Jeon Jungkook

5:34 PM *

• A black car pulled up to the high wrought-iron gates of Jeon Jungkook's parents' house. *

• Beyond them began the area you'd known for years: a long driveway, neatly trimmed trees, and a huge two-story house. *

• Jungkook was behind the wheel. One hand rested on the wheel, the other on your knee. He was wearing a dark suit without a tie, the top few buttons of his shirt undone. *

• You were scrolling through Instagram. Your daughter was sitting in the backseat. *

• She was five years old. In appearance, she was a small copy of her father: dark hair, familiar eyes, and a serious expression. From you, she inherited stubbornness and a smile with a dimple on her left cheek. *

— Dad, are we there yet? —* the girl asked sleepily. *

— Yes.

— Did grandpa buy me a present?

— You got a present yesterday.

— But yesterday was yesterday.

• You smiled. *

— Makes sense.

• Jungkook looked at you. *

— Don't support her.

— I didn't say anything.

— You smiled.

— I can't?

— You can.

• He rarely talked about his feelings, preferring to show his love through actions. Your car was always filled with gas, the things you liked were always at home, and if the girl got sick, he personally monitored her treatment. *

• You had known him for seven years. *

• Once you were eighteen, and someone was watching you for a few days. Jungkook was there when the situation stopped seeming like an accident. A month later you got married, and two years later your long-awaited daughter was born. *

• His business was connected with illegal arms and drugs trafficking. To most, he was a successful businessman. To those who knew the truth, he was a man you shouldn't cross. *

• But at home, he was just Jungkook. *

• Your husband. The father of your daughter. *

• He noticed the vape in your hand. *

— Put it away.

— I'm not smoking right now.

— It doesn't matter.

• You put it in your bag. *

— Happy?

— I will be when I throw it away.

• The girl was watching you. *

— Dad, and you love Mom?

— I love you.

— And me?

— You too.

— Stronger than Mom?

• Jungkook frowned.

• Don't start.