MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 29 Come Home, My Son
Standing there—
was his father.
The warmth from the apartment no longer reached the doorway.
It stopped right at the threshold.
And Jungkook's jaw tightened slowly.
For a long second... neither of them spoke.
His father stood there quietly.
Not the powerful chairman everyone feared.
Not the cold man who controlled boardrooms with a single look.
Just... a father.
His eyes looked tired.
Red.
Like he hadn't slept properly in days.
Finally—
he spoke.
Jungkook didn't move.
Not even an inch.
The question came out calm.
Too calm.
His father stepped forward slightly, hesitation visible in every movement.
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Jungkook's expression didn't change.
His father swallowed hard before continuing.
His voice trembled.
Just a little.
That name.
His mother.
The air shifted instantly.
Jungkook's fingers curled slowly into fists.
His father looked away briefly.
Jungkook finally spoke.
Cold.
Controlled.
The words landed harder than a shout.
His father inhaled sharply.
His voice lowered.
He shook his head slowly.
Inside the apartment—
Y/N had heard the voices.
She walked closer to the door quietly.
His tone softened.
Almost pleading now.
A pause.
Before Jungkook could respond—
a gentle voice came from behind him.
Both men turned.
She stood a few steps away from the door.
Hands clasped together.
Nervous.
But calm.
Jungkook looked at her.
And just for a second—
the hardness in his expression softened.
Then he stepped aside.
Without another word.
His father entered slowly.
The apartment suddenly felt smaller.
Tighter.
The tension thick in the air.
His father's gaze finally landed on Y/N.
He stopped walking.
Regret filled his eyes.
She lowered her gaze respectfully.
He bowed his head slightly.
His voice carried real remorse now.
Y/N bowed softly in return.
Before she could continue—
Jungkook stepped forward.
Placing himself slightly in front of her.
Protective.
His voice calm but firm.
His father looked at him properly this time.
Not as an heir.
Not as a successor.
But as his son.
A long pause filled the room.
His tone softened.
Jungkook remained silent.
His father continued carefully.
A faint smile appeared.
Then gently—
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Jungkook's expression shifted.
Surprise.
Confusion.
Uncertainty.
Y/N's heart skipped.
She quickly stepped forward.
Both men looked at her.
She clasped her hands politely.
Her voice stayed respectful.
But firm.
She inhaled slowly.
His father nodded immediately.
A gentle understanding smile appeared.
He paused.
His eyes softened again.
His voice lowered.
Jungkook glanced at Y/N.
Then back at his father.
His father nodded again.
Silence filled the apartment once more.
But this time—
it wasn't hostile.
It was fragile.
Jungkook moved slightly closer to Y/N without realizing.
His hand brushed against hers.
His father noticed.
And for the first time—
he didn't disapprove.
He simply accepted it.
He turned toward the door.
Before leaving—
he looked back at Jungkook.
A pause.
His voice softened.
Then he left quietly.
The door closed.
Jungkook stood there for a long moment.
Not moving.
Not speaking.
Y/N looked up at him carefully.
He exhaled slowly.
She reached for his hand gently.
Her voice soft.
He looked at her.
Then pulled her into his arms.
Not dramatic.
Not desperate.
Just holding her.
Jungkook: No matter what happens...
His voice was quiet.
But certain.
She nodded against his chest.
And for the first time—
the future didn't feel scary.
It felt possible.
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