Love in the Shadows (KTH x reader x JJK) (18+)

Chapter 21

Jungkook's POV-

As I sat in my cabin, surrounded by the memories of her, a storm of emotions brewed within me. Clutching her photo tightly, I couldn't help but feel the rage boiling beneath the surface at the thought of Kim Taehyung taking her away from me. I clenched my fist, my knuckles turning white as anger flashed in my eyes.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie. Swiftly hiding the photo in a drawer, I called for the person to enter. It was my trusted ally, bearing the file I had requested. "Jungkook, I've got the file you needed," he announced as he entered the room. Taking it from him, I scanned through the details with a determined gaze.

"Hyung, this is the one," I confirmed, my tone resolute. "How did you manage to get it so soon? I hope you didn't put yourself in any danger."

He reassured me with a confident smile. "Don't worry, Jungkook. I had someone else handle the dirty work. No one will suspect a thing. Now, tell me, what's the plan? What are you going to do with this?"

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned back in my chair. "It's time to pay Kim Taehyung a visit."

My ally's eyes widened with curiosity. "Are you serious? What do you have in mind?"

Leaning forward, I explained my plan in detail, the anticipation of revenge fueling my every word. "We'll use this file to expose his schemes, to turn the tables on him. It's time he faces the consequences of his actions."

My ally nodded in understanding, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan. Let's make him pay for what he's done."

With a determined nod, I rose from my seat, the fire of vengeance burning bright within me. "Yes. It's time to set things right."

Y/N's POV-

I was on the verge of leaving for the office when Mr. Kim stopped me in my tracks with an unexpected statement. "I have something for you," he declared, his tone oddly neutral. Perplexed, I furrowed my brows in confusion, unable to fathom what he could possibly be offering.

As he handed me a small box, my curiosity intensified. With a mixture of surprise and disbelief, I opened it to find a sleek mobile phone nestled inside. My eyes widened in astonishment as I looked up at him, searching for an explanation behind this unexpected gesture.

Mr. Kim met my gaze with his usual stoic demeanour, offering no hint of sentiment or motive. Sensing my silent inquiry, he simply stated, "Yesterday, you mentioned not having a phone. I thought this might be useful for you. I've already set it up with the necessary contacts, including mine."

Conflicted emotions swirled within me as I held the phone in my hand, a tangible reminder of Mr. Kim's unexpected gesture. Despite my best efforts to quell them, unfamiliar sensations tugged at my heartstrings, conflicting with the rationality of my mind.

My brain echoed the warnings of logic, reminding me of the circumstances that led to this marriage - forced upon me by Mr. Kim's coercion. Oppa's wishes for me to marry Jungkook lingered in the recesses of my memory, a testament to the life I once envisioned.

Yet, despite the weight of these obligations and the resentment I harboured towards Mr. Kim for his actions, an inexplicable pull towards him emerged from the depths of my being. It was a disconcerting realization, one that clashed with the narrative of animosity I had constructed in my mind.

Struggling to reconcile these conflicting emotions, I resolved to bury any inklings of affection towards Mr. Kim beneath the facade of resentment and anger. I reminded myself of the injustice of this union, clinging to the conviction that I should feel nothing towards him but disdain.