His father's words cut deep, a stark reminder of the cruel reality. "Ji-Hyeon will be a perfect match," he said, tone firm, unyielding. "Her family's influence and spotless reputation will elevate your image, securing your career."
Jungkook's anguish intensified, the thought of marrying another suffocating him. He couldn't bear the idea of never holding you again, of living a lie.
His gaze fell upon the photos on the desk, capturing the pure joy of your love. His heart twisted, knowing those moments would put you in harm's way.
His father's eyes followed, a satisfied glint sparking. "Those pictures...they'll ignite a firestorm." His voice dripped with malice. "Imagine the scandal, the outrage. The world will shatter its idol's pedestal."
Jungkook's worst fears unfolded before him. His father's threat hung like a guillotine.
"You'll be torn apart by tabloids, your career reduced to ashes. And your beloved girl...her life will be shattered, her face plastered on every front page, forever linked to your 'dirty little secret'."
Jungkook's heart disintegrated, the weight of his decision crushing him. He pleaded, his voice cracking. "Please...don't hurt her. She doesn't deserve it."
Tortured, Jungkook glanced at the photos, memories of your love now tainted by fear.
His heart ached, torn between love and protection. "I'm sorry, Chérie," he whispered, eyes closed.
Then, with a heavy heart, he nodded. "Ok."
The concessions seemed to have drained the life from his eyes.
His father's smirk widened, satisfaction etched on his face. "Good," he replied, leaning back in his chair, triumph in his eyes. "I knew you'd see reason."
He dialed a number on his phone, his voice dripping with excitement. "I'll set up a meeting with Ji-Hyeon's family to discuss the wedding details."
Jungkook felt numb, his legs moving mechanically as he stood up to leave. He cast one last glance at the pictures on the desk, memories of you and him captured in frames - the only proof of what he'd lost.
Pausing at the door, Jungkook turned to face his father. "Congratulations, Dad. You won," he said, his chuckle hollow, masking the anguish within.
His father sneered, not bothering to look up from his phone. "I always do."
Jungkook's gaze lingered on his father, the man who had controlled and manipulated him for years. With a heavy heart, he turned and walked out of the office, feeling torn apart.
His steps echoed down the hall, heavy and slow, as if weighed down by his shattered dreams.
He stopped, leaning against the wall, the weight of his decision crushing him. The thought of giving up the best thing that had ever happened to him - you - was unbearable.
A lone tear escaped, rolling down his cheek, a silent testament to his shattered heart.
he bit his lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotions that was threatening to overwhelm him.
he had given up the love of his life, the only person who truly understood and loved him, all to protect her from the cruel world that would judge her for being with him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, hands clasped to his chest, gazing up at the star-studded night sky. The soft, cold wind whispered through his hair, carrying the whispers of his shattered dreams.
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Fanfiction*Jungkook felt a thrill run through him at your words, the way you so readily and wholeheartedly admitted that you were his and his alone making his heart race. He loved the feeling of possessiveness and ownership that came with knowing that you bel...
