TEMPTATION OF MY ARROGANT CEO JEON JUNGKOOK X READER {COMPLETED}

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JUNGKOOK'S POV

I planned a trip to Paris, feeling guilty for not letting her fully experience the city last time. Now, I finally understood what she meant when she said, "You don't know yet, you'd hate me when you do and leave."

I should've paid attention when she said, "You weren't there, Jungkook. You weren't there when we needed you the most."

It was during our date that things started clicking, especially when Drake pulled me aside.

"Dude, you never told me you had a daughter." he said seriously.

"I don't," I laughed.

"Then who's the little girl?" he asked, confused.

"She's Y/N's sister." I replied, but Drake only laughed.

"Did she tell you that? Because I'd swear she's yours." The words hit me, and suddenly I started questioning everything. Y/N had never told me Evie was her sister—I assumed she was. Could it be true? Was Evie mine?

I looked over at Y/N and Evie. Y/N was gently holding her, stroking her hair as Evie slept peacefully. Her brown hair was so different from Y/N's black locks, and neither of her parents had hair that color. Her nose, lips, and even the birthmark—was it possible? Could Evie be my daughter?

My mind spun. Y/N would've told me, right? She wouldn't keep this from me. If Evie was mine, then she must have been pregnant when we were in high school. Why hadn't Y/N told me? I felt betrayed. I wanted to be there for my child. I didn’t want to end up like my father, who never cared for us. I wanted to be part of every moment of her life, but I missed it all.

When we got back to New York, I had a DNA test done using Evie's hair. The results came back. She was mine. A mixture of shock, anger, and sadness overwhelmed me. How could Y/N keep this from me? Why didn't she tell me? I wasn’t there for any of Evie’s milestones, and I couldn’t forgive her for keeping me out of my own child's life.

I couldn’t go home. I needed to think. But when I returned, Y/N hugged me tightly.

"Jungkook, I was so worried about you," she said.

I pulled away, frustrated. "Why didn't you tell me, Y/N? Why?" I asked, furious.

She looked at me, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"When were you planning to tell me Evie was our daughter?" I demanded.

Her expression shifted from confusion to shock. I threw the DNA test results at her.

"Jungkook, I... I..." she stammered.

"You had a child, and you kept it from me? You kept her under my nose, and I didn’t even know?" I shouted.

"I was going to tell you today," she said softly.

"Today? After all this time?" I shouted. "How could you keep this from me for so long?"

"I’m sorry, but what did you want me to do? Tell you on the first day we met that you have a daughter?" she shot back.

"Why didn't you tell me the moment you knew?" I asked, trying to understand.

"Well, I tried, but you broke up with me. You called me names, said I was a cheat, a slut, a gold digger—why would I tell you then? You would've never believed me." She sounded frustrated.

"You should've told me anyway," I insisted.

"And you didn’t think I tried? Every time I tried to talk to you, you pushed me away. You told me to ‘fuck off.’ You humiliated me in front of everyone, Jungkook." Her voice broke.

"Maybe you could've told me anyway," I muttered, feeling defeated.

"How? You blocked me. I couldn’t reach you. You made it clear I wasn’t welcome. And then I saw you with Betty. That’s when I gave up." Her words stung.

I started to understand. Carlos had been the one to manipulate me. I hadn’t trusted Y/N, and now I was paying the price.

"I’m sorry, Y/N. I was wrong," I whispered.

"Maybe if you hadn’t cheated on me, none of this would’ve happened," she retorted, her eyes full of pain.

"I never cheated on you," she snapped. "We didn’t do anything that day. You didn’t trust me, Jungkook. You just believed Carlos’s lies."

"Then why didn’t you tell me?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"I tried, Jungkook. I tried," she said, her tears falling freely. "But you never listened. You shut me out."

"I didn’t realize how much I hurt you," I said, feeling the weight of my words.

"I always wondered why you left. I thought I wasn’t good enough. I thought you’d stay if I gave you everything, but you didn’t. And you made me feel worthless. I thought the sex would keep you, but it didn’t." Her voice trembled.

"I never meant to make you feel that way," I whispered.

"I was broken, Jungkook. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was pregnant, and I felt like I had no one. I even thought about ending it all. I hated myself."

"I had no idea," I choked out, my heart sinking.

"Of course you didn’t. You never cared to ask."

Evie suddenly appeared, her voice filled with hurt. "You both never wanted me?"

"Evie, no," Y/N started.

"Why didn’t you tell me Jungkook is my dad?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

"I didn’t know how to," Y/N said, but Evie wasn’t listening.

"Why did you keep it from me?" Evie shouted. "I kept asking, and you never said a word."

Y/N’s apology came too late, as Evie cried, "I hate you both. You never wanted me."

My heart shattered. Hearing Evie say she hated me was unbearable, but how would Y/N feel?

"Evie, no, you’re not a mistake," I said, my voice filled with desperation.

"Then why didn’t you want me?" she sobbed, pushing me away when I tried to comfort her.

Y/N tried to reach out, but Evie’s words cut deep. "I thought you loved me, Mum. If you did, you wouldn’t have done this."

"I do love you," Y/N cried, but Evie was too angry to listen.

"Just go," she said, her voice flat. "Get out."

We left, and Y/N collapsed on the floor, her tears mixing with the pain in her voice.

"I wanted a family with you, Y/N, but now it feels like it’s all ruined," I said softly.

"Jungkook, I... I’m sorry. But nothing can fix this," she said through her tears.

I slammed the door to my room. I never imagined things would turn out like this. The pain was too much to process. I hated that I pushed Y/N away, and I hated that Evie would grow up without me. It hurt knowing I’d failed as a father.

I sighed, grabbed the first aid kit, and sat next to Y/N, who was still crying. My heart broke seeing her like this. "I don’t hate you, Y/N. I’m angry, yes, but mostly at myself. I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve never pushed you away."

"I’m sorry too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Do you think we can get through this?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"We will," I promised, holding her as she rested her head on my shoulder. For a moment, the weight of everything lifted slightly. There was still hope. We’d get through this together.

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