Y/n- we both decided to take Divorce.
Y/D- beta, don't take any decision in hurry and in anger...
Jungkook- no dad... We already decided it.
J/m- dear, don't you guys think that your are taking wrong decision.
Y/n & Jungkook- NO...
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Jungkook had the window seat, and you were sitting right next to him.
He had been staring out of the window the entire time, lost in his thoughts. You gently held his bicep, leaning your head on his shoulder for comfort. But then, you heard a faint sob escape him.
You quickly lifted your head, concerned, and looked at him.
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Y/N- Kook... what's wrong?
Jungkook turned to you with a soft smile, trying to mask his emotions.
Jungkook- Nothing
But you noticed his reddened eyes and the faint pink of his nose, revealing the truth he wasn't saying.
Y/N- Why did you fight with your mom because of me?
Jungkook hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice soft but filled with conviction.
Jungkook- Because you're my future. When I think about what's ahead—my dreams, my life—it's always you. My wife, our kids...
He emphasized "our" with a gentle yet firm tone.
Your heart ached at his words, but guilt also gnawed at you.
Y/N- But still... you could've at least listened to her, Kook.
He let out a small sigh, his gaze falling back to the clouds outside.
Jungkook- I know. I know, and it hurts. But I had to make her see how much you mean to me.
You touched his hand gently, squeezing it.
Y/N- She's your mom. Don't hurt her like that. She only wants what's best for you, just like my parents wanted the best for me.
Jungkook's eyes locked with yours, a hint of frustration mingled with affection.
Jungkook- And you? Didn't you fight with your parents for me? Didn't they also just want the best for you?
You sighed deeply, leaning back in your seat.
Y/N- That's different, Kook...
He turned fully toward you, his voice firmer now.
Jungkook- No, it's not. It's the same. You trusted me to handle things my way, didn't you? So, please... let me handle this with my parents too. My way.
His tone was steady, almost unyielding. You knew this side of Jungkook well—when he made up his mind, there was no convincing him otherwise. All you could do was nod, resting your head back on his shoulder.
At Seoul
Two days had passed since you both returned home. While everything between the two of you was back to normal, you could see the tension lingering in Jungkook's mind whenever his parents came up.
