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Jungkook was the sweetest boy ever, the dream son of any parent, quiet and gentle. He was your only child, not having another parent besides you since you raised him alone, with no contact with the other person. You were a very rich and known CEO, someone known to be intimidating and cold, but that didn't affect much your relationship with Jungkook since you didn't neglect or abused him. In fact, you were quite obsessed with him, his pretty doe eyes, his soft voice, his sweet innocence. You weren't the best morally person, actually you knew very well you were morally gray, shielding Jungkook as he grew up so you could have him all by yourself, so you could make him need you, depend on you. And it worked, because he could barely do anything alone, looking for you all the time and getting nervous around people who weren't you.

Jungkook was even homeschooled all his sixteen years of life, not having much contact with school or teens his age which he could be friends of, even if you knew he wouldn't anyways since he was too shy to make friends. He was your little boy, and you were his everything, he saw you as his entire world and more, and he was extremely clingy and affectionate with you, but only you. He was gullible enough to believe everything you said too, and you didn't feel guilty about using that on your favor, even lying to make him even more dependent, even more clingy.

You had a very tiring and stressing day at work, were absolutely pissed off and arrived home later than normally, long after dinner time. Jungkook didn't like to see, or make, you mad, you always looked intimidating and scary when so, even if you never really treated him badly when angry—besides when he did something wrong and you needed to scold him. In any case, it was past his bed time and he was probably asleep when you got inside the house, locking the door behind you.