Obsessed Boss

Chapter 23

My father's eyes bore into me, and I knew he could see the truth. "With what, Jungkook?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. "Or should I say, with whom?" The room felt like it was closing in around me, the air thick with accusation.

"Dad," I began, my voice shaking, "it's nothing like that. I was just-"

But my father didn't give me a chance to explain. "You think you can do whatever you want and I won't find out?" His words were a whip crack in the silence, slicing through the air like a sharpened blade. "You think that just because I didn't say anything that means I'm oblivious to the mess you're making of your life?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "Dad, I can explain," I began, my voice shaking. "It was a mistake. I swear, it won't happen again. Also I've got everything under control now."

"You had it under control?" He snatched up a stack of papers from the desk beside him and threw them at me. It felt like a slap as it hit my face, the pages fluttering through the air. They smacked into my face, the corners cutting into my skin, the force of his anger a physical presence in the room. "Is this what you call control, Being exposed like a common whore?" The disgust in his tone was palpable, and Jungkook felt his cheeks burn with shame.

The papers fluttered to the floor, and as I looked down, the headlines stared back at me in bold, accusatory letters: "Kim Taehyung: Uncovering Jeon Jungkook's Dark Secrets," "The Facade of Power: How the CEO Exploits the Innocent."

I sank to my knees, the papers scattered around me like the shattered remains of my world. My hands trembled as I picked them up, my eyes scanning the damning headlines. " Taehyung's Testimony: The Truth Behind the Boardroom" "The Dark Side of Success: Jungkook's Twisted Road to the Top," "Taehyung's Brave Escape from Jungkook's Clutches."

My mind raced, trying to piece together how this could have happened. The words swam before my eyes, a blur of betrayal and anger. "How?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How did this get out?"

"How?" he roared, his fists clenching. "Thanks to your inability to keep your... urges in check!" He spat the words out like they were poison. "You've brought this scandal upon yourself, Jungkook. And for what? For a fleeting moment of pleasure with that... that thing?"

The words were a dagger in my heart, but I knew he was right. I had been foolish, reckless. I had let my desire for Taehyung cloud my judgment, and now the consequences were staring me in the face, threatening to rip apart everything I had worked so hard to build.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "I didn't know it would go this far. But I promise, I will take care of it." I rose to my feet, my knees trembling slightly. "I'll fix it. I'll make sure no one speaks of this again."

Mr. Park looked at me, his gaze a mix of pity and fear. "There's also a video, Mr. Jeon," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jin didn't think it was necessary to show you, but I believe you should be aware of everything."

Jin hyung's eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "It's not important," he said quickly, his voice tight with anxiety. "Mr. Jeon, please, let it go."

But my father cut him off with a sharp look. "Show me," he barked, his voice like a gunshot in the tense silence.

"Dad, please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper as I stumbled backward, the blood draining from my face. "Please don't watch it." I knew what the video contained, and the thought of my father seeing it was too much to bear.

"What is it?" Jungkook's father demanded, his eyes boring into me with a fury that could have melted steel. "What could be worse than what's already in these papers?"