Journey to Faith//JJk FF

Part 35 🦋

One Year Later

The glass conference room of Blisoo Industry had never felt so suffocating. Everything was clean, polished, cold just like the way this world treated emotions. The long table stretched before her, empty coffee cups and untouched documents scattered across it, as if they could cover the silence weighing down the room.

Jisoo sat at the end of the table, back straight, knuckles white from clenching the arms of her chair. Her voice cracked through the still air.

"It's been a year," she said, slowly deliberately. "A year, and you still can't find him?"

Across from her sat the lead investigator, called into this high-security corporate building for the hundredth time. Behind him stood two junior officers, heads bowed, hands clasped.

"We've searched every region, Miss jeon," the man replied carefully. "From Seoul to Busan, even offshore leads. CCTV, private intel, GPS tracking, nothing. Jungkook Jeon... he didn't just disappear. It's like he was erased."

"Don't say that." Her voice cut through his like glass. "You don't get to say his name like that. He's not a file in your cabinet. He's my brother."

Her voice broke, and she turned her face to the floor, ashamed of the tears brimming in her eyes. She had promised herself she wouldn't cry in front of them these strangers who only saw numbers, not souls.

The room fell into silence again. A heavy, suffocating quiet.

And then a hand.

A familiar one.

She flinched.

Her eyes slowly turned. Mr. Jeonher father was standing behind her, hand resting on her shoulder like a ghost. She stared at him for a second before brushing it off and pulling away, her expression unreadable.

He stepped forward, trying to mask the guilt that had been slowly killing him over the past year. "Jisoo..." he said softly, "Please. You need to let go. You're hurting yourself."

She laughed bitterly, looking away. "Hurting myself?" she echoed, her voice rising. "You think this pain is something I'm choosing?"

Lisa and Mark sat quietly across the room, far from her line of fire, but she could feel their guilt hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Their eyes refused to meet hers.

They had sent him there. They had let him go alone.

To Zara's house.

And he never came back.

And they never told her.

Because they knew if Jisoo ever found out, the storm inside her would destroy everything. She loved Zara, yes. But not more than she loved her little brother.

Mr. Jeon sat across from her now, his tone gentle, almost rehearsed. "Jisoo, we all miss him. But obsessing over this bringing in police, disrupting the board meetings, threatening staff this isn't helping anyone."

She turned sharply to face him. "You have no right to say that."

"Jisoo-"

"No!" she yelled. "You don't get to pretend now. You spent years making him feel like a burden. Always comparing, always criticizing. You told him he wasn't good enough to lead this company. You said he didn't deserve love. And now now that he's gone, you want me to move on? Like it's just another business decision?"

Her voice shattered in the room like broken glass.

Mr. Jeon sat still, staring down at the polished table, not saying a word. Because deep down he knew.