The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the streets of Seoul as Jungkook’s car smoothly pulled up in front of Kim Corporation—the towering skyscraper that never failed to look both intimidating and sophisticated at the same time.

This was part of their daily routine. Jungkook would pick Jungsoo up from kindergarten, drive him here, and Arin would be waiting at the entrance to take him inside. Simple, efficient, predictable.

But today…

Jungkook frowned as he scanned the entrance. She’s not here.

Usually, Arin would already be standing near the glass doors, either busy on her phone or smiling at Jungsoo as he jumped out of the car. But today, the spot where she always stood was empty.

Something about it felt off.

Jungkook sighed, reaching for his phone. Maybe she’s running late.

He dialed her number, pressing the device against his ear while drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The call rang once, twice… and then went to voicemail.

He frowned deeper. She always picks up.

"Appa?" Jungsoo’s small voice came from the back seat, curiosity laced in his tone. "Where’s eomma?"

Jungkook turned slightly, meeting his son’s round, expectant eyes. "She’s not here yet, buddy."

"Why?"

Jungkook exhaled. "I don’t know. Maybe she’s busy . I just tried calling her, but she’s not answering."

Jungsoo hummed, swinging his little legs. "Then what we do?"

"We wait a little," Jungkook replied. "She’ll probably be here soon."

Jungsoo frowned. "But I don’t wanna wait…"

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. "We don’t have a choice, bud."

"But I know where eomma’s office is!" Jungsoo beamed proudly. "I can go alone!"

Jungkook’s expression instantly hardened. "No way."

"Why?"

"The building is huge, and there are too many people inside. What if you get lost?"

Jungsoo pouted, crossing his arms. "I won’t! I go every day!"

"Yeah, with your eomma." Jungkook sighed. "Not alone. It’s not safe."

"But I know the way!" Jungsoo whined, his tiny fists clenching in frustration.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. He knew his son was smart and independent, but there was no way he was letting a five-year-old wander alone in a massive corporate building.

"Jungsoo, I said no," he repeated, his voice firm. "Let’s just wait—"

"But I’m a big boy now!" Jungsoo huffed, puffing out his chest. "I can do it!"

Jungkook let out a slow breath, pressing his fingers against his temples. Why is he so stubborn? He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. This kid is impossible.

"Okay, fine," he finally relented, making Jungsoo’s eyes widen in excitement. "But I’m coming with you."

"Really?!" Jungsoo practically bounced in his seat.

"Yeah," Jungkook sighed. "You’ll guide me to your eomma’s office."

"YAY!" Jungsoo cheered, unbuckling his seatbelt in record time. "Come on, Appa! Let’s go!"

Jungkook shook his head with a small chuckle, stepping out of the car before helping his son out. He had a feeling this little trip wouldn’t be as simple as Jungsoo made it seem.

Jungkook followed behind Jungsoo as the little boy excitedly led the way toward the main entrance of Kim Corporation. The building was as imposing as ever—sleek glass windows reflecting the golden hues of the evening sky, security personnel standing at attention, and employees moving in and out with an air of purpose.

Jungkook had been here a handful of times, mostly to drop Jungsoo off, but he had never stepped inside. It wasn’t his world. It was hers.

"Come on, Appa! We go this way!" Jungsoo chirped, his tiny hand grabbing onto Jungkook’s much larger one as he dragged him toward the elevator access area.

Jungkook tensed slightly as they approached the security checkpoint. Unlike the front lobby, the elevator area was only accessible to employees and authorized personnel—which usually meant having a company ID or being personally recognized.

He was neither.

But Jungsoo?

"Good afternoon, little master," one of the security guards greeted, offering the five-year-old a polite nod before shifting his gaze to Jungkook. His expression remained unreadable for a second—until realization dawned upon him.

"No, I'm not little master,I'm Jungsoo!" Jungsoo introduced proudly, his grip on Jungkook’s hand tightening.

The guards chuckled  before nodding. "Of course. Please, go ahead."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. That’s it? No questions? No ID check?

Jungkook simply nodded in acknowledgment, stepping past the security point with Jungsoo practically bouncing with excitement.

As they reached the elevator, Jungsoo eagerly pressed the call button, his little fingers tapping impatiently on the metal panel.

"Eomma’s office is on the top floor," he informed Jungkook. "She says it’s the very very special floor."

Jungkook chuckled softly, leaning against the elevator wall. "Special, huh? What’s so special about it?"

Jungsoo nodded enthusiastically. "It’s where the big bosses sit! Eomma is the biggest boss, but TaeTae Appa is there too!"

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Jungsoo confidently pressed the button for the top floor, his feet tapping against the floor as they ascended.

Halfway up, the elevator stopped, and a few employees stepped in.

Jungkook immediately noticed how their expressions changed upon seeing Jungsoo. Some of them smiled warmly, others gave polite nods.

"Jungsoo-yah! You’re here again?" one of them asked, a young woman who looked like a secretary.

Jungsoo beamed. "Yes!"

Jungkook remained quiet, observing the interaction.

One of the other employees, a well-dressed man, chuckled. "Are you here to meet your eomma and appa?"

Jungkook frowned slightly, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched, waiting to see how Jungsoo would respond.

Jungsoo tilted his head, confusion flickering across his face. "Nooo," he dragged out. "My Appa is here to drop me to Eomma!"

Silence.

The employees exchanged confused looks before one of them hesitantly asked, "But… how? Your father is already in the office."

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

He knew where this was going.

Another employee nodded. "Yeah, Mr. Kim Taehyung has been inside all day. And you always arrive with your driver…"

Jungkook froze.

His stomach twisted. They think Taehyung is Jungsoo’s father?

A flicker of something sharp passed through his eyes, but he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Not yet.

But before he could even react—

Jungsoo suddenly stomped his foot.

A tiny frown creased his chubby cheeks, and his round eyes filled with frustration. “No, no, no!” he huffed, his little hands balling into fists.

The employees looked startled.

“He’s not a driver!” Jungsoo shouted, his voice small but fierce. “He’s my Appa! TaeTae Appa is just TaeTae Appa! My real Appa is my Appa”

Jungkook blinked, slightly taken aback by the intensity of his son’s reaction.

Jungsoo turned to the employees, his little chest puffed up with determination. “Why are you calling my Appa a driver?” he demanded. “He’s not a driver! He’s the bestest detective in the whole world!”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his expression neutral, but his heart twisted at the sight of his son defending him so fiercely.

The employees visibly tensed, realization dawning upon them.

One of them quickly stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Oh—oh, we didn’t know. We’re so sorry, sir!" They quickly bowed to Jungkook in apology and embarrassment. “We… we didn’t know—”

Another employee, the young man from earlier, also quickly bowed. “We just assumed—since Jungsoo sometimes calls Mr. Kim Taehyung TaeTae Appa—”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

He knew it wasn’t their fault.

It was logical, wasn’t it? Everyone saw Min Arin and Kim Taehyung together every day. Two powerful figures, ruling this company side by side.

And then there was him.

An outsider for them.

Jungkook forced a small, polite nod. “No, it’s fine. I understand.”

But did he really?

Did he understand why his son’s identity was questioned? Why people assumed another man was Jungsoo’s father? Why it felt like he was being erased from the equation?

His voice was calm. Too calm.

Even though, inside?

He felt like something sharp was clawing at his chest.

He didn’t understand why.

But he hated it.

The elevator slowed to a stop, and the soft ding echoed through the small space. The employees bowed one last time to Jungkook before stepping out, murmuring apologies once more before the doors began to close behind them.

But just before the doors fully shut—

Jungkook heard it.

A hushed conversation. A careless remark.

> “I always thought Mr. Kim and Mrs. Min were married…”

> “Right? They look like a total power couple.”

> “It’s surprising she’s actually married to someone else.”

>“They always seemed so perfect together.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened. His jaw clenched. Perfect together?

His fingers curled into the fabric of his coat as something dark and unfamiliar twisted inside him.

Power couple.

He had seen it too—the way Arin and Taehyung moved effortlessly together. A well-oiled machine, powerful and synchronized. The way people admired them, respected them. The way Taehyung’s name was always naturally linked to Arin’s in this place. Even though he is already happily married to Miso.

Like it was supposed to be.

Like he was the outsider.

His heart twisted in an unfamiliar way. He knew Taehyung had always been present in Arin’s life. Too present, more then Jungkook himself. But hearing strangers—people who worked alongside her every day—assume that they were a couple…

It hit differently.

He didn’t understand why, but for the first time in a long time…

He felt replaced.

“Appa?”

Jungkook blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as he felt a small tug on his sleeve.

Jungsoo was looking up at him, eyes round with curiosity. “Why are you making your serious detective face?”

Jungkook inhaled slowly before forcing a smile. “Detective face?” he asked, crouching down slightly to meet his son’s height.

Jungsoo nodded eagerly. “Mmm! You always look like that when you’re thinking super hard! Like when you catch bad guys in your police thingy!”

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, ruffling his son’s hair. “Ah, I see. Guess I was just lost in thought.”

Jungsoo hummed, tilting his head before grinning. “Then don’t think too much, Appa! We’re going to Eomma now, remember?”

Jungkook’s grip on his coat loosened.

Right.

Jungsoo was here.

His son. His priority.

No matter what anyone said. No matter whose name was linked to Arin’s.

He was still Jungsoo’s father.

Pushing aside the unsettling weight in his chest, he stood back up and reached for his son’s hand. “You’re right,” he said, his voice lighter now. “Let’s go find your Eomma.”

Jungsoo beamed happily.

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The soft chime of the elevator signaled their arrival at the executive floor of Kim Corporation—a space of polished marble, glass walls, and the quiet hum of efficiency. Jungkook stepped out with Jungsoo in his arms, the little boy’s fingers still tangled in his shirt.

He had been here before.

Once.

A long time ago.

Back when he had barely known Arin—back when the idea of being her husband had been nothing more than a ridiculous suggestion forced upon him.

But today felt different.

Maybe it was because of what had happened in the elevator.

Maybe it was because of the way people whispered.

Or maybe—just maybe—it was because of what he saw the moment he looked ahead.

Across the expanse of the hallway, Jungkook’s eyes found her.

Arin.

Standing beside Kim Taehyung.

Not just Taehyung—there were others. A group of sharply dressed businessmen, engaged in what seemed like an important conversation. Arin was standing with perfect posture, her professional aura undeniable, her expressions poised and confident.

But Jungkook's gaze wasn't on them.

It was on her.

Something inside him twisted in a way he couldn’t explain.

She was standing too close to Taehyung. Not inappropriately close, but closer than he liked.

Why did it bother him?

It shouldn't.

He knew better.

He knew Taehyung loved Miso.

His brother worshipped his wife. Taehyung had built a family, a home with Miso and their son, and there was no room in his heart for anyone else.

Jungkook knew this.

And yet—

Why did his chest feel tight?

Why did he feel like an outsider standing at a distance while Arin stood with them?

Why did the thought of any other man—Taehyung or not—being near her make his jaw clench?

This is ridiculous.

She’s  mine.

She's my wife.

She always will.

The moment Jungsoo spotted Arin and Taehyung, his little body stiffened with excitement. Then, before Jungkook could prepare himself—

“EOMMA! TAE-TAE APPA!”

His small yet powerful voice echoed through the pristine executive floor of Kim Corporation.

Heads turned. Conversations halted. The quiet hum of business came to an abrupt pause as people directed their attention toward the unexpected scene.

Jungkook felt the stares.

The curious glances. The whispers.

But he didn’t care.

All he saw was her.

Arin, standing in the midst of several high-profile businessmen, her professional posture still intact, yet her expression flickered with surprise as her eyes found them.

Taehyung, standing beside her, turned as well—his familiar, composed face softening into an amused smile at the sight of Jungsoo.

Without hesitation, Jungkook walked forward, his boots clicking against the marble floor as he approached them, his grip on Jungsoo firm and steady.

When he reached them, he stopped, adjusting Jungsoo on his hip before bowing slightly to Taehyung and the other businessmen—a sign of respect despite the sudden interruption.

The businessmen exchanged intrigued looks but acknowledged the gesture with nods of their own.

“Eomma!” Jungsoo whined as he wriggled in Jungkook’s hold, his tiny hands reaching for Arin. “Why didn’t you come pick me up? You said you would!”

Arin’s expression softened further as she crouched slightly to be at eye level with her son.

“Sweetheart, I got caught up with work,” she explained gently. “I was going to come for you soon.”

Jungsoo pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. “But I waited! You didn’t come, so Appa brought me instead.”

At that moment, the businessmen, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly perked up with interest.

One of them, a middle-aged man in a crisp navy-blue suit, glanced at Arin with a raised brow.

“So… he is your husband?” he asked, nodding toward Jungkook.

Another man, slightly younger with silver-rimmed glasses, turned to Taehyung.

“And he’s your younger brother, Mr. Kim?”

The shift in atmosphere was immediate.

A second of silence.

And then—

Before Arin or Taehyung could respond, Jungkook moved.

With one fluid motion, he pulled Arin toward him—his arm circling tightly around her waist, pressing her against his side.

Jungsoo remained securely in his other arm, his small hands gripping Jungkook’s shirt.

The air grew heavy.

And then, in a voice that was smooth yet undeniably firm, Jungkook replied:

“Yes, Arin is my wife. And I… am Jungsoo’s father.”

He stretched the word ‘father’ just slightly—just enough to leave no room for doubt.

His tone was calm, deliberate, and undeniable.

The businessmen seemed taken aback. A few exchanged glances, nodding in newfound understanding, as if confirming an assumption they hadn’t dared to voice before.

Arin, however—

She was frozen.

Jungkook could feel it.

The slight stiffening of her body. The sharp intake of her breath. The unspoken tension in her frame.

But she didn’t react.

Not in front of them.

Not yet.

The businessmen recovered quickly, their initial surprise melting into polite smiles.

One of them, the man with silver-rimmed glasses, crouched slightly to look at Jungsoo.

> “So, little one,” he said with a kind smile, “you must love your Appa a lot?”

Jungsoo nodded eagerly. “Of course! Appa is the best! He gives me piggyback rides and lets me eat ice cream even when Eomma says no!”

The businessmen chuckled, clearly entertained.

Another man spoke, looking at Jungkook. “Detective Jeon, you must be very busy with your work. It must be hard to balance family life and your job.”

Jungkook’s grip on Arin tightened imperceptibly.

“I always try make time for my family,” he said, his voice steady. “No matter how busy I am.”

The businessmen nodded approvingly.

As the conversation continued, Jungkook never let go.

Not for a second.

His hold on Arin remained firm, unwavering.

Every time one of the businessmen spoke to her, his hand at her waist tightened slightly, as if silently reminding them exactly who she belonged to.

Even when Jungsoo spoke, excitedly telling them about his day, Jungkook’s posture never changed.

His claim never faltered.

And Arin—

She remained silent.

Not arguing.

Not pulling away.

But he knew.

He could feel the silent storm brewing within her.

As soon as the businessmen walked away, the air shifted.

Arin, who had been silent and still in Jungkook’s hold all this time, took the opportunity to free herself.

With a firm yet controlled motion, she slipped out of his grasp, taking a small step away to create distance between them.

Jungkook felt the absence of her warmth immediately.

But before she could say anything, Taehyung chuckled, his deep voice breaking the awkward silence between them.

“Relax, Jungkook.” His eyes gleamed with amusement as he adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit.
“Arin isn’t going to run away.”

Jungkook smirked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, his stance relaxed but his eyes sharp.

“I know,” he said smoothly. “I was just claiming my place. Nothing more.”

His tone was casual, but there was a weight behind his words. Something like warning.

Arin swallowed, awkwardly glancing between the two brothers. She didn’t like the way Jungkook said that.

Like he was staking a claim.

Like he want everyone to know she is his.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Jungsoo cut in—his voice loud and eager, completely unaware of the tension between the adults.

“Eomma, Tae-Tae Appa! You know what happened in the elevator?”

Both Taehyung and Arin looked at him, their focus shifting to the little boy in Jungkook’s arms.

Arin reached out to smooth down Jungsoo’s hair. “What happened, baby?”

Jungsoo pouted, his small brows furrowed in frustration.

“Some weird people were saying Appa is my  driver!”

Silence.

Taehyung and Arin’s expressions immediately darkened.

Their lighthearted conversation vanished.

Jungkook, who had been watching Arin’s reactions, suddenly felt her shoulders tense.

“What?” Arin’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “Who said that?”

Taehyung, too, straightened his posture, his eyes sharpening with authority. “Jungsoo, tell us exactly what they said.”

Jungsoo nodded eagerly, his tiny hands gesturing as he repeated, “They said Tae-Tae Appa is my real appa, not my Appa!”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

Arin’s breath hitched.

Taehyung’s usually relaxed expression became icy.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then, slowly, both Arin and Taehyung turned their heads to look at Jungkook.

As if waiting for his reaction.

As if expecting him to be angry.

But Jungkook?

He exhaled sharply, then gave a small, sarcastic chuckle.

“Tch.” He shook his head, lips curving into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “They probably just mistook Taehyung-hyung as Jungsoo’s father.”

His voice was controlled, too controlled.

“Since they think Arin looks more like his wife than mine.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment before smirking bitterly. “They assumed Arin is his wife. Since, you know… you both  match so well.”

The words came out casually. Almost as if he didn’t care.

But the moment he said it, Arin froze.

Taehyung, too, let out a slow breath, his dark eyes studying Jungkook’s face.

“This is the first time I’ve heard of this,” Taehyung finally said, his voice low but firm. “But if these rumors are circulating in my office, I’ll make sure they’re dealt with.”

Arin nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Yes. This needs to stop.”

Jungkook didn’t respond immediately.

He simply nodded. Jungkook said nothing.

But deep down, beneath his carefully constructed calm—

He still didn’t understand.

Why did it bother him so much?

Why did the thought of Arin being seen as someone else’s wife twist inside him like a slow, relentless ache?

He had no answer.

And it was starting to drive him insane.

He didn’t understand what he was feeling.

Why did this bother him so much?

Why did the thought of people thinking Arin belonged to Taehyung make his stomach turn?

He knew his brother loved Miso.

He knew Taehyung had no interest in Arin. And he never will.

So why did it still get to him?

Why did he feel like punching someone just thinking about it?

The air was thick with unspoken words.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung adjusted his cuff, his sharp gaze scanning the office floor with a contemplative frown. Arin remained tense beside them, her arms folded as she processed the weight of what Jungsoo had just told them.

Jungkook should have moved on from it by now.

It was a simple misunderstanding—an ignorant mistake made by a few people who didn’t know any better.

And yet.

The moment he had heard those murmurs in the elevator—those casual assumptions that Arin and Taehyung were a power couple, that Jungsoo could not possibly be his son—something inside him had snapped.

The possessiveness had surged before he could stop it.

It wasn’t rational.

It wasn’t even logical.

But it had gripped him all the same.

> Why did it feel like his entire world had been thrown off balance?

> Why did it feel like he had something to prove?

> And why—why did the thought of Arin being tied to someone else, even in a rumor, leave behind a bitter taste in his mouth?

Jungkook forced his emotions into a tight box, keeping his face unreadable as Taehyung finally broke the silence.

“I’ll make sure the misunderstanding is cleared up,” he said, his voice even but edged with finality. “If employees are spreading rumors, they need to know their place.”

Arin nodded, her expression hardening. “I don’t want such baseless talk in my company.”

Jungkook scoffed internally.

Of course, that’s all it was to her—baseless talk.

But to him?

He wasn’t sure what it was.

Before anyone could say more, Taehyung let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“Anyway, I have a meeting to attend.” He patted Jungsoo’s head lightly. “I’ll see you later, little one.”

Jungsoo grinned. “Bye, Tae-Tae Appa!”

With that, Taehyung turned on his heel and strode away, his presence leaving a noticeable void.

Jungkook watched him go, his expression unreadable.

His fists clenched in his pockets.

A storm was brewing inside Jungkook.

And it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

The tension in the air was palpable. Even after Taehyung had left, an invisible weight lingered between Jungkook and Arin, one that neither of them seemed ready to acknowledge.

Jungkook stood there for a moment, feeling a strange sense of displacement—like he was an outsider in a place that should’ve felt familiar.

Jungsoo, still nestled in his arms, was completely oblivious to the emotions silently clashing between his parents. The little boy played with the buttons on Jungkook’s shirt, humming to himself, his world untouched by the turmoil brewing around him.

Then, Arin finally sighed, her posture relaxing just slightly.

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before looking up at Jungkook.

Her gaze was steady, but there was something behind it—something careful, almost hesitant.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” she said softly. “Your whole lunch break got wasted because of me.”

There was genuine remorse in her tone, but also a quiet exhaustion that Jungkook wasn’t used to hearing from her.

His brows furrowed slightly at that. He studied her.

She was apologizing.

Not for what had happened earlier—not for the rumors or the possessiveness that had taken root in him—but for something far more simple.

For his wasted time.

Because that’s all it was to her, wasn’t it?

His mixed emotions were nothing.

His unsettled feelings were irrelevant.

She was just doing her job—and he was just the father of her child.

Jungkook forced a chuckle, keeping his expression relaxed. “It’s fine,” he replied, shaking his head. “I didn’t mind.”

And that was the truth.

He hadn’t minded.

But he had hated what came with it.

The whispered conversations.
The way people assumed she belonged to someone else.
The way he felt so irrationally possessive of her—

Arin exhaled, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

“I had an urgent meeting,” she explained. “I didn’t even have time to check my phone.”

Jungkook swallowed, suddenly feeling something sharp and unpleasant lodge itself in his chest.

“I understand.”

His voice was calm—too calm.

A practiced neutrality.

“Besides,” he added, forcing a small smirk, “it was a good opportunity to see your office once.”

There was something in the way he said it—something loaded.

Something almost… accusing. Which he has no right about, because of things he did in past.

he was searching for something in this space.

Or maybe… someone.

Arin noticed.

But she didn’t address it.

She simply nodded, her gaze flickering down to Jungsoo, who was now playing with the edge of Jungkook’s sleeve.

Jungkook cleared his throat, shifting his weight slightly before adjusting Jungsoo in his arms.

“I should go now.”

His words felt like a finality, even though he didn’t want them to be.

Arin met his gaze, her lips parting slightly—as if debating whether to say something.

But she didn’t.

She simply pressed her lips together, giving him a small nod.

Jungkook turned his attention back to Jungsoo, his expression softening despite the storm raging inside him.

“Be good, okay?” he murmured, pressing a warm kiss to his son’s forehead.

Jungsoo giggled, his little fingers curling into Jungkook’s jacket.

“I’m always good, Appa!”

Jungkook chuckled, though the sound lacked its usual warmth.

He pulled away slowly, feeling a strange sense of reluctance settle in his chest.

His gaze flickered back to Arin, and for a split second, he hesitated.

Say something.

But what?

What was there to say?

That he hated how easily people assumed she belonged to someone else?
That he didn’t understand why he felt this way, only that he did?
That he didn’t like the way this moment felt like goodbye, even though it wasn’t?

He said nothing.

Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, his expression unreadable.

“Bye, Arin.”

His voice was even, but something about it felt wrong.

Arin blinked at him, searching his face, as if trying to read between the lines of a conversation they weren’t having.

“Bye, Jungkook.”

Her voice was softer than before, but that only made it worse.

Jungkook turned away before he could think too much about it.

With each step he took, a mess of emotions he didn’t understand churned inside him.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t know what to do with them.

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Author’s Note:

Hey, lovely readers!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter filled with unspoken emotions, hidden jealousy, and growing tension between Jungkook and Arin. Jungkook is struggling with feelings he doesn’t fully understand yet, and the way he instinctively claimed Arin in front of others? Whew, the man is in deep denial!

What do you think—will Jungkook continue suppressing these emotions, or will they eventually explode? Let me know your thoughts!

Stay tuned for more drama, tension, and unexpected moments!

—StarlitWings ✨