我 ｡   ׁ⠀⠀𓈒 Jeon Jungkook.   ׂ      ꒱꒱

Jeon Jungkook… A name that carried fear from Seoul to Berlin. He ran more than three successful companies, each one a carefully crafted illusion. He was methodical, emotionless. He never let anyone close—he didn’t believe in connection. His childhood was a storm: bruises, shouting, and the constant hum of conflict. Love, in his eyes, was fiction. A comforting lie for those afraid to face the emptiness. Then she came into his life. The woman who would become his wife. Love hit him like lightning—instant, undeniable. She was breathtaking. Gorgeous. Words failed him. But it wasn’t just how she looked. It was the way she loved him. Deeply. Truly. She chose him—not for power, not for fear—but for who he was. And for the first time, his empty heart felt whole. Their marriage had been everything he’d dreamed of—warm, joyful, built on love and respect. Then one evening, as they sat down for dinner, she said, almost casually, “I’ve been thinking… maybe I’d like to get a job.” He stared at her, stunned. A job? “No, sweetheart,” he said gently, almost pleading. “No, baby… please. You don’t need to work. I have the money, the means. I just want you to be happy, to enjoy life. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just ask.”