hanni it is...

At evening the master bedroom was quiet, Henry stood in front of the mirror. You stepped up in front of him, reaching up to loop his tie. Your fingers worked through the familiar knot, a routine you had done a hundred times before. Henry smiled down at you, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist tightly, his thumbs resting on your hips to pull you closer against him. You pouted up at him, your hands resting flat against his chest.

"I hate it when you leave me," you complained softly. "We spend so little time together lately." Henry leaned down and lazily kissed your cheek, his voice soft and deeply apologetic. "Sorry, my love. But it’s just two weeks. Then I'll be back from Tokyo."

"Two weeks is too much," you muttered, looking into his honest eyes, feeling the ache of loneliness before he was even gone. "And we didn't even have sex last night it's been almost three weeks we haven't did it."

Henry looked genuinely guilty. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips gently sucking your lower lips, you didn't took the movement much because it lacked the desperate fire you craved. He pulled away just enough to look at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "When I get back, I promise I'll be fully yours."

You walked down the stairs with Henry, helping him carry his last minute briefcase to the main gate. Henry stopped at the gate, pulling you into his arms one last time to kiss you goodbye.

"Take care of yourself, darling," he murmured, his kiss warm and gentle against your lips."Safe travels," you whispered back. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, stepped into the waiting car, and drove away. You stood at the main door of your house, leaning against the frame as you watched his car disappear around the corner. Just as you were about to turn and head back inside, movement across the driveway caught your attention.

Jungkook was out in his front garden. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants. The dim evening light caught the sharp, defined lines of his chest and the deep contours of his abs. Your eyes instinctively rested on him, tracking the intricate patterns of the black ink sleeve that covered his entire right arm. He looked effortlessly attractive, his dark hair falling slightly messy over his eyes as he worked in the yard.

Jungkook suddenly paused his movements and lifted his head. His eyes locked directly onto yours across the driveway. You quickly stepped backward, pulling your front door shut. But just before the latch clicked, you couldn't help but glance back. He hadn't moved. He was still standing in the garden, his gaze fixed on your door with a slow, unreadable expression.

A few hours later, night completely took over the neighborhood. Looking for a distraction from the empty house, you stepped out onto your second floor balcony with a warm mug of tea. Your attention was immediately drawn across the driveway. The front door of Number 16 opened.

Jungkook's wife, Sophie, stepped out into the driveway. She was heavily dressed up in a tight, sparkling party dress and high heels. She didn't look back once as she slid into a waiting luxury car and sped off toward the city.

Jungkook stood at the open doorway for a moment, watching her leave with a completely indifferent look on his face. He closed the heavy door, and went upstairs to his bedroom. From your balcony position, his master bedroom was completely visible. The entire front wall of his room was a massive, modern see through glass mirror. Inside, the dim, moody lights were turned on, casting everything. You watched as Jungkook walked into the space, completely exhausted.

He threw himself onto the mattress, lying flat on his back, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. A few minutes passed as he stared intensely at his screen. Then, his hand slowly drifted down below his waistband, his body shifting under the covers as he completely lost himself in whatever he was looking at, totally unaware that your eyes were still glued to his window.

He pulled his thick, hard cock out into the open, his grip tightening around it as he began to stroke himself with slow, deliberate friction. Henry's dick is quite big but not as Jungkook’s for tge very first time in your life you've ever seen this handsome cock.

His head rolled back against the pillows, his jaw clenched as he lost himself in the rhythm. You froze. Every logical bone in your body told you to turn around, walk back inside your room, and shut the blinds. But your feet felt like they were glued to the floor of your balcony.

The raw, heavy intimacy of the view completely paralyzed you. You had never seen Henry look so desperate or uninhibited, even when you were in bed together. Jungkook’s hand moved faster, his chest rising and falling heavily as the tension built in his body.

Suddenly, his head snapped up. As if sensing eyes on him, he drifted directly toward his glass wall straight in the direction of your balcony. Panic flared through your veins. Moving on pure instinct, you lunged backward, hiding completely behind the thick outdoor curtains. Your heart was beating loudly. You squeezed your eyes shut.

You scrambled back inside your bedroom. Slipping onto the edge of your mattress, you let your head drop back. You felt heat washing over your skin. The vivid image of Jungkook, his head rolled back, his hand gripped tight around himself, refused to leave your mind.

Your fingers trembled as you reached up, tracing the heat blooming along your neck before slowly sliding down to press flat against your chest. Your heart was still hammering ypu were abouttosqueez your breast but. The sudden, loud vibration of your phone on the nightstand made you gasp, breaking the heavy tension in the room.

You lunged for the device, It was just a random friend from your social circle calling out of the blue.

The morning sun broke through the clouds. You stepped out onto your balcony to enjoy the fresh air, dressed in a satin pink robe nothing underneath your nipples poking through the fabric.

Across the driveway, you noticed Jungkook was already outside, checking his mail, wearing nothing but his boxer the outline on his cock looked so heavy. As he straightened up, he noticed you on the balcony and offered a friendly wave.

"Hey," his voice called out across the quiet morning. "Come down for a second, I think I have something of yours." You headed downstairs and opened your front door, stepping onto the porch to meet him. Jungkook walked over to the edge of your steps, holding out a long white envelope.

"The mail carrier must have mixed these up, this was in my box by mistake," he explained with a polite smile.

"Oh, thank you for bringing it over," you replied, taking the envelope from him. As your finger brush lightly to his.

You noticed Jungkook's gaze briefly falter, his eyes dropping slightly to your chest. Realising you were just in your morning robe, you cleared your throat softly, a sudden wave of self consciousness hitting you. "Thanks again," you murmured, turning slightly as if to head back inside the house.

"Wait," Jungkook said, stepping a little closer to the porch stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck, offering a quick excuse. "Since the mail carrier keeps mixing our houses up, maybe we should exchange numbers? Just in case an important letter gets dropped off at the wrong place again."

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, thinking of the quiet house behind you, but the logic made sense. "Sure," you said. You quickly typed your number into his phone. As he took the device back, he looked at you curiously.

"By the way... what's your name? I realized I've only ever nodded to you."

"Y/N," you replied, smoothing down the lapel of your robe. "What about you?" He opened his mouth to answer, but before the words could leave his lips, the loud screech of tires broke the morning quiet. A car pulled into the driveway next door, stopping haphazardly.

The door flung open, and Sophie climbed out. She looked entirely miserable, her expensive party dress wrinkled, her makeup slightly smudged, and she was barely keeping her eyes open. Jungkook’s expression instantly flattened, the easygoing warmth completely vanishing from his face.

"She's my wife," he said quietly, his tone turning distant. "I know," you whispered back, feeling a sudden, heavy awkwardness settle over. Sophie stumbled slightly as she walked toward the steps. Her tired eyes scanned the space, instantly locking onto the two of you standing so close on your porch. She stopped in her tracks, throwing a sharp, freezing glare directly at you. Turning her narrow gaze to her husband, Sophie snapped coldly.

"Come home. Now."

The house was completely dark by midnight. You lay in bed, the eerie silence of the empty rooms making it impossible to sleep. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself, but the sharp image of Sophie’s freezing glare from this morning kept playing on a loop in your mind.Suddenly, a banner flashed across the top of your screen from an unknown number.

At evening the master bedroom was quiet, Henry stood in front of the mirror. You stepped up in front of him, reaching up to loop his tie. Your fingers worked through the familiar knot, a routine you had done a hundred times before. Henry smiled down at you, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist tightly, his thumbs resting on your hips to pull you closer against him. You pouted up at him, your hands resting flat against his chest.

"I hate it when you leave me," you complained softly. "We spend so little time together lately." Henry leaned down and lazily kissed your cheek, his voice soft and deeply apologetic. "Sorry, my love. But it’s just two weeks. Then I'll be back from Tokyo."

"Two weeks is too much," you muttered, looking into his honest eyes, feeling the ache of loneliness before he was even gone. "And we didn't even have sex last night it's been almost three weeks we haven't did it."

Henry looked genuinely guilty. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips gently sucking your lower lips, you didn't took the movement much because it lacked the desperate fire you craved. He pulled away just enough to look at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "When I get back, I promise I'll be fully yours."

You walked down the stairs with Henry, helping him carry his last minute briefcase to the main gate. Henry stopped at the gate, pulling you into his arms one last time to kiss you goodbye.

"Take care of yourself, darling," he murmured, his kiss warm and gentle against your lips."Safe travels," you whispered back. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, stepped into the waiting car, and drove away. You stood at the main door of your house, leaning against the frame as you watched his car disappear around the corner. Just as you were about to turn and head back inside, movement across the driveway caught your attention.

Jungkook was out in his front garden. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants. The dim evening light caught the sharp, defined lines of his chest and the deep contours of his abs. Your eyes instinctively rested on him, tracking the intricate patterns of the black ink sleeve that covered his entire right arm. He looked effortlessly attractive, his dark hair falling slightly messy over his eyes as he worked in the yard.

Jungkook suddenly paused his movements and lifted his head. His eyes locked directly onto yours across the driveway. You quickly stepped backward, pulling your front door shut. But just before the latch clicked, you couldn't help but glance back. He hadn't moved. He was still standing in the garden, his gaze fixed on your door with a slow, unreadable expression.

A few hours later, night completely took over the neighborhood. Looking for a distraction from the empty house, you stepped out onto your second floor balcony with a warm mug of tea. Your attention was immediately drawn across the driveway. The front door of Number 16 opened.

Jungkook's wife, Sophie, stepped out into the driveway. She was heavily dressed up in a tight, sparkling party dress and high heels. She didn't look back once as she slid into a waiting luxury car and sped off toward the city.

Jungkook stood at the open doorway for a moment, watching her leave with a completely indifferent look on his face. He closed the heavy door, and went upstairs to his bedroom. From your balcony position, his master bedroom was completely visible. The entire front wall of his room was a massive, modern see through glass mirror. Inside, the dim, moody lights were turned on, casting everything. You watched as Jungkook walked into the space, completely exhausted.

He threw himself onto the mattress, lying flat on his back, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. A few minutes passed as he stared intensely at his screen. Then, his hand slowly drifted down below his waistband, his body shifting under the covers as he completely lost himself in whatever he was looking at, totally unaware that your eyes were still glued to his window.

He pulled his thick, hard cock out into the open, his grip tightening around it as he began to stroke himself with slow, deliberate friction. Henry's dick is quite big but not as Jungkook’s for tge very first time in your life you've ever seen this handsome cock.

His head rolled back against the pillows, his jaw clenched as he lost himself in the rhythm. You froze. Every logical bone in your body told you to turn around, walk back inside your room, and shut the blinds. But your feet felt like they were glued to the floor of your balcony.

The raw, heavy intimacy of the view completely paralyzed you. You had never seen Henry look so desperate or uninhibited, even when you were in bed together. Jungkook’s hand moved faster, his chest rising and falling heavily as the tension built in his body.

Suddenly, his head snapped up. As if sensing eyes on him, he drifted directly toward his glass wall straight in the direction of your balcony. Panic flared through your veins. Moving on pure instinct, you lunged backward, hiding completely behind the thick outdoor curtains. Your heart was beating loudly. You squeezed your eyes shut.

You scrambled back inside your bedroom. Slipping onto the edge of your mattress, you let your head drop back. You felt heat washing over your skin. The vivid image of Jungkook, his head rolled back, his hand gripped tight around himself, refused to leave your mind.

Your fingers trembled as you reached up, tracing the heat blooming along your neck before slowly sliding down to press flat against your chest. Your heart was still hammering ypu were abouttosqueez your breast but. The sudden, loud vibration of your phone on the nightstand made you gasp, breaking the heavy tension in the room.

You lunged for the device, It was just a random friend from your social circle calling out of the blue.

The morning sun broke through the clouds. You stepped out onto your balcony to enjoy the fresh air, dressed in a satin pink robe nothing underneath your nipples poking through the fabric.

Across the driveway, you noticed Jungkook was already outside, checking his mail, wearing nothing but his boxer the outline on his cock looked so heavy. As he straightened up, he noticed you on the balcony and offered a friendly wave.

"Hey," his voice called out across the quiet morning. "Come down for a second, I think I have something of yours." You headed downstairs and opened your front door, stepping onto the porch to meet him. Jungkook walked over to the edge of your steps, holding out a long white envelope.

"The mail carrier must have mixed these up, this was in my box by mistake," he explained with a polite smile.

"Oh, thank you for bringing it over," you replied, taking the envelope from him. As your finger brush lightly to his.

You noticed Jungkook's gaze briefly falter, his eyes dropping slightly to your chest. Realising you were just in your morning robe, you cleared your throat softly, a sudden wave of self consciousness hitting you. "Thanks again," you murmured, turning slightly as if to head back inside the house.

"Wait," Jungkook said, stepping a little closer to the porch stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck, offering a quick excuse. "Since the mail carrier keeps mixing our houses up, maybe we should exchange numbers? Just in case an important letter gets dropped off at the wrong place again."

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, thinking of the quiet house behind you, but the logic made sense. "Sure," you said. You quickly typed your number into his phone. As he took the device back, he looked at you curiously.

"By the way... what's your name? I realized I've only ever nodded to you."

"Y/N," you replied, smoothing down the lapel of your robe. "What about you?" He opened his mouth to answer, but before the words could leave his lips, the loud screech of tires broke the morning quiet. A car pulled into the driveway next door, stopping haphazardly.

The door flung open, and Sophie climbed out. She looked entirely miserable, her expensive party dress wrinkled, her makeup slightly smudged, and she was barely keeping her eyes open. Jungkook’s expression instantly flattened, the easygoing warmth completely vanishing from his face.

"She's my wife," he said quietly, his tone turning distant. "I know," you whispered back, feeling a sudden, heavy awkwardness settle over. Sophie stumbled slightly as she walked toward the steps. Her tired eyes scanned the space, instantly locking onto the two of you standing so close on your porch. She stopped in her tracks, throwing a sharp, freezing glare directly at you. Turning her narrow gaze to her husband, Sophie snapped coldly.

"Come home. Now."

The house was completely dark by midnight. You lay in bed, the eerie silence of the empty rooms making it impossible to sleep. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself, but the sharp image of Sophie’s freezing glare from this morning kept playing on a loop in your mind.Suddenly, a banner flashed across the top of your screen from an unknown number.

At evening the master bedroom was quiet, Henry stood in front of the mirror. You stepped up in front of him, reaching up to loop his tie. Your fingers worked through the familiar knot, a routine you had done a hundred times before. Henry smiled down at you, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist tightly, his thumbs resting on your hips to pull you closer against him. You pouted up at him, your hands resting flat against his chest.

"I hate it when you leave me," you complained softly. "We spend so little time together lately." Henry leaned down and lazily kissed your cheek, his voice soft and deeply apologetic. "Sorry, my love. But it’s just two weeks. Then I'll be back from Tokyo."

"Two weeks is too much," you muttered, looking into his honest eyes, feeling the ache of loneliness before he was even gone. "And we didn't even have sex last night it's been almost three weeks we haven't did it."

Henry looked genuinely guilty. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips gently sucking your lower lips, you didn't took the movement much because it lacked the desperate fire you craved. He pulled away just enough to look at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "When I get back, I promise I'll be fully yours."

You walked down the stairs with Henry, helping him carry his last minute briefcase to the main gate. Henry stopped at the gate, pulling you into his arms one last time to kiss you goodbye.

"Take care of yourself, darling," he murmured, his kiss warm and gentle against your lips."Safe travels," you whispered back. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, stepped into the waiting car, and drove away. You stood at the main door of your house, leaning against the frame as you watched his car disappear around the corner. Just as you were about to turn and head back inside, movement across the driveway caught your attention.

Jungkook was out in his front garden. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but loose gray sweatpants. The dim evening light caught the sharp, defined lines of his chest and the deep contours of his abs. Your eyes instinctively rested on him, tracking the intricate patterns of the black ink sleeve that covered his entire right arm. He looked effortlessly attractive, his dark hair falling slightly messy over his eyes as he worked in the yard.

Jungkook suddenly paused his movements and lifted his head. His eyes locked directly onto yours across the driveway. You quickly stepped backward, pulling your front door shut. But just before the latch clicked, you couldn't help but glance back. He hadn't moved. He was still standing in the garden, his gaze fixed on your door with a slow, unreadable expression.

A few hours later, night completely took over the neighborhood. Looking for a distraction from the empty house, you stepped out onto your second floor balcony with a warm mug of tea. Your attention was immediately drawn across the driveway. The front door of Number 16 opened.

Jungkook's wife, Sophie, stepped out into the driveway. She was heavily dressed up in a tight, sparkling party dress and high heels. She didn't look back once as she slid into a waiting luxury car and sped off toward the city.

Jungkook stood at the open doorway for a moment, watching her leave with a completely indifferent look on his face. He closed the heavy door, and went upstairs to his bedroom. From your balcony position, his master bedroom was completely visible. The entire front wall of his room was a massive, modern see through glass mirror. Inside, the dim, moody lights were turned on, casting everything. You watched as Jungkook walked into the space, completely exhausted.

He threw himself onto the mattress, lying flat on his back, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. A few minutes passed as he stared intensely at his screen. Then, his hand slowly drifted down below his waistband, his body shifting under the covers as he completely lost himself in whatever he was looking at, totally unaware that your eyes were still glued to his window.

He pulled his thick, hard cock out into the open, his grip tightening around it as he began to stroke himself with slow, deliberate friction. Henry's dick is quite big but not as Jungkook’s for tge very first time in your life you've ever seen this handsome cock.

His head rolled back against the pillows, his jaw clenched as he lost himself in the rhythm. You froze. Every logical bone in your body told you to turn around, walk back inside your room, and shut the blinds. But your feet felt like they were glued to the floor of your balcony.

The raw, heavy intimacy of the view completely paralyzed you. You had never seen Henry look so desperate or uninhibited, even when you were in bed together. Jungkook’s hand moved faster, his chest rising and falling heavily as the tension built in his body.

Suddenly, his head snapped up. As if sensing eyes on him, he drifted directly toward his glass wall straight in the direction of your balcony. Panic flared through your veins. Moving on pure instinct, you lunged backward, hiding completely behind the thick outdoor curtains. Your heart was beating loudly. You squeezed your eyes shut.

You scrambled back inside your bedroom. Slipping onto the edge of your mattress, you let your head drop back. You felt heat washing over your skin. The vivid image of Jungkook, his head rolled back, his hand gripped tight around himself, refused to leave your mind.

Your fingers trembled as you reached up, tracing the heat blooming along your neck before slowly sliding down to press flat against your chest. Your heart was still hammering ypu were abouttosqueez your breast but. The sudden, loud vibration of your phone on the nightstand made you gasp, breaking the heavy tension in the room.

You lunged for the device, It was just a random friend from your social circle calling out of the blue.

The morning sun broke through the clouds. You stepped out onto your balcony to enjoy the fresh air, dressed in a satin pink robe nothing underneath your nipples poking through the fabric.

Across the driveway, you noticed Jungkook was already outside, checking his mail, wearing nothing but his boxer the outline on his cock looked so heavy. As he straightened up, he noticed you on the balcony and offered a friendly wave.

"Hey," his voice called out across the quiet morning. "Come down for a second, I think I have something of yours." You headed downstairs and opened your front door, stepping onto the porch to meet him. Jungkook walked over to the edge of your steps, holding out a long white envelope.

"The mail carrier must have mixed these up, this was in my box by mistake," he explained with a polite smile.

"Oh, thank you for bringing it over," you replied, taking the envelope from him. As your finger brush lightly to his.

You noticed Jungkook's gaze briefly falter, his eyes dropping slightly to your chest. Realising you were just in your morning robe, you cleared your throat softly, a sudden wave of self consciousness hitting you. "Thanks again," you murmured, turning slightly as if to head back inside the house.

"Wait," Jungkook said, stepping a little closer to the porch stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck, offering a quick excuse. "Since the mail carrier keeps mixing our houses up, maybe we should exchange numbers? Just in case an important letter gets dropped off at the wrong place again."

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, thinking of the quiet house behind you, but the logic made sense. "Sure," you said. You quickly typed your number into his phone. As he took the device back, he looked at you curiously.

"By the way... what's your name? I realized I've only ever nodded to you."

"Y/N," you replied, smoothing down the lapel of your robe. "What about you?" He opened his mouth to answer, but before the words could leave his lips, the loud screech of tires broke the morning quiet. A car pulled into the driveway next door, stopping haphazardly.

The door flung open, and Sophie climbed out. She looked entirely miserable, her expensive party dress wrinkled, her makeup slightly smudged, and she was barely keeping her eyes open. Jungkook’s expression instantly flattened, the easygoing warmth completely vanishing from his face.

"She's my wife," he said quietly, his tone turning distant. "I know," you whispered back, feeling a sudden, heavy awkwardness settle over. Sophie stumbled slightly as she walked toward the steps. Her tired eyes scanned the space, instantly locking onto the two of you standing so close on your porch. She stopped in her tracks, throwing a sharp, freezing glare directly at you. Turning her narrow gaze to her husband, Sophie snapped coldly.

"Come home. Now."

The house was completely dark by midnight. You lay in bed, the eerie silence of the empty rooms making it impossible to sleep. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself, but the sharp image of Sophie’s freezing glare from this morning kept playing on a loop in your mind.Suddenly, a banner flashed across the top of your screen from an unknown number.

{All of the stories listed below are my original work. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or claim any part of them as your own without my explicit permission. Thank you for respecting my work and supporting my writing. Happy reading! }

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ADULTERY [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: Two married neighbours , and a forbidden craving that's about to cross the lines. You're married to Henry, who's always away. Jungkook is married to sophie who loves her city nightlife more. It started during a stormy midnight text exchange breaks the ice. And you both ended up cheating on your partners.

THE JEONS [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: You married Jungkook knowing your life would never be ordinary. After a tragic accident left him paralyzed from the waist down, the world began to see him as broken but you never did. To you, he was still the strongest man you'd ever known.

Life inside the Jeon mansion is far from peaceful. While the youngest son of Mr Jeon, Keonho, hides a dangerous crush for you, the eldest son, Suho, and his wife, Rebecca, believe the Jeon empire belongs to them alone. With Chairman Mr. Jeon aka Edward Jeon refusing to name his successor, the battle for the Jeon legacy slowly tears the family apart.

{All of the stories listed below are my original work. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or claim any part of them as your own without my explicit permission. Thank you for respecting my work and supporting my writing. Happy reading! }

༄ ──── ❀ ──── ༄

ADULTERY [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: Two married neighbours , and a forbidden craving that's about to cross the lines. You're married to Henry, who's always away. Jungkook is married to sophie who loves her city nightlife more. It started during a stormy midnight text exchange breaks the ice. And you both ended up cheating on your partners.

THE JEONS [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: You married Jungkook knowing your life would never be ordinary. After a tragic accident left him paralyzed from the waist down, the world began to see him as broken but you never did. To you, he was still the strongest man you'd ever known.

Life inside the Jeon mansion is far from peaceful. While the youngest son of Mr Jeon, Keonho, hides a dangerous crush for you, the eldest son, Suho, and his wife, Rebecca, believe the Jeon empire belongs to them alone. With Chairman Mr. Jeon aka Edward Jeon refusing to name his successor, the battle for the Jeon legacy slowly tears the family apart.

{All of the stories listed below are my original work. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or claim any part of them as your own without my explicit permission. Thank you for respecting my work and supporting my writing. Happy reading! }

༄ ──── ❀ ──── ༄

ADULTERY [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: Two married neighbours , and a forbidden craving that's about to cross the lines. You're married to Henry, who's always away. Jungkook is married to sophie who loves her city nightlife more. It started during a stormy midnight text exchange breaks the ice. And you both ended up cheating on your partners.

THE JEONS [JJK] ongoing

Synopsis: You married Jungkook knowing your life would never be ordinary. After a tragic accident left him paralyzed from the waist down, the world began to see him as broken but you never did. To you, he was still the strongest man you'd ever known.

Life inside the Jeon mansion is far from peaceful. While the youngest son of Mr Jeon, Keonho, hides a dangerous crush for you, the eldest son, Suho, and his wife, Rebecca, believe the Jeon empire belongs to them alone. With Chairman Mr. Jeon aka Edward Jeon refusing to name his successor, the battle for the Jeon legacy slowly tears the family apart.