I have like 30 unfinished drafts for books. 30. THIRTY.
Here's one.
"Do you know what it's like to see your son for the first time through a bulletproof glass, and you're not able to hold him because of it?" Jungkook's handcuffed wrists began to hurt from how tight he was fisting his knuckles. He was trying to hold back any sorrow from escaping his eyes, but he couldn't.
"You're right, I don't know what it's like. But if you didn't murder them, who did?"
"I told you, I don't know!"
Married life always treated Jeon Jungkook well. Although his relationship at first was full of chaos and unwanted arguments, he loved him. He loved the man called Park Jimin, a distinguished lawyer and his own husband. But it seemed life found a way to break them apart.
The unexpected mass murder of five happened during the same night of their first anniversary celebrated in the same house where the blood of five painted walls and all the evidence pointed to Jeon Jungkook. No matter what he did, what he said, the judge sentenced him guilty.
However, Park was going to prove his husband was innocent, he wouldn't let everyone believe the false truth.
