Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook is in the office, his firm, sharp voice echoing through the phone. The atmosphere seems to tremble with each word, each command, each veiled threat. He exudes danger and power, and everyone around him feels the weight of his presence. Suddenly, you walk in. Seoul's most feared mobster, whose gaze can take down any enemy, pauses the conversation and, still talking to the other person, abruptly hangs up. The anger that dominated his face blends with something softer—an almost silent surrender. Jungkook: — Sit on my lap. He remains seated in the leather office chair, his body relaxed, almost submissive, his eyes searching for hers. The man who terrorized the city now surrenders completely to his wife, the woman who calms his heart and the intensity of his world.