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Taehyung lay there, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, staring at her husband, Jungkook, who was peacefully sleeping beside her.
His soft hair gently fell over his forehead, and his cheeks were pressed into the pillow, making him look so calm and serene.
His milky skin seemed to glow in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
Tae couldn't help but envy the peace he had, wishing she could fall asleep as easily as he did.
But life had other plans for her.
She wasn't just a wife.
She was a mother, a mother to three 2-year-old triplets born at the same time, daughters who were anything but calm.
They were spoiled little brats, always demanding attention, always needing something. Tae's heart ached with love for them, but at that moment, she felt utterly drained.
It was 5 AM, and the house was quiet, except for the soft sound of her children's restless movement.
Her triplets were wide awake, their big, round brown eyes sparkling in the darkness.
Their eyes weren't just full of life, though, they were glassy, desperate.
Their tiny hands reached out toward her, fingers stretching, trying to drink their mother's breast milk.
Tae's heart clenched as she tried to figure out who needed her the most.
She was exhausted, physically and mentally, not sure who to feed first, her mind muddled with confusion.
All three of them cried for her, their innocent faces glowing in the soft light, and she felt torn. The weight of motherhood, the sleepless nights, the constant giving, it was overwhelming.
She wanted to hold them all and make everything better, but right now, she could barely keep her eyes open.
Tae scoffed and carefully pulled Eunji close to her chest, as she was near her.
She pulled down her nightgown and br#, revealing her pink, sw0ll3n nlppl3 covered with fresh, dark red hlckeys, marks left by her h0rny husband.
As she br3astfed Eunji, her two daughters, Yumi and Lina, started crying loudly. Tae held back her own tears, feeling overwhelmed with frustration.
Jungkook scrunched his face in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes in annoyance.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes, then looked down at their crying babies.
"Shut them up," he said coldly, as usual.
As he stood up, walked straight to the attached bathroom. As soon as he entered and locked the door, he turned on the tap to drown out the sound of his babies crying before starting his bath.
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Tae scoffed, shaking her head in frustration, then sat on the bed. Her little babies sat up in front of her in a neat row, their big doe eyes staring at her with innocent anticipation.
Her heart softened, but she sighed.
She couldn't feed all three of them at once, she only had two br3asts.
She came up with a plan. Tae grabbed a small stuffed bunny from the bedside and held it up.
"Let's play a game," she said softly, trying to distract them. "Whoever catches the bunny gets to drink Mama's milk first!"
Her babies, still too young to fully understand, only giggled, their tiny hands reaching out. Tae waved the bunny in front of them, then quickly tossed it onto the bed.
"Go get it!" she encouraged.
The little ones crawled and waddled toward it, their tiny bodies stumbling over each other in excitement. Lina was the quickest, grabbing the bunny and hugging it tightly.
Tae smiled. "Lina wins!"
Before she could prepare herself, Lina squealed and climbed onto her lap, latching onto her br3ast. The sudden pressure made Tae shiver, her body was still too sensitive, the hlckeys and rough svcking from her husband last night making it harder to bear.
She exhaled softly, brushing Lina's hair back. "Be gentle with Mama's milk, okay?" she whispered. "Or Mama will stop feeding."
Lina suckled slower, her tiny fingers gripping Tae's nightgown.
Meanwhile, the other two watched with wide, impatient eyes, waiting for their turn. Tae knew she had to keep them distracted.
"Okay, next round," she said, picking up the bunny again.
Even though she was exhausted, her body aching from both motherhood and her husband's touch, she smiled.
This was her life now.
And despite everything, she wouldn't trade it for the world.
^^^
Time skipped
The morning sun rose slowly, casting a golden glow over the room, but Tae hadn't slept a wink.
Even after br3astfeeding, her little brats refused to settle. They clung to her, making it impossible to even catch her breath.
Now, kneeling beside the bathtub, she carefully bathed them, her hands gentle as she poured warm water over their tiny bodies.
The bathroom echoed with their bubbly giggles, water splashing everywhere, on each other, on the floor, and all over their exhausted mother.
Tae's nightgown was soaked, clinging to her skin as she sighed.
"That's bad," she scolded softly, but they were too young to understand or listen.
After what felt like a long battle, she finally managed to clean them up. Wrapping each of them in soft, warm towels, she pressed gentle kisses to their heads.
But before she could take a breath, they wiggled free, giggling, and ran off toward the bedroom, their tiny feet pattering against the floor.
Tae sighed, wiping her damp face before dragging herself into the bedroom to dress them properly.
She knelt on the floor, carefully slipping clothes onto eunji first, her fingers slow from exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, talking on the phone. His voice was deep and serious, discussing something important, but the moment his eyes landed on his wifey, something in him twisted.
His gaze dragged over her.
Her soaked white nightgown clung to her curves, the thin fabric making it impossible to hide the deep red of her bra or the faint lines of her panties.
Her body had changed, she was no longer the skinny, flat-chested girl he had met years ago.
She had filled out, soft and curvy, her br3asts much fuller from nursing their babies.
She wasn't fat, but there was a softness to her now, a warmth that came with motherhood.
She still didn't talk to him openly, not like other wives did with their husbands.
Tae was reserved, quiet, still somewhat scared of him.
But now, with their children, things were different. There was a fragile openness between them, one he couldn't quite grasp yet.
Jungkook's jaw tightened.
Something about seeing her like this, kneeling, exhausted, drenched, her body tempting him without even trying, sent a strange heat through his veins.
His grip on his phone tightened as a dark thought flickered through his mind.
She was his.
And maybe it was time to remind her of that.
As Jungkook continued to stare at her, dirty thoughts began to cloud his mind. From the moment they first met to their intense wedding night, the memories consumed him.
The day he had taken her, marked her as his own, she was so tempting that he couldn't resist any longer. He had to keep going, even as she cried beneath him, weakly pushing against his bare, muscular chest. Jungkook's lips traced a path from her chubby, rosy cheeks to her lips, then down her neck to her jaw, his touch both tender and possessive.
His thrusts were relentless, her tightness gripping his manhood perfectly, driving him to continue pounding into her.
She was already bl3eding, a sight that only spurred him on. Surprisingly, he found that he was bleeding too, but he didn't care, not until he was fully satisfied.
After nearly six passionate rounds, she was a mess, her mind foggy and her body exhausted. She felt so drained that she fell asleep, or perhaps passed out, as he lay there, breathing heavily, his head resting on her br3ast, feeling the rise and fall of her breath.
Jungkook tried to shrug off his dirty thoughts, but his eyes landed on his pants, where the outline of his erection was visible.
His pants were tight, and he mumbled, "F#ck," under his breath.
He quickly ended the call and stood up, glancing down at his wifey, Tae, who was dressing their daughter, Lina.
"Come inside," he said coldly, as he made his way to the bathroom.
Taehyung looked at him, confused and innocent, not understanding what she had done to her h0rny husband.
After dressing their three triplets daughters and laying out some toys for them to play with, she nervously approached the bathroom door and slowly stepped inside.
She tilted her head to see Jungkook standing there, the shower running, water cascading down his body. "Lock the door," he commanded, his voice stern.
She gulped and did as she was told, her heart racing.
Jungkook gestured for her to come closer. As soon as she was within reach, he pinned her against the marble wall.
She flinched and almost cried out as he kissed her hungrily, his lips pressing hard against hers.
She pushed against his shoulder, a futile attempt to resist, but he didn't stop.
"I'm so fvcking addicted to your body, my wifey," he growled, biting her earlobe. He pressed his clothed erection against her, feeling her soft m0an.
Quickly, he unzipped his pants and pulled the sash of her nightgown, exposing her body.
"Nwo," she whispered softly, but he was beyond reason. One hand grabbed her breast firmly, while the other roughly tore her thong. She widened her eyes in surprise and anticipation.
Desperate, he unzipped his pants fully and pushed his entire length inside her. She covered her mouth with her hands, stifling her cries as he began to move, his hips thrvsting against hers with urgent need.
Jungkook continued to thrvst into her roughly, his hips slamming against hers with urgent, primal need.
She took him like a good wifey, covering her mouth to muffle her cries, aware that their children were playing just outside the bathroom door. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, mixed with her soft, stifled m0ans.
Jungkook's grip on her was firm, almost bruising, as he held her in place, his body claiming hers with each powerful thrvst.
She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming.
Despite the discomfort, there was an underlying pleasure, a primal satisfaction in being taken so completely by her husband.
They try desperately to keep quiet, they weren't particularly successful.
She knew the kids could hear them, and she was suddenly embarrassed.
Hearing your parents have s3x is traumatizing for a child but their triplets were still too young to understand things but still Tae doesn't want them to hear anything.
But unluckily, she cried out loudly, unable to hold back any longer, her body convulsing around him as Jungkook came deeply inside her.
Her cry was one of both pain and pleasure, a raw, unfiltered sound that seemed to tear from the very depths of her soul.
The kids began to cry, their mother's sounds frightening them in their innocence.
As they both panted, exhausted and spent, Tae rest her forehead on Jungkook's shoulder as Jungkook continued to kiss her neck, his lips gentle now, a complete change from the roughness of the moments before.
He was breathing into her cheek lightly, with a reverence that made her heart flutter.
Finally she's had enough.
She pushed him away roughly, wrapping a towel around her body protectively, she exit the bathroom to calm her crying babies down.
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Tae was only 19 years old, living with her stepmom and her stepmom's boyfriend.
Her stepmom was just 36, and her boyfriend was 29. Tae had lost both of her parents to cancer. Her mother passed away when Tae was only 10, and then, at 17, her father, who had been a successful businessman in South Korea, also died, leaving her all alone in the world.
It was the hardest time of her life. After her father’s death, her stepmom wasted no time in bringing her new boyfriend into Tae’s family mansion, taking control of everything her father had left behind.
Tae’s father had built a fortune, but now, everything was in the hands of her stepmom. Tae, being innocent and trusting, didn’t have the strength to stop her.
Her stepmom, however, wasn’t kind.
She often manipulated Tae, sometimes even resorting to physical abuse when Tae refused to follow her commands.
Tae was too gentle, too pure, too afraid to fight back. Her stepmom wanted it all, Tae’s mansion, her father’s businesses, and everything in between.
And when she realized that Tae could be her way to everything she desired, she planned to marry her off to the Jeon family, a wealthy and powerful business family, even more renowned than Tae’s own.
The Jeon family was cold, ruthless, and heartless, and Tae was about to be pushed into a marriage that would strip her of everything she had left.
Tae's stepmom, Sora, had invited the Jeon family to their mansion to talk about the possibility of a marriage between her stepdaughter, Tae, and their son, Jeon Jungkook.
When Tae first saw Jungkook, she immediately felt a sense of discomfort. He was handsome, yes, but he was also rude and distant. Tae couldn’t imagine spending her life with someone like him.
Tae believed that true beauty came from the heart, not just from looks.
Despite her own beauty, she always focused on being kind and caring. She had a beautiful heart, and she believed that was more important than any outward appearance.
Jungkook, on the other hand, didn’t seem interested in her at all. He never spoke to her, almost as if they weren’t going to get married.
He didn’t even give her a small smile.
Instead, he stared at her blankly whenever she spoke or when she was the center of attention. It made her feel invisible, like she wasn’t even worth acknowledging.
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It was daytime, and Tae was at the laundry machine washing clothes.
As she stepped outside from the door, she was roughly held by Yunho, boyfriend of her stepmom Sora.
He was a perverted man; even though he was Sora's boyfriend, he had been keeping his dirty eyes on Tae as well.
Tae screamed, but Yunho was quick to put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. He had one hand on her waist, pressing her back and a$$ against his chest and clothed dlck.
"Shh, keep quiet. Let me taste you for the first and last time since you're going to marry and will leave soon," he said, licking her earlobe as tears streamed down Tae's face while she squirmed, feeling disgusted.
"You know how badly I wanted to hold you, fxck you," he said, his hands moving up to grab her br3ast, squishing the soft flesh through the thin fabric she wore.
With one hand over her mouth, Tae tried to remove his hand from covering her mouth, while the other was on his rough, veiny hand that squished her br3ast painfully.
As he was about to do something more than this, they felt a figure in the faraway part of the small corridor.
Yunho tilted his head to see Jungkook standing in the last row of the doorframe, staring blankly at the scene.
Yunho froze, and he quickly pushed Tae away, who coughed and cried softly.
Yunho gave an awkward tight smile to Jungkook before going through the door that was behind him, quickly.
Jungkook slowly approached Tae, who was sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, crying. Jungkook stood near her, his head turned toward the door outside, from where Yunho had disappeared, and suddenly his phone vibrated.
Tae flinched, and Jungkook noticed it too, he stared down at her for a second before taking his phone out and going to the door from where he had come, leaving Tae alone, crying on the floor.
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Time skipped
Tae was in her bedroom which was at the top of the mansion floor. She looked out the window at the garden below and saw Jungkook standing alone, watching the leaves sway in the trees, since Taehyung’s mansion was close to the forest, the view was peaceful.
Tae couldn’t stop staring at him, and to her surprise, Jungkook looked up at her.
She flinched but stayed still.
Their staring moment was interrupted when Yunho walked over to Jungkook in the garden.
"What are you doing here alone?" Yunho asked, stretching his arms as he stood next to Jungkook.
Jungkook glanced at him and replied coldly, "Mind your business."
Yunho smiled awkwardly. "You really want to marry that stupid Tae?"
Jungkook remained silent, his eyes drifting up toward Tae's bedroom, but she was no longer there.
Yunho continued, "You look so handsome, so fit and fine. You deserve someone better than that pathetic girl. I never expected you to agree to this marriage. She's trash, honestly," he added, shaking his head, clearly meaning every word he said about Tae.
Jungkook kept quiet, staring at him before replying calmly, "Shall we go somewhere?"
Yunho grinned, showing his crooked teeth. "Yes, let's go," he said excitedly.
Jungkook nodded and pulled out his car keys, heading toward the car, with Yunho following behind.
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Night arrived quickly, and Tae's stepmom and Jungkook's parents, who had been away in the city making arrangements for Tae and Jungkook’s wedding, had already returned and were in the living room. But Jungkook and Yunho hadn’t come back yet.
Tae was in the kitchen, cooking with the maids. Even though she owned the mansion, she was forced to work like a maid because her stepmom manipulated her into believing that after she got married and had kids, she would have to do everything.
If she failed to meet expectations, her husband and in-laws would blame her parents for not raising her properly and teaching her anything. Tae was forced to dropped out of university for this marriage.
Soon, Tae heard her stepmom and Jungkook’s parents calling out Jungkook's name, meaning he had returned.
Tae was confused when she heard them talking about Yunho, who was in the hospital.
She went to the living room door and found Jungkook explaining that he and Yunho had been in a car accident, and Yunho was seriously injured.
"If he's injured, then how are you fine?" Sora asked, looking concerned.
"Well, since I'm fit and fine, I was able to get out of the car before it crashed into the truck, unlike Yunho, who seems too dumb to act in such situations," Jungkook replied with a smirk.
Sora widened her eyes. "Is he really injured badly? Tell me what happened to him .... h-his body."
"Nothing much, just his dl.ck got cut off, that's all," Jungkook said nonchalantly.
"What?" Sora asked, shocked.
"The doctor said if they didn’t cut it off, it could cause some serious health issues," he added, walking toward the staircase. He stopped and glanced at Tae, who had been listening with curious, wide eyes.
"Can you meet me on the rooftop for a second?" he asked, then went upstairs.
Tae gulped. It was the first time he had spoken to her.
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Present time
Tae was in the kitchen, making breakfast for her kids and herself.
Once she finished cooking, she picked up her triplet daughters, one by one, and placed them in their high chairs so they could reach the table and eat.
She had made soft and yummy oatmeal with mashed fruits like banana and apple for them, along with a side of scrambled eggs that were easy for them to eat.
She sat on the chair next to them, helping them eat. Tae gently cleaned their mouths with napkins that were tied around their necks, wiping away any food stains.
She smiled, watching them enjoy their breakfast, feeling a warm sense of happiness.
"Are they done?" Jungkook's voice echoed as he stood in the doorway, dressed in his office attire.
"No, just a little more," Tae replied, carefully feeding Yumi, who was sitting next to her, while also helping her other daughters.
"Be quick, I’m running late," he said, his tone flat, before turning and walking away.
Tae scoffed, shaking her head. "Okay, my girls, let's be quick," she said, though she didn’t rush them. She smiled softly as she continued to help them finish their breakfast at their own pace.
Once they were done, she carefully helped them down from their high chairs and adjusted their hair and dresses.
"Now let’s go before your appa bursts out his anger on us," she said with a smile as the little ones ran ahead, excited. She followed them out of the kitchen and guided them outside.
Jungkook was already waiting near the car, standing by the open doors. Both the passenger and back car doors were open, and Tae noticed he had already placed their daughters’ little bags in the back seat.
Jungkook watched his daughters as they ran toward him, a soft smile on his face. He crouched down to help Yumi first.
"Come here, Yumi," he said, gently lifting her into the back seat. She made a small noise, something like a soft "Ah," reaching up to him.
Next, he helped Lina. "Alright, Lina, your turn," Jungkook said, carefully placing her in the seat. She looked up at him and made a little noise, smiling as she settled in.
Lastly, he reached for Eunji. "Eunji, let's get you in," he said, lifting her into the car. Eunji gave a giggled as she was buckled in.
After securing them in the back seat, Jungkook made sure their seatbelts were fastened. "All set," he murmured, smoothing down their clothes.
Tae was already sitting in the passenger seat, waiting quietly. Jungkook closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.
Without a word, he started the car and drove, his attention on the road ahead. Tae glanced back at their daughters, a small smile on her face, but the silence between them remained as always.
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When Tae arrived at the rooftop, she saw Jungkook standing near the edge, his palms resting on the balcony railing. She let out a small, deliberate cough to get his attention, but he didn’t turn or move. He just stood there, still as stone.
She hesitated before stepping closer, stopping just a little behind him. “I-It was y-you…” she stammered, her voice shaky with uncertainty.
Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on the swaying trees below, the cold night air brushing against him. Tae fell silent, unsure of what to say next.
After a moment, he finally turned to face her, crossing his arms over his chest. His sharp eyes studied her as she lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers, avoiding his gaze.
Jungkook took slow, deliberate steps forward, making Tae gulp, but she stood her ground, meeting his gaze.
He stopped just inches away, his intense eyes scanning her face, unwavering. “He touched you,” he stated, his voice firm, almost accusing.
Tae’s breath hitched, but before she could react, he added, “And you are my fiancée.” His face remained unreadable, void of any emotion.
“I don’t have the habit of sharing what’s mine,” he said, his tone final.
Tae’s eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. His words left her frozen in place.
“You’re going to be mine,” Jungkook said, his voice dripping with possession.
Tae’s breath caught in her throat. She never expected him to think of her this way.
“He messed with me, and now he’s facing the consequences. I hope he finally understands what it means to cross Jeon Jungkook,” he muttered, his tone rough, edged with dominance.
Before Tae could react, he cupped her cheek in a swift motion, crashing his lips against hers in a rough, demanding kiss.
She froze.
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Present time
The car stopped. Tae looked at her husband, who was already staring at her. She swallowed and turned to glance at the back seat, where their little triplets sat with their adorable faces.
Tae smiled as she hopped out of the car and opened the door for her babies. They excitedly reached out to her with grabby hands.
She lifted them one by one and placed them gently on the ground while Jungkook remained in his seat.
The kids ran toward the kindergarten gate. Tae leaned down and looked into the car through the window.
"Bye, be safe," she said with a smile, even though Jungkook’s face was blank. Then, she quickly ran after her kids, worried they might trip and get hurt.
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After settling her kids in the class, leaving them to play, read, or do whatever the teachers had planned, Tae walked out of the gate.
She stopped in confusion when she saw Jungkook’s car still parked there.
He was waiting.
She approached him. "You're still here?" she asked, puzzled.
Jungkook opened the passenger door for her, and she hopped in.
"I forgot to tell you, Eomma and Appa have come to Korea, and they want to meet us," he said.
"Where?" Tae asked.
"At the XXX restaurant," he replied, starting the engine.
"Why didn’t you invite them home?" she asked, not liking how they had come to Korea but didn’t bother visiting their house. Instead, they were calling them to a restaurant, as if they were business partners.
But what Tae hated the most was that she didn’t even know they were coming.
"Eomma and Appa have been really busy lately. They don’t have much time, and I think they’re flying back to the U.S. tonight," Jungkook explained calmly, his eyes focused on the road.
Tae just scoffed and looked out the window.
Soon, Jungkook parked in front of a huge, luxurious family restaurant. He stepped out of the car, and as usual, Tae got out on her own.
Her husband never had the habit of treating her like a princess, not even holding the door for her.
As she gazed up at the tall restaurant building, a wave of discomfort settled in. She wasn’t dressed for such a fancy place. Unlike Jungkook, who stood beside her in a perfectly tailored suit, polished shoes, and an air of effortless confidence, she was in a soft, off-shoulder beige knit top that hugged her curves and revealed just a hint of her collarbones.
Paired with it, she wore a fitted black satin skirt with a high slit, teasing a glimpse of her smooth legs. The outfit was casual yet subtly alluring, but standing next to Jungkook’s formal attire, she felt completely out of place.
She scoffed again, shaking her head.
"Let's go in," Jungkook said, surprising Tae when he suddenly took her hand and guided her inside.
She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the curious gazes from other customers.
"There," Jungkook said, finally spotting his parents' table.
As they walked closer, Mrs. Jeon was quick to stand up and wrap her son in a tight hug. "Oh, my son! I missed you so much," she gushed, completely ignoring Tae, who stood awkwardly behind them. But Tae wasn’t surprised, it was nothing new.
"Have a seat, my son," Mrs. Jeon said, smiling warmly at Jungkook while acting as if Tae wasn’t even there.
Jungkook bowed to his father before sitting across from them. Tae also bowed politely, then took her seat beside her husband.
"What do you want to eat?" Mrs. Jeon asked excitedly, reaching out to hold Jungkook’s hand resting on the table.
"Waiter!" she suddenly called out, not even glancing at Tae, her focus solely on her son.
"I'm not really hungry, Momma," Jungkook said, tilting his head slightly as he gently pulled his hand away from his mother’s.
"You want to have something?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft, making Tae blink in surprise.
"No, I'm not hungry," she mumbled so low that Jungkook barely heard her.
"No, you have to eat something with us," Mrs. Jeon insisted, her smile wide as she quickly placed an order with the waiter, who then walked away.
"So, how's everything going, Kook?" Mr. Jeon asked, leaning back in his chair.
Jungkook sighed but gave a small smile.
"Work has been good overall. The company expanded to two more cities this year, and we signed a big deal with an international firm. It’s been keeping me busy, but it's a huge step forward." He paused for a moment before adding,
"But of course, it’s not all smooth. Managing such a large company comes with stress. Handling investors, keeping up with market competition, and making sure employees are satisfied, it’s a lot. And last month, we had an issue with a merger. The negotiations were tough, but in the end, we managed to make it work."
Mr. Jeon nodded proudly. "That's how business is. You have to push through."
While father and son were deep in conversation, Mrs. Jeon’s sharp eyes were fixed on Tae. She scanned her from head to toe, her dress, her face, making Tae shift uncomfortably in her seat. Neither Jungkook nor his father noticed.
Then, Mrs. Jeon finally spoke. "Why are you dressed like that?"
Tae stiffened. That was it. She had felt the judgment in her mother-in-law’s gaze from the moment she walked in. And now, she finally said it out loud.
Jungkook stopped mid-sentence, his brows furrowing in confusion as he turned to his mother. She was staring at Tae, then shifting her gaze beside her, as if emphasizing her disapproval. Tae, of course, looked uncomfortable.
"She came to drop off our babies at kindergarten, and I just told her last minute that we had to come here, so that’s why she’s not-" Jungkook started to explain, but his mother cut him off.
"Oh yes, your triplet daughters," Mrs. Jeon said, her tone laced with mockery.
Tae’s hands clenched under the table, but she stayed silent.
"Actually," Mrs. Jeon continued, "the reason I called you both here instead of just Kook is because I have something important to say." She turned her sharp gaze to Tae, making her stomach twist with unease.
"We want a Jeon son now," she declared.
Tae’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock.
"We already told you to ab0rt if it was a daughter, but you were too stubborn to listen. But this time, we expect you to do what’s right. We need a son for the Jeon family. Our pride. Our bloodline. A son."
Tae sat frozen, the words sinking in like cold steel. She knew her in-laws had always favored a son, but hearing it so bluntly, so unapologetically, made her chest tighten with anger and disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Tae's voice was sharp as she stood up, her patience finally snapping.
"Just because you're my mother-in-law doesn’t mean you can demand whatever you want! You have no right to tell me when, where, or who to give birth to. It’s my body, my choice!"
Jungkook immediately grabbed her wrist, standing up as well. "Calm down. You're making a scene," he whispered, his voice low as he noticed the curious gazes of the other customers.
But Tae was beyond caring. Her anger burned inside her like wildfire.
"Can't you hear what she just said?!" she shot back, her voice rising again. "How dare you tell me something like that?! I’m a human, not a child-producing machine! And as far as I know, you’re well aware that my baby girls still need nursing! Yet you flew all the way to Korea just to demand a son?!"
Jungkook clenched his jaw, his frustration growing as Tae’s voice got louder.
He gritted his teeth before grabbing her arm roughly, forcing her to turn toward him. Tae hissed in pain, her eyes widening at his tight grip.
The tension between them was suffocating, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to freeze.
"Watch your mouth, babygirl," Jungkook warned, his voice dangerously low.
But Tae was too furious to care.
Her heart pounded with rage as she glared at him. "I hate you. I hate your parents. I hate everything about you," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion.
Without another word, she forcefully pushed him away and stormed out of the restaurant.
Jungkook scoffed, closing his eyes briefly before exhaling sharply. When he opened them, his parents were staring at him, waiting for his reaction.
"I apologize for her behavior," he said, his voice calmer now. Then, turning to his mother, he added, "And Momma, don’t worry. Next time you visit us, you’ll meet your grandson."
Mrs. Jeon’s face lit up with satisfaction.
"Yes, my Kook," she cooed, before her expression hardened.
"And make sure to punish her for speaking to me like that." Her voice was laced with cruelty, as if Tae’s resistance had personally offended her.
Jungkook didn’t respond to her words. He simply bowed slightly, then bid them goodbye before rushing out of the restaurant to find his wife.
Once they were alone, Mr. Jeon sighed, shaking his head. "You shouldn’t have said that," he told his wife. His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was a hint of disapproval.
Mrs. Jeon scoffed, crossing her arms. "She needs to learn her place."
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To be continued......
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"Where are we going?" Yunho asked, a hint of anxiety in his voice as Jungkook drove deeper into the never-ending forest road.
"Relax, we’re almost there," Jungkook replied with a calm, casual tone.
Yunho gave him a small, uneasy smile.
He knew the drive was long, so he leaned back, rested his head against the seat, and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, sleep gently pulled him under.
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A minute… an hour… or maybe even longer, Yunho couldn’t tell. Time felt blurry, like a half-forgotten dream. When he slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbed with dizziness, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
His eyes adjusted to the dim evening light, only to realize something was terribly wrong.
He wasn’t in the car anymore.
He was in the middle of the woods, tied tightly to a thick tree. The rough bark scratched against his back, and the ropes cut into his skin. Panic slowly began to rise in his chest.
Standing just a few steps away was Jungkook.
Holding a knife.
That same charming smile was still on his face, but now, it felt twisted… wrong… like he was enjoying this too much. There was something dark in his eyes, something Yunho had never seen before.
"Good evening, sleepyhead," Jungkook greeted casually, like nothing was out of the ordinary. His tone was light, almost playful, but it chilled Yunho to the bone.
He looked like a maniac pretending to be normal.
And they were all alone in the woods.
As Yunho blinked through the dizziness, a cold breeze brushed against his skin, and that’s when he realized something horrifying.
He was completely n4ked.
His heart pounded in fear, eyes wide as he saw Jungkook slowly walking toward him, still holding the knife. Jungkook's fingers gently ran along the sharp edge, almost like he was admiring it. His gaze was locked on the blade, but his words were meant for Yunho.
"You shouldn’t have touched her," Jungkook said, his voice low but shaking with rage. "You knew Tae was mine. She’s going to be my wife soon. And you… you dared to touch her like that? In such a disgusting way?"
Yunho’s body trembled. “Please… let me go!” he shouted, voice cracking from fear.
But Jungkook didn’t stop.
His eyes darkened even more as he took another step closer, the blade catching the faint orange light of the evening. “You threatened my soon-to-be wifey with this shitty d,,,ck of yours?” he hissed.
Then it happened.
Without a second thought, Jungkook moved, and the knife cut through flesh. Cutting off his d.ck in one most painful way.
A scream ripped through the forest as Yunho’s body jolted in unbearable pain. Blood gushed out, soaking the ground beneath him. He couldn’t breathe, his vision blurred, the pain too much to bear.
He felt like his soul was being ripped out.
Jungkook stood above him, now yelling wild, furious, and out of control. "NOW DARE TO FXCK MY WIFE AGAIN!", he screamed, voice echoing through the trees. His face twisted with rage, eyes blood-red with madness.
There was no mercy in him.
No pity.
Only fury.
Yunho knew… he wasn’t going to make it out of these woods alive.
Jungkook wasn’t done yet.
His fists collided with Yunho’s body with bone-crushing force, each punch more brutal than the last.
Every blow sent waves of agony through Yunho, his body no longer able to fight back, barely able to even react. Jungkook kicked him, hard, his boots digging into Yunho’s ribs, making him gasp for breath.
"YOU DID WRONG, YUNHO," Jungkook screamed, his voice raw with fury. "TOUCHING MY WIFE LIKE THAT... HOW DARE YOU!"
Yunho’s head swam in pain, his vision blurry as he tried to piece everything together. But in his half-conscious state, something finally clicked in his mind.
Jungkook wasn’t just possessive. He was obsessed. Obsessively protective of Tae, and it didn’t matter that he had never spoken to her or even touched her. Jungkook had already claimed her in his mind. And Yunho understood it.
Yunho screamed again, a guttural cry of agony. His body was barely holding on, pain flooding every inch of him, but it was nothing compared to the searing burn of knowing that Tae was the trigger for this madness.
“I didn’t know… I didn’t know...” Yunho choked out, his voice breaking as his vision darkened. He felt like he was already dying. His whole body was screaming from the pain of his severed flesh, and every punch, every kick from Jungkook, pushed him closer to the edge.
And just when he thought he was slipping into darkness, a shift happened.
He could feel it, presence, movement around him. Though his consciousness was slipping, he managed to recognize it, Jungkook’s guards had arrived. They were here, and they were pulling Jungkook back.
“Enough, Jungkook!” one of them shouted, gripping Jungkook’s arms and forcing him to the ground, holding him there. The guard’s hands were firm, but the look in his eyes was soft, he knew Jungkook was out of control.
The guard, Jaemin, a quiet and serious man who always kept his calm, moved swiftly, untying Yunho’s lifeless body from the tree. Yunho was like a ragdoll, his limbs barely able to move as they lifted him, carrying him towards the van.
His body felt cold, numb. Blood still poured from his wounds, and every movement made him feel like he was dying. But the familiar hum of the van's engine started, and with it, the world seemed to shift. They were going to a hospital.
Jungkook, still sitting on the ground, was breathing heavily, chest heaving with rage. His hands were clenched into fists, his face red with fury, eyes still burning with anger.
But Jaemin, his trusted friend and guard, knelt beside him, his voice soft and calm. “Jungkook... calm down. You’ve done enough.”
Jungkook gritted his teeth, his fists still shaking with fury. "FXCKING BASTARD!" he screamed, his voice raw and filled with rage. "HE DARED TO TOUCH HER..."
"Jungkook"
"........."
"Jungkook"
"......."
"JUNGKOOK"
Finally, Jungkook felt a soft squeeze on his hand. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. As his senses returned, he looked around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the surroundings.
He was in a wedding hall.
The atmosphere was different.
Calm.
Peaceful.
And there, standing beside him, was his wifey, Tae. She looked so elegant, so innocent, her soft features glowing under the soft lights. Her eyes... doe beautiful eyes that seemed to shimmer like dark pools of water, always so calm and full of warmth looking up at him make his heart skip.
Tae was holding his hand, her grip gentle but firm, her gaze full of affection as she looked at him. The priest’s voice broke through his thoughts, calling out his name.
“Jungkook...”
Jungkook blinked, realizing he had zoned out.
His heart raced, and he immediately straightened his posture. His gaze softened as he turned to look at Tae, the woman who was everything to him.
He took her hand in his with a firm, possessive grip. He would never let go.
The priest repeated the question, his voice gentle but steady. “Do you take Kim Taehyung as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, for better or worse?”
Jungkook stared into Tae’s eyes, the world around them fading away. All that mattered was her.
“Yes... I do,”
"TAE"
Jungkook’s heart raced as he chased after Tae, her steps quick and angry, her back stiff with frustration. She was walking ahead, not looking back, as if she wanted to escape him.
Without a second thought, Jungkook reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop. He turned her around, his gaze hard but filled with concern. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low, but demanding.
Tae jerked her hand away, her face flushed with anger and tears. “Let me go,” she snapped, her voice shaky but fierce.
Jungkook’s heart clenched at the sight of her tears, but he didn’t let it show.
"Let's go home," he said, his voice steady, trying to keep control.
“I hate you!” Tae’s voice broke as the words spilled out, her emotions overwhelming her. Tears fell freely down her cheeks, her anger and sadness mixing into one painful expression.
The words hit Jungkook harder than he expected, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, his grip tightened on her wrist, and he pulled her toward him, his voice softer but still firm. “Let’s discuss this at home.”
Tae tried to pull away, but Jungkook didn’t let her go. He dragged her effortlessly towards the car, her struggles nothing compared to his strength.
He didn’t care that she was upset. He didn’t care that she hated him at that moment. All that mattered was that they were going home, and they would talk about this, about everything.
Once inside the car, Jungkook started the engine and drove straight to their house. The ride was tense, the silence between them heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions.
Jungkook’s grip on the wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, but his mind was focused on one thing, getting Tae to understand.
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As soon as Jungkook had parked the car, Tae walked out of there, straight to her house and into their bedroom. She wiped her tears and flinched when Jungkook wrapped his hands around her waist, having followed her up to the room.
"Let me go," she said. Jungkook pressed his clothed manho0d against her perfect, clothed a$$ and groaned. "Even if eomma hasn't mentioned wanting another grandchild, don't you think we should make another baby?" he said, moving his hardness against her back as he inhaled her sweet scent.
"I said let me go, you bastard!" she struggled to break free from his arms around her waist, doing her best not to moan from his erection.
"Letting you go will not happen in this life, my love" Jungkook smirked as he turned her to face him, Jungkook pulled her closer, pushing her onto the bed. His body hovered over hers, and Tae’s heart started racing.
She could feel the heat of him on top of her, making it hard to breathe. His eyes were locked on hers, and she knew exactly what was coming next.
The way he moved told her there was no turning back now. She wanted to pull away, but her body felt frozen, trapped under the weight of her husband's presence.
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The bedroom was hot, air thick, their bodies tangled together.
Taehyung’s back arched off the bed, her breath catching as Jungkook moved deep inside her, slow and steady. Her eyes, wet with tears, locked on his, wide and full of heat. Jungkook’s hair was messy, sweat on his brow, his hands gripping her hips tight.
He leaned close, voice rough, almost a growl. “Even if Momma didn’t mention a baby…” His lips brushed her cheek, hot and quick. “Don’t you think we should make another one?”
Taehyung gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, legs trembling around him. Her heart pounded, body alive with every touch. “J....jungkook…” she breathed, voice shaky, needy. “You mean it?”
He grinned, eyes dark and hungry. One hand slid up, cupping her face, thumb tracing her lip. “Hell yeah,” he whispered, thrusting harder, making her m0an. “Another kid… our kid. You and me.” His mouth found her neck, kissing, biting soft.
Taehyung’s head tipped back, a soft cry slipping out. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The bed creaked, their rhythm fast now, raw and real. She kissed him hard, messy, tasting sweat and love, their bodies saying everything words couldn’t.
Jungkook moved slow at first, his hips rolling deep, deliberate, each thrust making her gasp. His hands pinned her wrists above her head, fingers tight, his breath hot against her ear. “Tae…” he murmured, voice low, needy. He kissed her jaw, rough, lips scraping her skin, then bit gently, making her shiver.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, but her body shook, sensitive, overwhelmed. She whimpered, head tilting back, exposing her neck.
Jungkook’s kisses turned harder, teeth grazing, his thrusts picking up, rougher now, the bed creaking loud. Taehyung’s moans broke into soft cries, her fingers twisting in the sheets, gripping tight.
He groaned, feeling her tighten around him, his pace faster, more desperate. His hands slid to her hips, lifting her, slamming deeper. “God, Tae…” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow, his lips crashing into hers, messy, all teeth and heat. She kissed back, frantic, her cries muffled against his mouth.
The roughness built, their bodies slapping together, the air thick with gasps and moans. Taehyung’s cries grew sharper, her body trembling harder, her nails raking his back. Then she froze, a small, pained whimper escaping. Jungkook slowed, his eyes snapping to hers, but he didn’t stop, too lost in the heat.
A thin trickle of blood seeped from her, warm and slick, staining the sheets. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears spilling, her hands gripping his arms so tight her knuckles turned white.
“Tae?” he rasped, voice rough but worried, his thrusts faltering. She shook her head, biting her lip, her voice barely a whisper. “K...keep going…” Jungkook hesitated, his jaw tight, but her legs tightened around him, urging him on. He groaned, low and torn, pushing into her again, slower now, but still deep, his hands gentle on her hips.
Her cries mixed pain and pleasure, soft sobs shaking her chest as she clung to him. Jungkook’s breaths were ragged, his body tense, fighting his climax. He leaned down, kissing her tears, his lips soft against her cheek.
“I got you,” he whispered, voice cracking. His thrusts stayed steady, rough but careful, their bodies locked together, riding the edge until Taehyung’s sobs turned to a broken moan, her body shuddering under him.
Jungkook followed, a deep groan ripping from his throat, his head dropping to her shoulder as he spilled into her. They stayed there, panting, tangled, the blood a quiet reminder between them, their hearts pounding as one.
The bedroom was a haze of heat.
Taehyung’s cries echoed, her body trembling, hands clawing at Jungkook’s back. Her legs shook around his hips, pulling him deeper, her moans sharp and desperate. Jungkook’s thrvsts were relentless, fast and rough, the bed slamming against the wall. His teeth grazed her shoulder, breath hot and ragged, groans low in his throat.
Her nails raked his skin, urging him on, her body arching to meet every thrust. Sweat dripped from his brow, his hands gripping her thighs tight, leaving red marks. “Tae…” he growled, voice raw, barely holding on. She gasped, head thrown back, her cries peaking as their rhythm turned frantic, bodies crashing together in a wild, messy blur.
Jungkook’s groans grew louder, his thrusts erratic, chasing the edge. Taehyung’s moans broke into a high, shuddering cry, her body tightening around him, shaking through her climax.
He followed, a deep, guttural groan ripping out as he slammed into her one last time, heat exploding through him. But as he pulled out, a sharp pain stabbed through him. He hissed, body tensing, a low “Fxck…” escaping his lips.
He glanced down, breath hitching. Blood streaked his skin, red and slick, but it wasn’t only from her, it was from him too.
A thin cut on his dlck, raw and stinging, oozed slowly. He scoffed, jaw tight, pain mixing with the fading heat. He dropped onto the bed beside her, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. Taehyung lay there, panting, unaware, her body still trembling from their high.
He turned his head, voice flat. “I’m bleeding. Cut myself down there.” Her eyes widened, confused, but he didn’t wait for her to speak.
He pushed himself up, wincing, and shuffled to the bathroom, not looking back. The door stayed half-open, light spilling out. Taehyung sat up slowly, sheets tangled around her, staring at the gap.
The tap water hissed, a steady rush, as she sat still, breath uneven, eyes fixed on the door.
×××
The bathroom was steamy, the tap water roaring, steam curling in the air. Taehyung stepped in slowly, her bare feet soft on the cold tiles.
A long white towel hugged her body, slipping slightly off one shoulder, her damp hair clinging to her neck. Her eyes were wide, innocent, lips parted as she moved, her small frame almost glowing in the dim light, cute but with a quiet, unaware allure.
Her cheeks were still flushed from their earlier heat, her movements hesitant, like a deer stepping into open ground.
Jungkook stood under the running water, his broad back to her, muscles rippling under the stream. Water slid down his chiseled abs, over the thick, powerful lines of his thighs, his body radiating raw heat.
His l3ngth hung heavy, long and thick, the cut on its skin red and raw, blood mixing with the water. He scrubbed at it, jaw clenched, breath sharp, the pain sharp but bearable.
Taehyung gulped, her eyes flickering to the floor, then up to him. She clutched the towel tighter, her voice barely a whisper. “Koo… let me see it.” She crouched down, her knees folding under her, towel pooling around her thighs, her face close to his injury.
Her small hands hovered, trembling, then gently touched the skin near the cut, her fingers soft, careful. “Does it hurt bad?” she asked, voice sweet, eyes big and worried, like she’d break if he snapped.
Jungkook tensed, his breath hitching. Her touch sent a jolt through him, his length twitching, heat pooling low despite the sting. His eyes darkened, a growl stuck in his throat. He wanted her, wanted to grab her, push himself inside her, thrust until they both forgot the pain.
But ..... the frustration boiled over, his body betraying him. “Tae, get out!” he yelled, voice sharp, echoing off the tiles.
She flinched, eyes wide, lips trembling. Her hands froze, then pulled back, her small frame shrinking. “I-I just… wanted to check,” she stuttered, voice soft, cracking, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m worried… you’re hurt, Koo…”
“Just leave!” he snapped, turning away, his voice cold, frustrated, like usual :(
His fists clenched, water streaming down his back, hiding the flicker of guilt in his chest. He couldn’t look at her, couldn’t handle the way her soft heart made him feel.
Taehyung’s breath caught, a quiet sob escaping. She stood slowly, towel slipping a bit, her shoulders hunched like a scolded child. Her eyes stayed on him, pleading, but he didn’t turn.
She backed away, almost tripping, her bare feet silent on the tiles. The bathroom door stayed half-open as she slipped out, her soft sniffles fading.
Back in the bedroom, she sank onto the bed, towel still wrapped tight, staring at the half-closed door. The tap water kept running, a steady hiss, as her eyes shimmered, tears spilling quietly down her cheeks.
×××
The tap water shut off, leaving the bathroom silent. Jungkook stepped back into the bedroom, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his dark hair.
His chest was bare, muscles tight, the cut on his length still stinging but cleaned. He saw Taehyung on the bed, curled up, the long towel wrapped around her small frame, her back to him. Her shoulders were stiff, her silence loud.... she was mad.
He sighed, heavy, and slid onto the bed behind her. His chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, his arm slipping around her waist. She tensed, not moving, her breath uneven from crying.
“Baby…” he murmured, voice softer now, low and pleading. “I’m sorry, my love.” His lips brushed her shoulder, gentle, testing.
She didn’t budge, her hands clutching the towel’s edge. “You yelled at me,” she whispered, voice small, shaky. “I was just worried.”
Jungkook’s heart twisted. He pressed closer, his hand stroking her arm, slow and warm. “I know, I know,” he said, voice rough with guilt. “I get… pissed when I’m hurt. Down there, it’s sensitive as hell. Makes me act like a jerk.” He kissed the back of her neck, soft, lingering. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Taehyung stayed quiet, but her body softened a fraction. He kept going, his hand sliding to her hip, fingers tracing the towel’s edge. “You’re too good to me,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear. “Always caring, even when I’m an asshole.” He nudged her gently, urging her to turn. “Look at me, please.”
Slowly, she rolled over, her face coming into view. Her eyes were red, lashes wet from tears, her lips puffy. She looked so small, so hurt, it hit him like a punch. “Fxck,” he breathed, hating himself. “I’m such a dick.” He cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. “I love you, Tae. So damn much. I just… suck at showing it.”
Her eyes flickered, still guarded, but she didn’t pull away. He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her nose, her cheeks, soft and slow, covering her face with warmth.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured between kisses. “You’re my everything.” His lips found her jaw, then her neck, sucking gently, making her breath hitch. She squirmed, a tiny giggle slipping out, her body relaxing under his touch.
“You make me crazy,” he said, pulling back to look at her, his eyes dark with love. “You and our girls, those wild triplet babies. Driving me nuts every day.” He smiled, lopsided, his hand resting on her belly, gentle. “And this one… I know it, Tae. After today, you’re pregnant. I feel it.” His voice dropped, serious. “Another little one, ours.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened, a soft flush creeping up her cheeks. “You think so?” she whispered, voice shy, her anger melting.
“Hell yeah,” he said, grinning. “We went hard, baby. It’s happening.” He kissed her lips this time, slow, deep, pouring everything he couldn’t say into it. She sighed, kissing back, her hands sliding up his chest, towel loosening as she pressed closer. Her giggles turned breathy, her body lighting up under his hands, high on his love.
“I’m an idiot,” he muttered, kissing her cheek again. “Curse myself for making you cry. Never again, okay?” He pulled her against him, her towel slipping, their skin warm together. “I love you, Tae. You, our girls, the new one coming. Forever.”
She smiled, small but real, her red eyes shining with something softer now. She nestled into him, his arms tight around her, the room quiet except for their breaths.
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As the days passed, something in Taehyung’s body began to feel different. At first, she ignored the signs, the dizziness, the unusual cravings, the way her heart fluttered without reason.
But one quiet morning, as she stood by the kitchen sink, her hands shaking while holding a small white stick, the truth stared back at her in two bold lines.
Pregnant.
She stared for a long time, her lips parted slightly, unsure how to react. She hadn’t planned for this. She didn’t even think she wanted this. Not now. Not like this.
But the strange part?
She was happy.
Really happy.
The kind of happiness that creeps up slowly and blooms quietly inside your chest. A soft, warm feeling she hadn't expected. Her hand instinctively moved to her lower stomach, resting there gently, as if the child inside could already feel her.
Later that evening, when Jungkook found out, he didn’t even wait to finish his sentence before calling his mother.
His voice was excited, like a child sharing his biggest secret. His words ran over each other, “Eomma, she’s pregnant! I’m going to be a dad again, can you believe it?”
Taehyung stood by the door, her arms folded, her face calm, but her thoughts weren’t.
She didn’t want his mother to know.
Not yet.
Not ever, if she had the choice.
She didn’t want anyone from Jungkook’s side, especially not his mother, to know about her. Or the babies.
But she stayed quiet. Let him have his joy. Let him glow.
Because Jungkook had changed.
He wasn’t the cold, dominant man he used to be. He wasn’t the type to bark orders or make her feel small. Somewhere along the way, he softened. Now, he was warm. Present. Loving.
He touched her belly like it held the world.
He kissed her forehead every night before bed.
He carried their daughters, three little girls with sleepy eyes and matching pink socks, like they were treasure.
Taehyung watched him from across the room sometimes, wondering how a man like him, once made of storms, now moved like sunlight.
She still had doubts. Still held fear in her bones.
But in moments like this… watching him gently rock one daughter to sleep, while another tugged at his shirt and the third nibbled on her tiny fingers…
Taehyung smiled.
Maybe this wasn’t what she wanted.
But maybe… just maybe, it was what she needed.
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Pregnancy was not easy for Taehyung.
Every morning started with aching feet, a sore back, and mood swings sharp enough to cut steel. One minute she was crying over a broken nail, the next she was throwing a pillow at Jungkook for breathing too loud. He never fought back. Not once.
Jungkook understood.
He had changed completely, because this time, he wanted to be the man she needed.
Running a company as a CEO was hard, but he made it work. He’d take early morning calls with a baby on one shoulder, a laptop on his lap, and Taehyung’s tired body curled beside him.
He made sure Eunji, Yumi, and Lina were always ready for kindergarten, hair brushed, shoes on the right feet, tiny backpacks packed with snacks and drawings. He’d drive them himself, even if it made him late. He didn’t care.
At home, he was always around her.
If she craved mangoes at 3 AM, he drove to get them.
If she cried over stretch marks, he kissed every one of them, whispering, “They’re proof you’re carrying my heart.”
If she screamed in pain, he’d hold her belly and press his lips against it, murmuring words only the baby inside could hear.
He gave everything, his time, his hands, his lips, his heart.
And then… it happened.
The sky was gray that morning. Rain tapped lightly on the windows. The triplets had already been dropped off at kindergarten, and Jungkook was finally home for a short break.
Taehyung sat on the couch, rubbing her belly slowly, her breathing strange, sharp and shallow.
“Something feels… different,” she whispered.
Jungkook turned to her instantly. “What do you mean? Pain? Pressure?”
She looked up at him. Her eyes were wide. “It’s coming… I think I’m… J-Jungkook,”
Her words cut off with a loud groan, her body curling over itself.
Water.
Everywhere.
Her water broke.
Jungkook didn’t panic, not at first. He scooped her up in his arms, whispering, “I got you, baby. I got you.”
He called the ambulance with shaking fingers, his voice clear but fast.
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At the hospital, things moved fast.
Taehyung was rushed into the delivery room, sweat already clinging to her forehead. Her contractions were strong. She could barely speak. Every few seconds, her body bent with pain, her breaths short and shaky.
Jungkook was right beside her.
He held her hand very tightly, so tight his fingers turned white.
He softly kissed her head and spoke in a calm, warm voice.
“Breathe, love. Just breathe. You’re the strongest person I know.”
She groaned loudly, head thrashing side to side, eyes fluttering shut and open. Her other hand gripped the edge of the hospital bed like it was her last lifeline.
“I c-can’t-Jungkook...it h-hurts,” she cried.
“You can,” he whispered, wiping sweat from her face. “You already are.”
He kissed her again, her cheek, her forehead, the space near her temple, soft, reassuring kisses. His hand never left hers.
The nurses moved around them, shouting instructions. One of them told her to push.
Jungkook leaned closer, brushing hair from her face. “Just one more. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Taehyung cried out, loud, raw, breaking.
Her whole body shook.
And then… the room filled with the cry of a newborn.
A little boy.
Their son.
Tears spilled from Jungkook’s eyes as he looked at their child for the first time.
But when he turned to Taehyung, her eyes were closed. Her hand had gone limp.
“Tae?” he whispered, brushing her face. “Tae, open your eyes.”
She didn’t.
His heart dropped.
“No, no, no... baby, come on,” he said, shaking slightly, kissing her again and again, hoping she’d move. “Don’t do this to me. Please, not now.”
The doctors rushed to her side.
Jungkook stood there frozen, still holding her hand, tears falling down his cheeks.
He had her.
He had their son.
But he needed her to open her eyes and see the life she just brought into the world.
.....
The room was still.
Just the steady beep of the monitor and the faint shuffle of nurses in the hallway.
Taehyung’s eyes opened slowly, as if it took all the strength she had. Her limbs ached, her chest felt hollow, like she’d been dragged through something brutal.
At first, everything was out of focus. But then, through the haze, she saw him...
Jungkook.
He was already walking toward her, his face pale with worry, eyes glossy.
“Baby, you’re awake,” he whispered, voice breaking as he reached her side. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
Taehyung tried to speak, but only a soft hiss came out as pain wrapped around her lower body. She shifted a little, and Jungkook quickly placed a hand behind her head, helping her sit up against the pillow with slow, careful movements.
“Easy, easy…” he said gently, fixing the pillow behind her back.
She looked at him, still half-dazed, then looked around the room. Her heart began to race, her eyes searching.
“Where… the baby?” she asked, barely loud enough to be heard.
Just then, one of the nurses stepped forward, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in soft white. The baby was now clean, his skin soft and pink, his eyes closed peacefully, his tiny face calm like a dream. He looked too small, too delicate to be real.
The nurse smiled warmly. “Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby boy.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched as the nurse leaned down and gently placed the baby on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him with trembling hands, so careful, as if she were holding something made of glass.
Tears filled her eyes instantly.
Not loud ones.
Just soft, quiet tears that blurred her vision as she looked down at the tiny life she created.
He was real. He was here. And he was perfect.
Jungkook leaned over the bed, his arm around her shoulders as he looked at the baby too, his face filled with quiet awe.
“He looks just like you,” Jungkook whispered, brushing a finger along the baby’s soft cheek. “Same little nose. Same lips. He’s… beautiful.”
Taehyung turned slightly, her voice weak. “He’s ours.”
Jungkook smiled and kissed her temple. “Yeah. He’s ours.”
It was a moment, just the three of them. Calm, pure, full of love.
But then...
The door opened.
“Oh my, he’s finally here!” came the voice of Jungkook’s mother, Mrs. Jeon, stepping in quickly with a wide smile. Her eyes sparkled as they landed on the baby.
Only the baby.
Not Taehyung.
Not once did she look at the tired mother who had just brought him into the world.
Taehyung pulled her son closer without thinking, holding him tight against her chest. Her heart started beating faster, and her smile didn’t feel real. She gave a small nod as Mrs. Jeon walked over, her overly sweet expression shining just a bit too much to be true.
“My sweet boy,” she said, reaching down without asking. “Let me hold my grandson.”
Taehyung hesitated, her grip not loosening, but the nurse glanced at her with a soft look, and she knew she couldn’t say no. With a tight jaw and glassy eyes, she handed over the baby, her baby.
Mrs. Jeon took him into her arms like a prize.
Jungkook stood from the bed and walked over to her side quickly, his attention now fully on his mother and their son.
“They did a great job,” Mrs. Jeon said proudly, rocking the baby gently. “He’s strong. Definitely a Jeon.”
Jungkook chuckled and nodded, talking back and forth with her, laughing softly.
Taehyung watched them in silence.
Her arms were empty. Her chest cold.
Her body still ached. Her stitches throbbed. Her head was spinning. And yet, they stood there talking as if she wasn’t even in the room.
Anger burned in her throat.
She hadn't even fed her baby yet. He hadn’t stayed long enough on her chest. She hadn’t held him long enough. And now he was being passed around like he wasn’t hers first.
What hurt more… was Jungkook.
The way he instantly left her side. The way he smiled and stood next to his mother like she was the one who carried this child for nine months. Like she had screamed and bled and passed out to bring him here.
Taehyung looked down at her trembling hands.
She didn’t say a word.
But her heart was screaming.
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Taehyung stayed in the hospital for nearly a week and a half after giving birth. Her recovery was slow. The stitches made it hard to walk, and her body felt bruised from the inside out.
But finally… she was allowed to go home.
The familiar scent of their house greeted her like an old friend. Eunji, Yumi, and Lina ran to the door the second they heard it open, their tiny arms flying into hugs and squeals. Their little voices calling, “Mommy mommy!” brought tears to Taehyung’s eyes.
She couldn’t bend down to hold them like she wanted to.
But she smiled anyway, arms open wide from the wheelchair, whispering, “I missed you so much, my babies.”
Surprisingly, Mr. Jeon, Jungkook’s father, was also at the house. Unlike his wife, he wasn’t full of pride or ego. He wasn’t loud or bossy. He was calm, simple, and kind.
The kind of man who sat on the floor and tied his granddaughter’s shoes without a word. He fed them, braided Yumi’s hair when she cried, and held Lina when she wouldn’t sleep.
He was pure.
And Taehyung appreciated him quietly.
He never stepped over her boundaries. He never acted like he owned the children. He was just… present. Helpful. Gentle.
But Jungkook?
He had changed.
He was no longer the man who used to kiss her swollen feet or hold her while she cried over back pain. He still came home every day, still kissed her cheek and asked if she was okay, but there was distance now. A coldness. A rush.
Whenever she asked, “Why don’t you help like before?”
He’d sigh, brushing it off. “I’m busy, Tae. I have a lot of business meetings, overseas calls, investors waiting… You know how stressful this corporation stuff is.”
Then, like every time, he would add:
“You have my mom here. She’s helping, right? She’s staying until you recover.”
But that was the thing.
She wasn’t helping.
Mrs. Jeon was always in the house, but never beside Taehyung. She barely entered her room unless it was to take the baby. Their newborn son, Rion Jeon, was almost never in Taehyung’s arms.
Mrs. Jeon held him all day. Rocked him, kissed him, walked with him in her arms like he was hers, not Taehyung’s. She wouldn’t let Taehyung hold him unless he needed milk. Only then, she would walk in, pass the baby to her silently, and wait nearby like a guard.
Taehyung barely got to touch her own son.
Every time Rion whimpered, it was Mrs. Jeon who picked him up.
Every time Taehyung asked gently, “Can I hold him now?”, she would pretend not to hear, or say, “He’s sleeping. Let him rest.”
And Jungkook?
He didn’t see any of it.
Or maybe he didn’t want to.
He believed his mother was helping, taking pressure off of Taehyung. And whenever Taehyung opened her mouth to explain, something stopped her.
Because she knew.
No matter what she said…
Jungkook would always support his mother.
So Taehyung stayed quiet.
Laid in bed, recovering in silence. Watching from her room as Mrs. Jeon walked past the door again and again with Rion in her arms.
He was her baby.
But she was starting to feel like nothing more than a stranger in her own motherhood.
.....
It had been almost six weeks since Taehyung gave birth and was discharged from the hospital.
The recovery had been long and slow, but now she could finally move without crying. She could stand for longer than five minutes, walk around the house on her own, and even cook simple meals for her daughters again.
She felt a little more like herself.
One morning, she stood in the kitchen, carefully cutting fruits while stirring porridge for the girls. Eunji, Yumi, and Lina were sitting at the table in their cute little uniforms, ready for kindergarten, giggling softly as they waited for their breakfast.
Taehyung smiled at them, her heart swelling. Her three little girls. Now three years old.
She placed bowls in front of them and sat down for a moment, ready to feed Rion, who had just started fussing. She gently lifted her shirt and got ready to nurse him.
But then—...
Mrs. Jeon stepped into the kitchen, arms crossed.
“Why don’t you let the girls drink your milk too?” she said, her tone sharp but coated in false sweetness. “You used to feed all three. Don’t you think they still need it?”
Taehyung paused, looking up slowly.
Her jaw tightened.
She stayed calm.. but only barely.
“I know they need it,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “But Rion needs it more right now. He’s just a baby. Barely weeks old.”
Mrs. Jeon scoffed. Loudly.
“Pff. You’re just being lazy. What kind of mother picks one child over the others? Your girls look weaker than before.”
Taehyung blinked, her chest tightening, but she didn’t react the way her heart wanted. She didn’t scream or throw the spoon in her face. She just turned her head and kissed Rion’s soft little head, then shifted him gently, letting him nurse peacefully.
“I’m doing what’s best for all of them,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
Mrs. Jeon gave her a mocking smile and walked away, muttering just loud enough, “If only the mother was as useful as the milk.”
Taehyung didn’t respond. She focused on her baby. On his soft breathing. On the small fingers curling against her arm. But inside, something was burning.
...
As the days passed, Taehyung noticed something strange.
Jungkook’s parents were still living with them.
Still.
Two months after the birth… and there was no sign of them leaving.
Not even a word.
Mr. Jeon was always quiet and kind, but even his constant presence felt a little too much. And Mrs. Jeon? She didn’t change. If anything, she became worse.
She would take Rion every morning and carry him around the house like he was hers. She wouldn’t ask. Wouldn’t knock. Wouldn’t even wait until Taehyung finished dressing.
Rion cried in her arms sometimes, but she wouldn’t give him back.
Only when he needed milk.
Only then.
Meanwhile Jungkook.
He didn’t say a word.
If Taehyung tried to talk, he’d brush it off with, “They’re just helping. Let them stay. It’s easier this way.”
But easier for who?
Taehyung was tired.
Tired of watching her baby spend more time in someone else's arms. Tired of being treated like a guest in her own motherhood. Tired of smiling politely while rage boiled beneath her ribs.
And now… she had had enough.
...
It was Sunday.
The whole house was filled with noise, running footsteps, cartoons on the TV, dishes clinking in the kitchen. Eunji, Yumi, and Lina were chasing each other around the hallway.
Mrs. Jeon sat in the living room.
Jungkook was nearby, standing by the shelf fixing the photo frames that had been knocked down earlier by the kids.
Taehyung sat on the sofa, her face calm but tired, her arms holding baby Rion close to her chest.
She had just finished nursing him. His little mouth was still moving in his sleep, eyes shut, body warm against hers.
Then, like every other day, Mr. Jeon came and gently offered to hold the baby.
Taehyung handed Rion over, but this time... something snapped.
She stood up slowly, eyes never leaving Mrs. Jeon, who was sipping tea on the other side of the room.
"Why do you keep taking my baby from me?" Taehyung asked, her voice steady but louder than usual.
Mrs. Jeon blinked, confused, not expecting her to speak.
"If you're so desperate to hold a baby, why don’t you give birth to your own again?” Taehyung’s voice rose, anger shaking beneath her words.
The room froze.
Even the triplets stopped running.
Mrs. Jeon’s hand froze mid-air with the teacup. Her eyes wide, more offended than shocked.
Jungkook looked up from the shelf, frowning. “Tae,” he said, warning in his tone.
But she turned to him, eyes filled with rage.
“Why won’t your mother let my baby stay with me, huh? Why does she always have to take him away like he’s not mine? Why are you okay with this?”
Her voice cracked. It wasn’t yelling. It was a mother breaking.
She did not usually shout or say bad words, not in front of Jungkook. But she was a mother. And a mother can do anything to keep her children safe.
“Taehyung, enough-” Jungkook muttered, already irritated.
“No,” she said, her voice firmer now. “Let me speak.”
She turned to Mrs. Jeon again, eyes locked.
“Where were you when I gave birth to three daughters at once?” Her voice trembled. “Do you know how painful it was to carry them? To feed them? To raise them alone while your son was at meetings and calls? I cried myself to sleep, every night.”
Her eyes welled up, her hands clenched.
“You didn’t visit. Not even once. You didn’t call. Not a single word. Why? Because they were girls?”
The silence was brutal.
“And now suddenly you're here every day, holding my son like he’s yours? What are you trying to do?”
Mrs. Jeon opened her mouth, about to defend herself, but Jungkook stepped in fast.
He grabbed Taehyung’s arm and turned her toward him harshly. “Stop it,” he shouted.
Taehyung flinched. But she didn’t back down.
She pushed at his chest hard, eyes blazing.
She turned again to his mother. “No, I want her to answer me. I want her to look me in the eyes and tell me what changed-”
*Slap*
The sound cracked across the room like thunder.
Jungkook’s palm met her cheek, full force.
Taehyung hit the floor. Gasps filled the room.
Even the children stopped breathing for a second.
Mrs. Jeon stood with her fake shock frozen on her face, eyes wide, covering her lips as if she was the one just hurt.
Taehyung didn’t cry.
She just sat there, on the cold floor, holding her cheek.
Her lips parted, her breath shaky. Her eyes slowly rose to meet Jungkook’s, but there was nothing in them now.Just silence. Stillness.
Like something inside her had just shattered completely.
...
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“I’m telling you to stop. Why do you keep running your mouth like that?”
Jungkook crouched down to her, one knee on the floor, his hand reaching out to touch her arm.
Taehyung sat still. Frozen. Her eyes were glassy but dry. Not a single tear fell, not yet.
She looked at him. Her face pale, her lip trembling slightly.
He continued, his voice sharp but trying to sound calm. “Back then when you gave birth to the triplets, it was our first time. No one knew what to do. It was chaos. We thought we could handle it. And you know how busy my parents are.”
Taehyung just stared at him. No blinking. No words.
“They have businesses. Real responsibilities. Bigger than… this,” he said with a vague motion, “bigger than your emotions and three kids. Still, when eomma heard we had another child, even more to handle, she came to help.”
He looked at her like he was the victim.
“Eomma and Appa came here to support us. And you, you talk to her like that?”
Taehyung didn’t move. She didn’t even blink. But she was listening. Not with guilt. Not with regret. Just pure shock. And then he said it.
“She wants to take Rion with her to America. Now that you’ve recovered, she’s planning to raise him there. She misses us. She wants someone..anyone, from our blood to be with her. That’s why she’s been holding him. Getting him used to her.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched.
Her fingers curled into her own dress.
Her eyes widened as the words slowly settled into her chest like knives.
It wasn’t kindness. It wasn’t help.
It was a plan.
All this time…
The cuddling. The soft tones. The fake smiles.
It was never love. It was preparation. Manipulation.
Her tears finally came. Not gentle ones, angry ones. She wiped them away with the back of her hand roughly, her jaw tightening.
“So it was all planned, huh?” she whispered, voice cracking as she laughed bitterly through her tears. “You acted sweet… so I’d let my son go with her.”
Her voice broke again.
“And now that you think it’s done, now you treat me like this? Slap me? Humiliate me in front of your children? Your parents?”
She looked down, then slowly stood up, body still sore, legs shaking slightly, but her spirit was stronger than ever.
Jungkook scoffed, stepping back. “Why are you being so p*ssy, huh?”
Her eyes lifted slowly. And something in them had changed. She turned. Walked toward Mrs. Jeon.
The older woman instinctively stepped back, her fake shock expression faltering.
But Taehyung reached out. With hands steady, full of fire, she took Rion from her arms.
Held him close to her chest.
The baby immediately settled, like he knew where he belonged.
“You…” Taehyung’s voice was low, calm, terrifying in its stillness. “You don’t get to touch my baby anymore. You don’t deserve to.”
Mrs. Jeon opened her mouth to speak, but Taehyung didn’t give her a second glance.
She turned and walked back to her room without another word. Behind her, no one moved.
No one dared to. Because that day… Taehyung didn’t just speak.
She roared like a mother who had been hurt enough.
....
As soon as Taehyung disappeared up the stairs with Rion in her arms, silence fell like a cold storm.
Mrs. Jeon turned to Jungkook, her face twisted in quiet rage.
“So this is what you’ve taught your wife?” she spat. “You let her shout at me? In front of your children? You just stand there and let her ruin everything we planned?”
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, frustration showing on his face.
“Mom… you know how I’ve been trying,” he muttered. “She’s not listening. She’s being, difficult.”
“Then make her listen,” Mrs. Jeon snapped. “Even if you have to f0rce her. Beat it into her. Just make her agree. I don’t care how.”
He stared at her, shocked. “She’s not okay, mom… She just gave birth. I’m not that kind of monster.”
Mrs. Jeon’s eyes narrowed, her voice cold as ice. “Then be a p*ssy like her.”
With that, she turned away and walked off to her bedroom, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
Jungkook stood there alone.
He let out a slow breath, dragging his hands down his face. His eyes shifted to the corner where the triplets stood still, quiet, wide-eyed. They had seen it all.
He forced a smile, kneeling down a little.
“Hey,” he said, softly, “it’s okay now. Appa and eomma were just having a talk, yeah? Go play with your dolls, alright? I’ll come read you a story later.”
Eunji looked at him, still stiff. Yumi nodded slowly, unsure. Lina gave a tiny smile.
Then they slowly walked off, their feet making soft tapping sounds down the hallway.
As soon as they disappeared, Jungkook stood tall again and went upstairs.
He found Taehyung in the bedroom.
She had laid Rion carefully in his crib. The baby was asleep, his tiny fists curled beside his head.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the floor, where a suitcase lay open.
Taehyung was folding her clothes, her dresses, the baby’s onesies, the girls’ small jackets, and packing them neatly inside. Her face was calm. Focused.
His heart sank.
“What are you doing?” he asked, stepping into the room.
Without pausing her hands, she replied, “I’m leaving.”
His eyes narrowed. “You what?”
She looked up at him now. Her face wasn’t broken. It was done.
“I’m leaving. With my kids. I’ve finally found my mind, and I’m doing what’s right for me. For my babies.”
Her voice was low but steady. Her words stung like glass.
Jungkook stepped closer, anger boiling.
With one rough movement, he grabbed her arm, just above the elbow. His grip was tight. Too tight.
He yanked her upright in one motion, making her hiss in pain.
“You’ve lost your damn mind,” he growled.
Taehyung pushed against his chest hard. “Let go of me!”
“I said stop being stubborn,” he shouted, eyes wild. “It’s not a big deal! Why are you making everything so huge?!”
She slapped his chest again, harder this time. “Because you made it huge! You let them treat me like trash! You let them try to take my son! You hit me, and now you think I’ll stay?”
Her voice cracked, but her eyes burned with full-blown hatred.
“I don’t love you anymore, Jungkook.”
His jaw clenched. And then, he snapped.
*Slap*
He slapped her again but this time even Harder.
She flew to the floor again, her cheek red, her body stiff from the force.
“I SAID STOP BEING A P*SSY!” he roared, chest heaving.
Tae trembled.
"You want kids really that bad, huh?" he said, voice low and dangerous now. Still kneeling, he looked at her.
She backed away, her body trembling.
"Then let me f*ck another child into you," he growled.
He grabbed her dress, a long, thin gown, and yanked it hard. Tae screamed. He covered her mouth roughly.
"Be a good mother, b*tch. Don’t you know Rion is sleeping there?" he hissed.
With that, he pushed her to the floor and got between her thighs, unzipping his pants.
...
He finished slowly, breathing heavy but with a cruel smile. His hand pressed hard over her mouth, stopping her from making any sound, no noise to wake Rion sleeping nearby.
Her body trembled beneath him. Blood leaked from between her legs, fresh blood from a body still healing, still weak after giving birth. Her pain was sharp, burning deep inside.
But he didn’t care.
He leaned close, voice cold and mocking. "Quiet now, huh? Good. Don’t want the baby to hear his mother breaking."
She tried to cry, but only muffled sounds came out under his palm. She turned to the one side with his hand still moving with her shift. Her eyes filled with tears, but she stayed silent, curling up as small as she could.
He pulled his hand away and stood, fixing his pants, looking down at her broken body with dark eyes.
"Next time, don’t forget who owns you."
Then he left the room.
She stayed on the floor, clutching her legs tight, warm blood still dripping. Her body ached like it was torn again. Inside, she felt empty and lost, almost dead, but still breathing.
...
Night came. Tae stayed inside the bedroom. She didn’t come out. She didn’t talk. She was broken. She didn’t eat, even when Jungkook pushed her to eat because she had to breastfeed Rion. But she stayed quiet. Now she wasn’t afraid of his violence anymore, she was numb, empty inside.
Jungkook felt it. A little guilt, but he never showed it.
At night, Tae lay down holding her son close. She breastfed him, even though Jungkook had sucked her breasts during that terrible s3x. Her breasts were full, ready to feed Rion. No matter what happened to her, she would never let anything happen to her kids.
She couldn’t sleep.
She flinched when Jungkook lay down behind her, shirtless and wearing only boxers. His heavy, tattooed hand rested on her waist.
He had just taken a shower, but she didn’t have the strength to wash herself. Her lower body still burned, stained with dried cum and blood.
She lay there, hugging her baby tight, leaning away from Jungkook as much as she could.
...
The next morning, Jungkook got ready for the Corporation. He stood by the door, speaking like everything was normal.
"Take a shower," he said calmly. "Get the girls ready for school. And clean the room. It’s a mess."
Tae didn’t move. She lay on the bed with her back to him, eyes open, holding her sleeping son close. Her lips didn’t move. Not a single word came out.
Jungkook stared at her for a moment, then left the room without saying anything else. The door closed behind him.
A while later, the door opened again.
Mrs. Jeon walked in with a smug smile on her face. She stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed.
Tae didn’t look at her.
Mrs. Jeon’s eyes scanned Tae’s body, her puffy eyes, her dry lips, the dark bite marks on her pale skin. She smirked.
"This is what happens when you raise your voice at me," she said, almost laughing. "You act high and mighty, but look at you now. A weak, useless thing."
Tae said nothing. Her eyes stayed on her baby’s face. Gentle, soft… the only thing she had left to protect.
Mrs. Jeon rolled her eyes. "Jungkook’s father already sent the other kids to kindergarten. You can keep Rion with you today," she added with a sharp smile. "You look too broken. If I take him, who knows what you'll do?"
Still, Tae stayed quiet.
Mrs. Jeon let out a fake sigh and turned around. "Such a shame… girls like you always think they’re something. But in this house, you’re nothing."
She left the room, her smirk never leaving her face.
....
That night, Jungkook returned home, shoulders heavy but mind calm, until he saw his mother crying on the couch.
He froze.
“What happened?” he asked sharply.
Mrs. Jeon looked up, tears in her eyes. “She ran away,” she said in a weak voice. “Tae… she’s gone. She took Rion and left.”
Jungkook’s heart stopped. “What?” he whispered.
“She’s gone!” his mother repeated. “She left without a word, I was asleep, I didn’t see her go, she just disappeared!”
Jungkook’s hands went to his hair. He grabbed it tightly, pulling, pacing, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. “How?! Why didn’t you stop her?! How could you let her go?!”
“I told you, I was asleep!” Mrs. Jeon cried. “She waited until the house was quiet. She didn’t even pack much.”
Just then, Jungkook heard giggles. He turned.
His daughters were coming down the stairs with Mr. Jeon behind them. “Appa!” they shouted and ran toward him, hugging his legs.
He looked down, confused, then looked at his father. “Where’s...?”
Mr. Jeon gently patted the girls’ heads. “Go upstairs and change your clothes. Then draw something for your baby brother, okay?”
The girls happily nodded and ran upstairs, giggling again.
Then Mr. Jeon turned to Jungkook, and his face changed completely.
“Sit down,” he said coldly.
Jungkook didn’t move.
“I said, sit down!” Mr. Jeon shouted, voice shaking the walls.
Jungkook sat.
Mrs. Jeon stood frozen, pale, wiping her face.
Mr. Jeon looked straight at Jungkook. “Do you know what I heard today? From my own wife? That my son forced himself on his wife. Hit her. Broke her. Controlled her like a goddamn prisoner. And you expect her to stay?!”
Jungkook tried to speak, but no words came.
“You disgust me,” Mr. Jeon continued, voice rising. “She didn’t run away, Jungkook. She escaped. With her baby. Because she was scared. Because she was bleeding and still healing and you-”
He slammed the table.
“You used her like she was nothing! What kind of man are you?!”
Jungkook sat silently, fists clenched, head low.
“She left a note,” Mr. Jeon added bitterly. “She said once she finds a safe place to live, she’ll come back to get the girls too. And if we try to stop her, she’ll call the police.”
Silence.
Then Mr. Jeon turned to his wife. “And you… What the hell were you doing? Watching it all happen? Mocking her? Treating her like trash in this house?”
Mrs. Jeon opened her mouth to explain.
“Don’t speak,” he snapped. “You helped destroy her. You let it happen.”
He looked between both of them, Jungkook, broken and speechless. Mrs. Jeon, shaken and pale.
“You both better pray she doesn’t press charges. Or I swear I’ll walk her into the police station myself.”
Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
....
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