Jungkook Oneshots

For You and For Me IV

Ian barged into the house, his booming voice echoing through the walls. Arvin and Layan trailed behind, their expressions smug.
"Is no one here? Come outside!" Ian demanded.

You stepped into the living room, wiping your hands on a cloth after finishing the chores.
"Who are you?" you asked, your voice calm but cautious. Then your gaze landed on Layan and Arvin, and your expression froze.

Layan leaned closer to Ian and whispered, "This is the girl who trapped our kid."

Ian's sharp eyes turned to you, and his steps brought him closer. A chill ran down your spine as you pieced together who he might be—Jungkook's father.

"What are you staring at?" Ian spat. "Didn't you catch a fish with your bait? Well, I'm the father of the fish you netted. Women are supposed to be divine, but you... you completely trapped my son. You cleaned and bonded him, leaving no escape."

Your heart sank. You could only stare at him, shocked and disappointed. His words stung, each one piercing deeper than the last.

"You used the same tricks you've used on other men, didn't you?" Ian accused. "Raised by your brother, weren't you? It's his fault for not teaching you better."

The mention of your brother made your head snap up. You couldn't bear anyone blaming Jin for something he wasn't responsible for.

"Call that man here. I need to speak to him," Ian demanded, adjusting his blazer with an air of entitlement.

As if summoned, Jin walked through the front door, his voice cheerful.
"Y/N, dear, who's here—" He stopped mid-sentence, his expression darkening when he saw the intruders.

Ian wasted no time. "Are you Seokjin? Do you know who I am? I'm Jungkook's father," he declared arrogantly.

Jin's jaw tightened. "And you could speak a little more respectfully when you're in this house."

Arvin interjected with a sneer, "Do you know who he is? One of the top millionaires in London. You don't even deserve to stand in front of him without bowing."

Jin remained composed, his voice steady but firm. "I'm not a freeloader or a gold digger like you. I'm a man of virtue. Respect is earned, not bought."

Ian's expression hardened. "Don't lecture me. My son is working here like a laborer—for what? Love? He left his family for this so-called love and came running after your sister. As her brother, you should've sent him back or at least informed me. But you didn't. He's my only son, and I've never made him do a single chore in his life. I carried him like a prince, and now you've reduced him to farming and weeding. Is this what you call proper treatment?"

Jin glared back. "I'm not responsible for his decisions. If Jungkook is doing this work, it's by his choice."

Layan smirked sarcastically. "Oh, then we'll just take him back."

Jin didn't falter. "Go ahead," he replied coldly.

Arvin stepped forward, his tone sharp. "And what about all the low-class work he's done here?"

Jin's patience snapped. Pointing at Arvin, he said, "I stayed quiet before because it was a celebratory day, but I won't tolerate this disrespect in my home again."

Arvin and Layan hesitated for a moment, visibly startled by Jin's unwavering stance. But Layan quickly recovered, his tone threatening. "Don't push your luck. A single call to the police, and a little money is all it takes to put you in jail for life."

Before Jin could respond, a familiar voice broke through the tension.
"Dad."

Everyone turned to see Jungkook standing in the doorway, covered in dirt, wearing his work clothes. His disheveled appearance shocked Ian, whose eyes glistened with tears at the sight of his son.