𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 || 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐧✔️

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Jungkook's POV 

  "But, appa-" 

 "No excuses, Jungkook. You're the only son I trust. Either you comply, or your loved one suffers. You know my influence, Jeon Jungkook." 

 Before I could respond, he abruptly ended the call. I sighed heavily, pocketing my phone. 

 Glancing out the window of my office on the 30th floor of Jeon Company, I observed Seoul's bustling cityscape. Lost in thought, I pondered my unwanted role as CEO, thrust upon me by family expectations. Why me? I wasn't the only heir in the family.

 I always obeyed my father's commands, fearing he might resurrect my darkest fears. People might call me a coward for not standing up to him, but they didn't know about my vulnerability to love. 

 And nobody knew the depths to which my father could sink.

 For over nine years, he'd used the same threat against me, and as I neared my 24th, it felt like half my life under this shadow. 

He menaced to kill my beloved Jin hyung, the person I adored, the one I wanted to shout my love for from rooftops.I couldn't let my father snatch away the love of my life. After losing eomma, her disappearance shrouded in mystery, I'd tried to move on as per my father's wishes. But curiosity nagged at me. We had the resources to find her, so why this block? 

 Was I truly a coward?

 A knock interrupted my reverie, prompting me to call out, "Come in," as I settled back at my desk.

 "Sir, Mr. Park is here."

 "Let him in," I replied monotone, disinterest evident. 

 "Good evening, Mr. Jeon," he smirked. 

 "What do you want now?" I focused on my documents, indifferent to his presence. 

 "You know exactly what I want, Jeon."

 "I've said it a thousand times. I don't know," I maintained a calm tone despite the simmering frustration within me. The need to slap the shit out of him so that we would finally understand the meaning of 'i don't know'. 

He chuckled and approached me. "How can Jeon Jeonghae's son be clueless?" His grip on my chin forced me to face him. "What kind of son are you?" His proximity irked me.

 I stayed composed. 

"Who gave you the right to touch me?" I growled softly.

 "Fiesty, ouch!" he taunted.

"Shut up," I pushed his hand away, adjusting my glasses and returning to my work. 

 "Hmm, I guess you, little one, is just too stubborn," he sat opposite me, clicking his tongue. 

 "Listen, Jeon. I know your father'e every move. I know he threatens you by targeting your lover... I persume.." My eyes widened in surprise. His smirk deepened. How did he gain such information? I have yet to confide in anyone, not even Seokjin hyung. 

 "Surprised, Jeon? Uncomfortable? Why can't you defy your father for once? Too scared, darling?" He mocked.

 "Get out of my office."

 He lingered, looking puzzled. 

 "I said get the fuck out of my office! Damn! Do you even understand language?" I raised my voice slightly.

 "Okay. Okay. Pleasure seeing you again. But remember," he leaned in, "I won't stop bugging you until you spill the beans." 

 He exited, leaving me to hurl my punch hole in frustration and vent aloud,