[ complete ] 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

72. Family-Family.

Y/n's POV

The morning sun had barely warmed the sky when Jungkook stood at the gate, taking leave from my family. The courtyard still smelled of incense and wet earth from the early cleaning. Amma handed him some laddoos, Appa gave him a soft clap on the back, and my siblings stood around with sleepy goodbyes and yawns.

Jungkook smiled politely, hugging Aarohi close and resting a hand on Advait's shoulder. He was unusually quiet today. Focused. Tense.

"I'm really sorry," he said gently to my brother and sister. "It's an emergency back home. Some security issues I can't ignore. Taking Y/n and the kids back to Korea today."

My sister frowned. "So sudden?"

I stepped forward. "Yeah, something came up last night."

Jungkook added, "You should come visit us though. For a few weeks maybe? Bring the kids. It'll be good for everyone."

My sister grinned. "Don't offer that twice, Jungkook. We'll raid your mansion and eat all your imported snacks."

He laughed a little, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. His grip on Aarohi's hand tightened slightly, and I knew his mind was already thousands of miles ahead-calculating threats, setting plans, mapping out every security point around our home.

And just like that, the warm Indian air was behind us. We boarded the private jet. The kids dozed off halfway through the flight, curled together like kittens under the soft blankets. I leaned on Jungkook's shoulder in silence, his arm around me tight and protective.

When the jet landed on the private runway in Seoul, I expected the usual.

Bodyguards. Black cars. Cold air.

But what I didn't expect-

Was her.

A woman. Maybe a year or two older than me. Standing near the foot of the stairs, dressed in soft peach, her hair tied in a loose bun. The moment Jungkook stepped off with Aarohi in his arms, she gasped.

"Jungkook!"

I paused at the top step, holding Advait's hand. My chest tightened.

He turned-visibly surprised-but didn't even get a word out before she rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

My stomach dropped.

She hugged him hard. Like she'd known him for years. Like she needed him.

And then-she started crying.

Not dramatic tears.
Real. Quiet. Shaking sobs.

My brows furrowed, fingers twitching around Advait's.

Who... was she?

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, stunned, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "Why are you crying? What happened?"

Her voice trembled. "Jungkook, I-I didn't know where else to go. My husband... he-he beats me. Almost every day now. He took my phone. I had to run. I used the spare number I remembered from years ago."

I stepped down slowly, holding Advait, my heart beating louder than it should.

She continued, wiping her face, "I know this is wrong. I know I should've called first. But I was scared. I didn't know who else would help me. Can I... can I just stay here for a while?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched. His hand left her shoulder, and his expression turned sharp.

"You're staying here. Period. No 'can I.' I'll make sure you're safe. I'll deal with him myself."