Healing Presence's

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Author pov

The next morning, every single article about Y/N vanished from every app and platform. Not a trace of the scandal remained. But despite the articles being deleted, people were relentless. The media was buzzing, the public demanded a statement from Jeon Jungkook himself.

Jungkook had no choice. He agreed for a live interview to clear everything once and for all.

As the cameras rolled, the reporters wasted no time.

"Mr. Jeon, can you address the recent articles defaming your wife, Mrs. Jeon Y/N? Are those accusations true? The public demands clarity."

Jungkook's face remained composed, but his jaw tightened.

"I'll clarify this once and for all," he began, his voice calm but sharp like a blade. "Every single word written in that article is false. Those photos? Fabricated. Doctored. Manipulated."

He took a breath, his eyes narrowing.

"I know my wife better than anyone. She is my other half. She's my life. My love. She has stood beside me in every storm, every difficult time. Whatever position I hold today is because of her. Without her, there is no Jeon Jungkook."

The room grew silent, his words heavy with raw emotion.

"I can't imagine a single moment of my life without her. She is my oxygen." His lips curved into a small, bittersweet smile. "She is a gem, rare and precious. And I am the luckiest man alive to call her mine."

But his gaze turned cold as steel when he addressed the media again.

"So, to everyone who spread venomous lies, who shamelessly judged her-apologize. Apologize for the words you used. For the pain you caused. You owe her that." His voice dropped an octave, filled with a chilling authority that demanded obedience.

"Thank you." He gave a tight, sad smile before standing up, exiting the conference without waiting for further questions. His hands were trembling. His heart-aching.

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Backstage, Taehyung approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's done, Jungkook. You can go to her now. Me and Jimin will handle the rest."

Jungkook simply nodded, his throat too tight to respond, and left immediately.

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Reaching home, he quietly entered their room. His eyes softened as they fell upon Y/N's fragile form, curled up in the bed, her face marked with dried tears.

He sat beside her, gently caressing her cheek, brushing away a few strands of hair. His lips pressed a feather-light kiss on her forehead as he whispered, "I'm here now, sweetheart."

Unable to resist, he laid down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He tucked both of them under the duvet, his hold possessive yet delicate.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured into her hairline, his heart pounding as though pouring all his unsaid emotions into those words.

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Y/N stirred awake, slowly opening her eyes to see Jungkook's face inches away. The way he looked so peaceful, so close-it made her chest tighten.

Her hand reached out on its own, cupping his cheek, her thumb softly caressing it.

"Thank you... for loving me, even when I'm not someone who deserves love. You deserve someone better... prettier... someone who can match you. Not me..." Her whispered confession broke her own heart as a tear slipped from her eye.