The storm had only begun, and the Kim household was its epicenter. Angelina had officially filed for custody of Jungkook, igniting a battle that promised no mercy. For Mr. Kim, losing Jungkook wasn’t just about family—it was about losing control, and that was unacceptable.
The Custody Case Is Filed
Angelina sat across from her lawyer, Soo-jin, in a pristine yet tense office. Her hands trembled as she clutched the journal that contained the dark truths of Mr. Kim’s cruelty.
“I can’t let Jungkook stay with him anymore,” Angelina said, her voice firm despite her shaking hands. “He’s not safe there.”
Soo-jin nodded, her face serious. “Filing for custody won’t be easy. Mr. Kim is powerful, and his influence extends into the legal system. He’ll fight this with everything he has.”
“I don’t care,” Angelina replied, her voice breaking. “Jungkook is my son, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him.”
Soo-jin gave her a reassuring smile. “Then we’ll build a strong case. We’ll use the journal, character witnesses, and if Jungkook is willing, his testimony. But be prepared—Mr. Kim will fight dirty.”
That same day, the papers were filed, and the legal system was set into motion. The news hit Mr. Kim like a thunderbolt, but instead of retreating, he prepared for war.
The Night of Terror
As the custody case loomed, Mr. Kim’s demeanor darkened. He couldn’t afford to lose Jungkook, not just for the sake of control but because the boy’s testimony could destroy him.
Late one night, after the rest of the family had gone to bed, Mr. Kim summoned Jungkook to his private study.
The room was soundproof, its walls lined with bookshelves and thick carpet that muffled every sound. The ominous silence was broken only by the soft tap of Mr. Kim’s fingers against the desk.
“Close the door,” he said, his voice cold and emotionless.
Jungkook hesitated, his heart pounding, but he obeyed.
“Do you know what your mother has done?” Mr. Kim asked, standing and walking toward him.
Jungkook swallowed hard. “She filed for custody.”
Mr. Kim smirked. “And do you know what that means for you?”
Jungkook shook his head, trembling.
“It means,” Mr. Kim continued, his voice dropping dangerously low, “that if you don’t do exactly as I say, she’ll lose. And so will you.”
Before Jungkook could respond, Mr. Kim grabbed a long, slender cane from behind his desk. He struck it against his palm, the sharp crack echoing through the room.
“Take off your shirt,” Mr. Kim ordered.
“Sir, please—” Jungkook pleaded, stepping back.
“Now!”
Jungkook reluctantly obeyed, tears streaming down his face as he removed his shirt, revealing his slender frame.
The first strike landed across his back, the pain searing through him like fire. He cried out, his knees buckling, but Mr. Kim showed no mercy.
“You think you can betray me?!” Mr. Kim roared, striking him again. “You think your mother can save you?!”
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FATE (BTS version)
FanfictionThe story of a child who's life has always been hell since the age of 7 . Who was always hungry for just some love. Kook : Appa please believe me, I didn't do anything.. (tears in eyes) Mr Kim : Oh really ? how could you do something like this jun...
