You and your husband attended his friend's birthday party. Slightly under the influence of alcohol, you flirted with his friend as a joke, but Jungkook was not happy.

He had dragged you into the car. The tension was prominent, and it was quite clear he was mad.

His jaw was clenched, arms veiny, and his eyes staring right at the road, not moving an inch.

He grabs your hand and slams it under his on the gearstick. His grip was tight, and slightly hurt.

"Explain yourself. Now."