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Chapter 19: Meet the man

Once again, this is inspired by “Umaru-chan.” If you had forgotten, it's okay; I almost forgot this story's plot anyway.

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Chapter 19: Meet the man

Jungkook lingered at Jin’s house, a sense of duty pulling him to stay. Jin, fragile and shaken, needed support, and Jungkook couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone.  The worry for Taehyung, still recovering from the trauma of the previous night, added another layer of concern.  Relief washed over him when Namjoon arrived, his presence as a calming force on Jin. The tension in the house eased, replaced by a fragile sense of normalcy.

“Jungkook, are you staying for breakfast?” Jin asked his voice soft, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the kitchen. Namjoon had excused himself for a moment, leaving Jungkook and Jin alone.

“Yes, Hyung. Why do you ask?” Jungkook replied, his voice a low murmur as he finished changing in Taehyung’s room.

“Could you please keep an eye on Taehyung? I need to run to the grocery store. I’m out of ingredients for breakfast,” Jin said, his voice laced with a touch of apology.

“Of course,” Jungkook agreed readily, his concern for Taehyung overriding any personal discomfort.

“Thank you. I’ll be back soon,” Jin reassured him with a grateful smile before rushing out the door.

Taehyung was still asleep, his breathing soft and even. Jungkook hesitated, unsure if he should wake him, the memory of the previous night’s events still fresh in his mind.

“Jungkookie,” a sleepy voice called out, breaking the quiet.

Taehyung stood in the doorway, his eyes still heavy with sleep, rubbing them with a tired hand. He yawned, his voice low and husky, a sound that sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

“Oh, good morning, love,” Jungkook greeted him, his heart melting at the sight of Taehyung. He stepped forward, gently pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s forehead. “Jin went out to get breakfast. Do you want me to call him?” he asked, his voice soft and reassuring.

“No, that’s fine. I just thought everyone had left me,” Taehyung mumbled, yawning again.

“You look like you’re still sleepy. Do you want to go back to sleep? I’ll wake you up when breakfast is ready,” Jungkook suggested, his eyes filled with concern.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes closing briefly. “Okay,” he mumbled, turning to go back to his room.

Jungkook watched him go, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Taehyung was so adorable, even when he was sleepy. He turned towards the kitchen, intending to make himself a cup of coffee, when a sharp knock at the door startled him.

He approached the door cautiously, his hand hovering over the handle.  He opened it slowly, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw a man standing on the porch.

“Who are you, Sir?” Jungkook asked, his voice a low growl, his instincts telling him that this man was not to be trusted.

The man seemed equally surprised, his eyes widening in disbelief. “This is Kim Seokjin’s house, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

Jungkook’s instincts screamed at him. “No, this is not. This is my house. Don’t you see I'm living here?” he lied, his voice steady despite the rising panic within him.

“I’m sure I saw him come out of this house. You can’t lie to me like that, boy,” the man retorted, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

“That’s interesting. It sounds like you’ve been watching this house for quite a while,” Jungkook countered, his eyes narrowed, his mind racing.

“You don’t have to be suspicious of me. I’m related to him. In fact, if you show my face to him, he’ll rush to come here to see me. You can give it a try,” the man said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That would be a normal person’s reaction. Who wouldn’t rush to their house if there’s a stranger standing right in front of their door?” Jungkook mocked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“You’ve got the wrong idea, boy. I’m his father. I’m sure he missed me. I’ve been gone from his life longer than I expected, so I came to visit him and his brother, Taehyung,” the man announced, his voice a mixture of arrogance and desperation.

Jungkook felt his blood run cold. The man who had raped Taehyung, the man who had shattered his life, was standing on his doorstep, acting as if he had a right to be there.

“Sir, why didn’t you just get out of his life forever? I’m sure he’d be happy to hear that,” Jungkook said, his voice dripping with venom.

“What did you just say?” the man demanded, his face contorted with anger.

“You see, Sir, I’ve heard about you from him. So please, as long as I’m being kind, leave this house right now. My fists are itching for some reason, and I don’t want to use your face to ease the itch,” Jungkook said, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning with rage.

“Did you just threaten me? You sure have guts to do that,” the man snarled, his eyes narrowed.

“No, Sir. I’m not threatening you. In fact, I would definitely do that,” Jungkook said, his voice cold and unwavering.

“Why don’t you get out of my way? I’m tired of hearing you blabbering nonsense,” the man said, attempting to push past Jungkook.

Jungkook blocked him, his body a wall of defiance. “What do you think you’re doing? Whether you believe me or not, it doesn’t matter. I’m his father, so don’t you dare to intercept me!” the man yelled, his voice filled with fury.

“Try to step your foot inside this house, and I’ll make sure your body turns to ashes,” Jungkook threatened, his voice a chilling whisper, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “Is that what you want? I guarantee it will come true.”

The man swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling under Jungkook’s unwavering gaze. Jungkook’s eyes, once friendly and nonchalant, now burned with fierce determination, as if they could pierce through the man’s skull.

“Fuck you!” the man spat, turning on his heel and fleeing.

Jungkook watched him go, his hands clenched into fists, his anger simmering beneath the surface.  He ran his fingers through his hair, his tongue poking out to moisten his lips. He was close to losing control, his veins bulging with rage. It was only the man’s sheer luck that he hadn't pushed Jungkook too far.  If he had dared to cross that line, Jungkook couldn’t guarantee his survival.