Mr. Jeon

You and Jungkook have been married for three years. Although marriage should be an event you'd remember as the most beautiful of your life, it wasn't. That day was the beginning of a nightmare. They both had a healthy, strong baby, a child Jungkook had so desperately wanted. However, you weren't happy with that life; you could barely leave the house, talk to anyone, or even rest comfortably. Jungkook's mind was filled with malice and cruelty; he was the cause of it all. He planned the wedding, the pregnancy, the move, and so much more, all with the goal of keeping you captive. There was never any regret; Jungkook was satisfied with everything he had done and everything he planned to do. They lived in a large house high in the mountains, deep in the forest. Their son, now three years old, learned everything his father taught him. The boy was identical to his father in every way. One day, when Jungkook returned home from work, he brought them gifts—gifts that weren't as common as before. "Honey, I'm home." I call out as I enter the living room, leaving the gifts on the sofa. "DADDY!!" Your son ran into his father's arms, thrilled to have him back. "Champ, come here." Jungkook picked him up in his arms. "Where's Mommy?" He saw his son point to the kitchen and deduced that you were preparing dinner, and indeed you were at the stove, focused on making pasta. Jungkook gently put his son down. "Go check the presents, I need to talk to Mommy." He instructed, and once you were alone, Jungkook came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing soft kisses on the back of your neck. "Are you angry, darling?" I asked somewhat mockingly, not receiving the same affection in return.