Forbidden Love (Jungkook FF)

Part 20

Jungkook's POV

"She is happy with me," I replied sternly.

"Jungkook, you know that's not possible!" my dad shouted, his voice growing louder. "She's your sis—"

"She. Is. Not. My. Fucking. Sister. Dad." I spat, emphasizing each word. I had made this clear from the day they brought her into our home. Taking a deep breath, I continued, "What? Did you think I wouldn't find out? That she's not actually adopted? I know, Dad. I know she's your friend's daughter. The same friend whose death she witnessed with her own eyes."

My parents' eyes widened in shock as I spoke. They didn't think I knew the truth, but I had known for years.

"I found out everything a few years ago, but I didn't want to tell you or Yn because it would have crushed her. But now... now I think she deserves to know. She has a right to the truth. I can't let her believe her whole life has been a lie."

I paused, glancing at my parents before delivering the final blow. "She needs to know that the man she saw die in front of her... was her real father."

Suddenly, a soft voice interrupted, "What about my... mother?"

I froze. My blood turned cold. Slowly, I turned around, and there she was—Yn, standing just a few feet away. Her eyes wide, her face pale. Had she heard everything?

"Doll—" I began, my voice low, but she cut me off.

"Jungkook, I asked you something," she said firmly, walking toward me and gripping my hand, desperate for an answer.

My heart sank. I wanted to tell her the truth, but not like this. Not when it would be so overwhelming. But before I could respond, my mother, her voice broken and heavy with regret, answered for me.

"Your mother... she died giving birth to you."

Yn's face fell. She stood there, her expression torn between disbelief and devastation. "Why did you hide the truth from me all these years? Even you, Jungkook?" she asked, her voice trembling. Hearing her say that broke my heart—it felt like I had shattered her trust.

"Sweetie, listen—" my dad began to step forward, but Yn quickly moved, pressing herself into my back, seeking refuge. My doll still trusted me as her safe place, and that small gesture gave me hope.

"Doll, listen to me," I said, gently turning to face her. Her eyes were red from crying, tears still streaming down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumb, cupping her face in my hands. "I was going to tell you the truth when I found out, but the doctor said your mental health was fragile. You were already suffering from hallucinations and trauma from that night, so much so that you even lost your childhood memories. That's why Mom and Dad lied to you. And I kept the truth from you to protect you. For your own good."

She stared at me, her eyes searching mine, trying to process everything. I knew this was a lot for her to take in, but I also knew she was strong. Stronger than anyone gave her credit for.

"You trust me, don't you, doll?" I asked gently.

She nodded.

"Then this is all you need to know right now. Nothing more," I reassured her.

"Okay," she whispered softly.

I smiled and kissed her forehead. "Go rest now. You've been through enough today."

After Yn left the room, I turned to face my parents. "Mom, Dad, I know you were trying to protect her, but now that everything is out in the open, I want to make one thing clear: I'm in love with Yn. And I think everyone in this room has noticed that by now," I said, glaring pointedly at Xavier and his family. "No one—and I mean no one—is going to take her away from me. Understood?"

They all nodded, their faces pale, realizing just how serious I was.

"Jungkook, son," my mother said, her voice softening, "we only want you both to be happy. But we never thought of you and her together, so we pushed her toward Xavier."

"I understand, Mom, but next time—think twice before forcing her into anything." My tone was firm, leaving no room for debate.

With that, I left them standing in the living room and headed upstairs to my room.

Yn's POV

Everything felt like a blur. My head was spinning from all that had happened today. I had learned the truth about my parents—that the man I saw murdered all those years ago was my own father. The shock of it all left me reeling.

But there was something strange, something I couldn't quite put into words. Despite knowing the truth, I didn't feel any deep connection to my biological parents. It was like I was detached from them, almost like they were just a distant story, not people I'd lost. I felt pity for what had happened to them, but... not much more. Shouldn't I feel more?

The real question that haunted me, though, was why my father had been killed. Who were the people who did it? And why?

But amidst all this, one thing was clear—I didn't feel guilty about loving Jungkook anymore. The confusion about our relationship had vanished, now that I knew the truth. Our bond was real, untainted by lies.

I sighed heavily, exhaustion overtaking me. My head was pounding from all the revelations, and I knew I needed rest. As I lay down, another question popped into my mind—what did my mother look like? Did she ever get the chance to see me before she died?

With that thought, my eyes closed, and I let sleep claim me, hoping that tomorrow would bring me some peace, or at least some clarity.

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