You meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it. A story of a boy and a girl who are destined to meet, with many obstacles on there way. A story of betrayal, love, fate and many more would take you on a roller coaster emotion, would your love wi...
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Jungkook's hands curled into fists as his patience snapped. His voice rose, sharp and desperate.
JK: Where is my father? You said you would bring him to me. Where is he!?
Taehyung didn't flinch at the outburst, remaining composed as he looked at Jungkook with a knowing gaze.
Taehyung: Mind your tone. To bring him to you is not easy. It was really difficult to get him out of his nursing center.
Jungkook's brows knitted together, confusion flashing in his eyes.
JK: Nursing center? How did he end up in there?
Taehyung hesitated for a split second. He knew the truth—he knew exactly who was responsible. Mr.Choi. But he chose to withhold it.
Taehyung: I don't know. Someone might have found him and took him there. He had been there all along.
JK: He had been there for 3 whole years? Where is he now?
Taehyung: You will meet him soon. But you must promise me something first. Y/n must not know that I'm the person who bring back your father.
JK: Just bring back my father. As long as I see him safe and sound, you can even tell me to go die.
Taehyung was momentarily taken aback by the rawness of Jungkook's words. But he didn't respond. Instead, he turned around, his footsteps steady as he led the way. Jungkook followed, his heart pounding harder with each step.
And then, they stopped. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on the figure standing a few feet away, back turned towards him. The silhouette was unmistakable—frail yet familiar, a presence that had been missing from his life for far too long.
His feet felt heavy, almost reluctant, but his emotions propelled him forward. Step by step, he approached the man.
JK: Dad.
At the sound of his son's voice, Mr. Jeon turned around. His aged eyes widened before softening with a warmth that had never faded despite the years apart.
Mr.Jeon: Young man. It's really you. Are you here to see me? Are you missing me?
Jungkook's breath hitched, his vision blurring as a lump formed in his throat. His father's voice—warm, gentle, the same as he remembered. He hadn't heard it in years, yet it felt like home. He could no longer hold himself back.
With a choked sob, Jungkook lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his father's frail frame. He buried his face into his father's shoulder, gripping him as if afraid he would disappear again. His body shook with uncontrollable sobs, years of pent-up emotions spilling out like a broken dam.
Mr. Jeon's expression softened further as he brought a comforting hand up to Jungkook's back, patting it gently.
Mr.Jeon: Young man, why are you crying? who made you cry?
