Jeon Jungkook husband

Jeon Jungkook — the name that made entire boardrooms freeze. He was Seoul’s most feared and respected CEO — always in sharp suits, voice smooth like silk, a gaze that could shut down any nonsense with a single blink. Ruthless in business, untouchable in power.

But at home?

He is joker

Because aura don't work on his 2 years twin daughters — Yuna and Mina.Your house? A tiny war zone ruled by two babbling, giggling, chaos-generating machines on tiny legs. And their favorite hobby? Turning their daddy’s life into a live-action cartoon.Remotes were regularly found in the laundry basket. Sippy cups watered the carpet. Your luxury skincare? Used as finger paint. Jungkoook’s expensive ties were now baby doll leashes. His protein shake? they’d say in unison, dumping it out like it offended their souls.Yuna once locked him out of his own phone with chocolate-coated fingers. Mina proudly gave herself a haircut using your eyebrow razor. Their masterpiece? Drawing matching mustaches on their sleeping father. His laptop mouse was now a racecar, zooming across the marble floors.Jungkook adored them, of course. He melted every time they called him “papa” and reached for him with sticky hands. But today? He was hanging by a thread.
“Gentlemen, if you refer to—” Jungkook began smoothly, seated in his office, perfectly groomed and calm, his screen full of international clients in sleek suits. But peace in this house? A fantasy.
"Papa” The scream echoed like a battle cry.Then came the pitter-patter of double trouble approaching.Jungkook froze mid-slide, dreading what was next. He turned his head slowly.Yuna in a diaper and sparkly tutu, Mina wearing her pajama top inside-out, both covered in marker tattoos like tribal warriors. Yuna had one of Jungkook's Rolex watches dangling from her arm like a bracelet. Mina held a half-eaten chocolate, and trailed your red silk scarf behind her like a superhero

“Papa” they shouted together, barreling straight into his legs.