“What do you mean?!” Jungkook demanded. His father had just concluded his vastly significant speech and was as stupefied by the message that had been delivered through it. In addition to the blow, he couldn’t believe that his father would keep such major details from him - his only son.
“I mean what I mean. Wasn’t my speech clarifying enough?” they have reached the main living space and settled upon separate seats. In spite of Jungkook’s secretion of distress, his father remains unfazed.
“No! Why have you kept this from me?” the perplexed prince enquires after finally regulating his asymmetrical breathing.
“I have my reasons…”
“And you choose to keep those to yourself as well?!” Jungkook wasn’t aware of his blaring voice, and although it was as booming as an echoing thunderclap, the mild, coarse hack of his father was enough to silence him with an overwhelming wave of worry.
“I apologise but I thought it best to keep you from fretting over something so trifle.” his son gazed at his slumped form. Jungkook had shot up when delivering his argumentative statements but his dad remained seated, almost seeming to slouch further with the ever-present weight of his illness. It was confusing to the prince how he was not able to determine the sufferings of his only father. The symptoms should’ve hit him right away. Maybe it had, but he was too engrossed in his own self that he couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge anything.
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