Jungkook pushed open the heavy wooden door, stepping into the opulent office that seemed to suffocate him with its familiarity. His father stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands clasped behind his back, exuding stern authority.
As Jungkook entered, his father turned, piercing gaze scrutinizing every detail. His eyes narrowed, disapproval etched on his face.
"You look like you've been rolling around in a dumpster," he sneered, lip curling in disgust.
Jungkook's jaw clenched, but he remained silent, refusing to rise to the bait. His father's gaze lingered on the rumpled clothes, mussed hair, and faint hickeys, each detail fueling his displeasure.
"Is this what you've been doing instead of attending to family business?" his father asked, voice dripping with disdain. "Indulging in...whatever this is?"
He gestured to Jungkook's appearance, his expression a mixture of revulsion and disappointment.
Jungkook's eyes flashed with defiance, but he kept his tone even. "My personal life is none of your business."
His father's expression darkened. "Your personal life is very much my business when it reflects on our family's reputation."
Jungkook snorted. "Reputation? You mean your reputation?"
His father's face reddened. "How dare you."
"I dare because I'm tired of being treated like a puppet," Jungkook said, his voice rising. "Tired of being controlled and manipulated. I have my own life, my own choices."
he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His father had never understood his rebellious streak, his refusal to conform to the rigid mould he'd tried to shape him in.
He stayed silent as he made his way over to the plush armchair opposite his father's desk, a silent challenge in his gaze.
"Why did you call me here?"
his father's eyes narrowed as he took in his defiant attitude.
"You know damn well why" he said, walking over to his desk and leaning against the edge. "I want an explanation, and I want the truth."
Jungkook's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked on his father's. "The truth about what?" he asked, his tone neutral.
His father's jaw clenched. "About what you told Ji-Hyeon. About your ridiculous claims of not wanting to marry her."
he leaned back in the armchair, sprawling out casually, completely unconcerned about his appearance in the presence of his father.
he smiled, a smirk that hinted at defiance, "I told her I love someone else, and I won't marry her."
His father laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in the silence of the room. "Love," he scoffed, as if the very concept was a joke.
He glared at him, his frustration boiling over. "This is not a fairy tale, Jungkook." The dismissal in his father's voice stung,
his laughter died down, replaced by cold, hard reality.
"You're twenty-six years old" he said, staring him down, "And you're the goddamn heir to my goddamn company. You don't have time for love, and you sure as hell don't have time to be playing around like a spoiled brat, and stop playing around with that fling."
He felt his anger, usually so tightly controlled, flare at his father's words. "She's not a fling."
he greeted out, his voice low and dangerous.
His father's expression twisted, scorn etched on his face. "Whatever she is, she's not suitable. Not for someone of your stature."
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