The front door slammed so hard the frame rattled, shaking picture frames on the wall. Jungkook looked up from the couch, muscles tightening instantly. His son stormed in, backpack half-unzipped, eyes blazing, chest rising like a furnace.

"You don’t get it!" he shouted before Jungkook could even speak, throwing the bag against the wall. "You never get it! Everyone hates me! They laugh at me, they whisper, they don’t want me around—and you’re just here, playing happy with him!" His finger jabbed toward the living room where Niko sat quietly.

Jungkook stood slowly, veins ticking in his neck, his hands already balled into fists at his sides. "Watch your mouth. Don’t drag him into this. This is between me and you." His tone was low, heavy with warning.

The boy laughed, sharp and ugly, pacing like a cornered animal. "Of course it’s about him! It’s always about him now! You’re too busy with your boyfriend to even see me falling apart! Do you even care I sit alone every single day at school? That no one talks to me? That I come home and all I see is you smiling with someone else like I don’t exist?!" His voice cracked, rage choking into grief, but his eyes stayed burning.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard it shook his words. "Don’t you dare twist this. I bust my ass for you, I put everything into keeping this house together, and you stand here spitting in my face like I’m the enemy?!"

The boy’s chest heaved, eyes glassy, and then—suddenly—he shoved Jungkook with both hands, hard, sending him stumbling back a step. "Because you are! You don’t hear me! You don’t see me! You just replace me with him!"

Jungkook’s temper snapped like a bone under pressure. He lunged forward, grabbing his son by the shirt and slamming him back against the wall. His voice was thunder, raw and violent. "I see you. Every damn day I see you! But all you give me is hate! You want to know why you don’t have friends? Because you treat people the way you’re treating me right now!"

The boy thrashed in his grip, teeth gritted, tears finally spilling. "Because no one wants me! Not even you!" His voice cracked, shattered, breaking the room in two. He shoved back again, wild and desperate, knocking a lamp to the floor with a crash.

For a moment, Jungkook froze, breathing ragged, staring at the broken boy in front of him—the fury, the loneliness, the pain. His hands shook, still clenched in his son’s shirt, torn between wrath and heartbreak.

The storm outside raged in perfect unison, lightning flashing through the windows as father and son stood face to face, two explosions colliding in the same house, all the bottled pain finally spilling into fire.