Jeon Jungkook' Wound

— Take this child, take him. I don’t need him!

"Yes? Fine. But I'm taking him not because I love him, but because it's not his fault that his mother is his. Just a cheap prostitute." The door closes with a dull thud, leaving Jansa alone.

April 27.

— Will you be able to raise him as your son?

• Mr. Chong...this, this is too much responsibility, and yet, he is your son.

"That's why I want you to raise him. You're my housekeeper, I can't trust him to anyone else. He needs breast milk, I'll give him to you for four years. Then I'll take him back. Take care of him."

March 3rd.

Little Hangu, who was raised by a housekeeper, now lives in an orphanage because she left. The woman he considered his mother died. Hangu wasn't to blame; he was innocent of all wrongdoing. But Jungkook never took him, giving him to the housekeeper, who was ill. As promised, she raised him as her own for four years, only... after four years had passed. The man didn't take his son, and the woman couldn't cope with her illness. Now Hangu is five years old and lives in an orphanage. He doesn't know his father, and he doesn't know his real mother.

And it would be better for him not to know. Because she doesn't deserve her son to know about her. About the lifestyle she led, and who she eventually became. Soon after Jungkook learned that the woman who raised his son had died, a man flew in from New York. He finally took the boy, but he didn't love him. There was no love for his firstborn; Hangu was a stranger to him. Even though he was his own son, he didn't become one in his heart and soul. Now the boy lives with his father, in a large mansion abroad. Korea was familiar to him, but now his life will be in America. That's what his father wanted. After all, that's where Jungkook's business is.

New nannies, a new housekeeper. All of this was just background noise for Hangu; that woman was his own. His beloved mother. Even if not by blood. But now she's gone, and all his father does is work. Yes, Jungkook is raising his son, but he doesn't give him love; he simply doesn't know how. He doesn't know what love is; he doesn't need it at all.

We will never be kindred spirits and hearts. But I would be like your father. I would try to do everything so that you would become a worthy person, worthy of this cruel world. Forgive me, I don’t love you as my son. But I won’t abandon you. I won’t abandon you – because you don’t deserve this, it’s not your fault.