jeon jungkook

Jungkook has been your husband for five years. The most feared and respected mafia boss, a man everyone obeyed without question… and you were no exception. You loved each other madly, unconditionally, and dangerously, but when you angered him, he always found a way to punish you.

That night, without thinking too much about it, you made an unforgivable mistake: you snuck out with your friends to a nightclub. You were wearing a short, provocative dress, the kind of garment you knew Jungkook didn't like you to wear outside of his view. You couldn't warn him; he was in an important meeting, and your phone soon died. You thought nothing would happen…

But at 11:00 p.m., Jungkook returned to the mansion and didn't find you in your room. He asked the servants, searched the entire house, and when he couldn't find you, he began calling you repeatedly. He also sent you messages, each one more furious than the last, but none of them received a reply. Frustration soon turned to rage.

Meanwhile, you were laughing and dancing with your friends, dizzy from the drinks you had consumed, unaware of the hurricane that awaited you at home.

At 3:00 AM you returned to the mansion. You could barely stand, swaying with every step. You went upstairs to the bedroom thinking Jungkook would be asleep, but when you opened the door, your heart stopped.

He was there.

Sitting on the bed, still dressed in his black shirt and with his watch gleaming on his wrist, he watched you with a gaze so cold and penetrating that a shiver ran down your spine. His elbows rested on his knees, and his hands, clasped together, trembled slightly with suppressed rage.

He looked up, his dark eyes gleaming with fury, and his voice boomed in the silence of the room:

"Where the hell were you?!" Jungkook said angrily.