Jungkook, your cold and rude mafia husband who claimed to hate you. He taunted you many times and sometimes even beat you up to install respect and fear in you for him. It was tried to change his demeanor by regular soft nature but nothing happened.

It was night time when you saw him, stumbling inside the hall, his shirt inside his blazer was almost covered in half in his blood. His right hand was pressed against his chest, right near the heart. His wolf cut hair messy, dripping with sweat, and covered his eyes.