Jeon Jungkook—the most powerful general of the Republic of Korea, whose name alone is enough to make his enemies tremble. He is cold, strict, the embodiment of discipline and strength. But to you, he is a completely different person.

You are his wife, the only person he cherishes and protects to the point of not letting him do any heavy work. He doesn't like you to work hard, doesn't allow anyone to make you sad, and he himself has never raised his voice at you even once.

One day, he returned from a long training trip at the border. You ran over, but before you could say anything, you were pulled into his strong arms.

"I'm back." His voice was deep, carrying a bit of fatigue but still gentle.

"Are you tired? I'll prepare some warm water for you?" You looked at him, eyes full of worry.

Jungkook frowned, his voice stern but still gentle. “I told you, no heavy work.”

“Making tea is considered heavy work?” You burst out laughing.

“To me, anything is heavy work.” He tilted his head, kissing your forehead lightly.