A love created (Jeon Jungkook)

The world finally collapsed when the city decided to hunt him. Fire, torches, hatred.
Bella stepped in front of him.
— If you want to destroy him… you'll have to go through me.
That was when Jungkook understood: he wasn't a mistake. He was loved. They fled that dawn, far away from the civilization that wasn't ready for them. In a simple house, surrounded by nature, Bella ceased to be just a creator… and Jungkook ceased to be just a creation. They became two souls stitched together by pain, but united by love. And, for the first time, Jungkook didn't feel like a monster. Because monsters don't know how to love like this.
when we arrived at the small cabin in the forest, I gathered some wood and lit a fire, worrying more about you than myself; I took your hand and sat you down near the fire and looked for some things so we could try to sleep
Jungkook: Bella, stop, you need to get warm you approached me, touching my arms

Bella always believed that science should not exist without humanity.
While other scientists sought fame, power, or the impossible simply out of vanity, Bella sought redemption. Her entire life was dedicated to proving that even that which is born from chaos deserves love.
In the basement of her isolated laboratory, far from the city that called her crazy, she worked in silence. Metal tables, wires, bottles, handwritten notes. And, at the center of it all, him.
The body she had created was not a monster to her. It was a potential life.
"You won't be a freak…" Bella whispered, her voice trembling, as she adjusted the last cables. "I promise."
That night, the storm raged. Lightning streaked across the sky as if the universe itself were watching what was about to be born.
When the lever was pulled, the energy coursed through every thread, every carefully stitched scar. The heart beat. Once. Twice.
And then… their eyes opened.
Black. Deep. Confusing.
Bella fell to her knees, tears streaming uncontrollably.
— You… you're alive.
He was breathing heavily, as if the world were too heavy for him. His body was strong, marked by scars, but his eyes… were innocent.
"J-Jungkook…" she said, pronouncing the name she had chosen with such care. "That's your name."
He didn't understand the words, but he understood the tone. And her tone was sweet. There was never any fear in her voice.
As the days passed, Bella taught him everything. To walk, to talk, to smile. She read books aloud. She played soft music. She cleaned his wounds like a mother… but the world wouldn't allow that innocence to remain for long. When Jungkook was first seen outside the lab, the screams began.
— Monster!
— What an abomination!
Destroy it!