated sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, his mind swirling with regrets and what-ifs.