SHATTERED INNOCENCE

chapter 9

A long chapter ahead..
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The storm outside raged with a ferocity that mirrored the tempest within Jungkook’s heart. As he drove towards his father’s mansion, the sound of rain pelting against the windows was drowned out by the memories that clawed at his mind—the boy’s tear-streaked face, the way his small hands had clutched his shirt in desperate fear. But Jungkook forced those thoughts away, focusing on the cold, calculated plan that had brought him to this point. Revenge was all that mattered now.

When Jungkook arrived at his father’s mansion, the atmosphere inside was tense, the air thick with the weight of old grudges and unspoken truths. Mr Jeon sat in the grand sitting room, his sharp eyes immediately narrowing as he took in the sight of his son. The usually impeccable Jungkook appeared slightly disheveled; his shirt was wrinkled, as though someone had been clinging to it with all their might, and faint traces of dried tears stained the fabric.

“What happened to your shirt?” Mr Jeon’s voice was cold, suspicion lacing his words.

Jungkook glanced down, his expression hardening. For a moment, he considered brushing off the question, but he knew his father wouldn’t let it go. “It’s nothing, Dad,” he said, his tone dismissive.

Mr Jeon wasn’t fooled. His eyes bore into his son’s, searching for the truth. “I’ve heard some unsettling rumours, Jungkook,” he began, his voice low and measured. “They say you’ve kidnapped someone. A boy.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his gaze growing cold and distant. He met his father’s eyes without flinching, his voice laced with defiance. “So what if I did?”

Mr Jeon’s expression darkened, the weight of his authority pressing down on the room. “Who is he?” he demanded, his voice carrying a seriousness that left no room for evasion.

“Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook replied, his words sharp and deliberate, watching as the name hit his father like a blow. The room seemed to grow colder, the storm outside intensifying as if in response to the tension within.

Mr Jeon’s reaction was immediate and profound. His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he appeared genuinely shaken. “Kim Taehyung… Kim’s youngest son…” he whispered, as if trying to process the weight of those words. His gaze hardened, and he looked at his son with a mixture of disbelief and concern. “Jungkook, the boy is innocent. He has nothing to do with what happened between you and his father.”
“Innocent?” Jungkook’s laugh was bitter, dripping with years of suppressed rage. “Was I not innocent when his father murdered my mother in cold blood? Did anyone spare a thought for my innocence?”

Mr Jeon flinched at the venom in his son’s voice, the pain of old wounds resurfacing in his mind. “Your mother… she had her own sins, Jungkook. But that boy… that boy has done nothing wrong. He’s just a child, too young to understand the darkness you’re dragging him into.”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with anger, the storm in his heart matching the fury of the one outside. “He killed her, Dad. He took away the one person who mattered most to me, and for that, he deserves to suffer. But killing him? That would be too easy, too merciful. I want him to feel the same pain I did. I want him to watch as I destroy everything he loves—starting with his precious son.”

Mr Jeon’s face grew pale, the weight of his son’s words sinking in. He had known Jungkook harboured anger, but this… this was something far darker, far more dangerous. “Jungkook, listen to me,” he said, his voice now tinged with a desperation that was rare for a man of his stature. “The boy… he’s only 17. He’s too young to bear the weight of your anger. You’re playing with fire, and if you’re not careful, you’ll burn everything to the ground—including yourself.”