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Kim Taehyung, a lawyer by profession, cold and stern were the only words that could describe him..... But is it?
Jeon Jungkook, a high school dropout student, her life had been cruel to crush her dream of being a l...
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"Shi-jia," Jungkook's father called, his tone softened in a way Jungkook had never heard directed at herself. His youngest brother's daughter glanced up from her phone, barely concealing her irritation, raising an eyebrow as if to question why she'd been interrupted.
"Get Jungkook ready. Some people are coming to see her today for marriage," he said, waving his hand dismissively as if the task were a nuisance. His expression contorted with visible disgust as he uttered Jungkook's name, a reaction so familiar yet still cutting.
Shi-jia huffed, rolling her eyes in open annoyance. "Why do I have to deal with her?" she muttered under her breath. She stood up reluctantly, giving her phone a final glance before shoving it into her pocket. She walked over to Jungkook, who stood quietly in the background, shoulders slightly hunched, hoping to remain invisible.
Before Shi-jia could reach her, Jungkook felt a wave of desperation break over her, stronger than anything she had ever felt. Without thinking, she ran to her father, tears already streaming down her face. She knelt in front of him, clutching his legs, her fingers trembling as she clung to him.
"Please," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Father... don't do this. Don't send me away. I'll do anything you ask, I'll work harder, I'll stay out of the way. Just... please don't make me leave." Her voice broke as she held onto him, her words spilling out in a desperate rush.
He looked down at her, his face a mask of indifference, eyes cold and distant. Jungkook's tears continued to fall as she begged him, her voice thick with sorrow. "I'll do anything, Father. I'll be quiet, I won't cause trouble... just, please... don't make me leave."
With a frustrated huff, he took a step back, prying her hands away from his legs as if he couldn't bear her touch. His face twisted in disgust. "Enough of this nonsense, Jungkook," he snapped, his voice sharp and unforgiving. "You think I care about what you want? Stop acting pathetic."
Jungkook froze, feeling the final sliver of hope shatter inside her. He looked down at her with open disdain, as though she were a bothersome insect he couldn't wait to be rid of.
"Shi-jia!" he called, turning his back to Jungkook without a second glance. Shi-jia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, clearly annoyed by the interruption but ready to obey.
"Get her ready," he said, his tone cold and dismissive. He didn't spare Jungkook even a single glance as he walked away, leaving her kneeling on the floor, still trembling from her futile plea.
Shi-jia walked up to her and grabbed her arm with impatience. "Stop wasting everyone's time," she muttered, pulling Jungkook up forcefully. "They're not going to cancel this, so get over it."
Jungkook let herself be dragged along, feeling as though she were moving through a fog, the reality of her situation settling heavily in her chest.
Shi-jia practically shoved Jungkook into her small, dimly lit room, her grip firm and unkind as she pulled her toward the mirror. Jungkook barely registered the harshness of Shi-jia's movements or the roughness in her voice—she felt detached, as though she were watching everything from a distance. Her father's rejection, his cruel indifference, still echoed in her mind, leaving her numb.
