Even Though You Won't Be Mine °rosé

ch; 33

°BREAKING

"How dare you show your face here you scumbag—" Mrs. Kim screamed in anguish, trying to claw at the man's face. The waiters had to interfere before that could happen but her mouth could not be shut, filling the place with raging waves of words. "You son of a b—"

"Mrs. Kim," it was a wrong time for Mrs. Jung to speak up and she finds that too late when the other lady zeroed on her with flashing eyes of betrayal.

"And you!" She laughed hysterically, pushing off the grasp of the waiters in a harsh manner as she fixes herself. "I am confused Mrs. Jung, truly I am. It must've been a sign of my aging that I have heard wrong, please do say so."

"I will explain everything Mrs. Kim, I will," she says calmly, although the shaking of her hand is a giveaway that the event had been unexpected and it will soon delve into a chaotic stage. "Please let us—"

But everything must come to an end and everything must be revealed. "How about you don't?" The man cuts in.

"Please just keep quiet," Mrs. Jung says with gritted teeth, unable to handle all of the things in a sudden. "This has nothing to do with you."

"I'm her father, everything about her has something to do with me." The flash in his eyes leaves no argument to be made. He looked at Roseanne who had been behind them all this time, mouth dry and body feeling unresponsive.

"Then I believe everything I've heard is precisely true," Mrs. Kim's tone was even, but her eyes were holding back the second wave of her gnashing anger.

"Mrs. Jung, I assure you, there's nothing to believe—"

"What is going on?" Roseanne speaks for the first time, earning their attentions. Her expression is full of confusion and dread that her mom had to hold her hand to ease her.

"Nothing sweety," her mom smiled, pulling her away from the scene. "It's better if you go home."

"He says he's my father," she whispered, eyes going back and forth the man and her mom who's eyes are pleading. "Then what about—what about—" she chokes on her words. "I'm confused."

"I'm your father Roseanne," the man said softly, worried that he may add to the storm of emotions the girl must be feeling right now.

"No, my father's in a business trip overseas," she said. "I've been told, he's just busy and—and he'll be home soon."

The man sighs, not forgetting to glare at Mrs. Jung. "Then it shouldn't be taking this long if that were true." He confesses to her. "He's not in a business trip Roseanne."

Roseanne had to tune out everything else as her breathing fastened with everything she has revealed. And after all that, her mind becomes chaotic until it settles on one thing, Jungkook.

They only stop raising  their voices when they notice Roseanne dashing out, away from them.

"Please don't call off the marriage he's—he's not connected to her in any way—"

"This isnt about the marriage Yoojin!" She said, disbelief evident in her tone as it rang inside the private room they have asked after earlier. "Have you ever thought what will happen? You've kept a secret from your own daughter, you know how this would turn out. You kept this from—from me! And that's all you could think about? If I would call off the marriage? What is wrong with you?"

"I want what's best for my son and I know she's best for him, that's why I agreed to this. I saw someone who can help him while they help themselves. This wasn't about the damn money."

"I'm asking you, if you know what's best for your daughter. Have you been telling her she's doing this for the company because you know what's best for her?"

"Jungkook grew up emotionally challenge he can't love, he feels he can't be loved. And no matter what I do, it's not going to change. And I found a way to. What about you? You never spoke with your daughter properly for twelve years until you had to get her married. And what's worse, you never told her she's an illegitimate child, a child out of your own selfishness!?"

Mrs. Jung's eyes were moist, every word sinking in with great weight that prevents from saying anything without her voice wavering.

The guilt did not sit well inside her, and looking back, the truth hurt.

"I will never ever call of the wedding just because of I have something against her father, they're not us. And now, I've never been happy that she's not any of her parents. I will never take their happiness away but it will not be I who tells her the truth."

Jungkook smiled at the table filled with Roseanne's favorite food, all in their fancy cutlery. He's sure his mom would disown him if she finds out that he used the plates she tried so hard to take care over the course of years, but he think it's better to use them than to be kept. They're not decorations.

His stomach grumbled at the smell, he's getting hungry already. But it's not for him so he has to wait, and the smile he's hoping from Roseanne would be worth it anyway. Yup, he's the best cook.

Okay, he's not. They're from her favorite restaurants but who cares, effort counts.

He checked his phone for the time in anticipation. Roseanne should be home already. A little but worried, he tapped for her contact id—

"Roseanne!"

The door suddenly opened. Excited, he walked towards her and pulled her into a hug, smiling after. But the reaction he gets made him furrow his eyebrows, pulling away slightly as he checked her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, brushing away her surprisingly unkempt hair. Jungkook thinks she's still beautiful nevertheless but the crestfallen expression on her face didn't add up.

Roseanne finally looked at him, making him more worried when her eyes becomes teary that he pulled her in his arms again. "It's alright," he doesn't even know what's alright but he felt like saying that instead of saying nothing and making it worse.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed against his shoulder, fingers curling in his shirt as she pulled him closer. "I'm so sorry."

He wanted to ask her what he was apologizing for but the way she was holding onto him makes him put it to another time. Whatever reason for her tears, he's making sure he'd end it.