You and Jungkook have been divorced for three years. You, hiding from his dangerous world, fled from country to country with his son, minwoo. He followed you. The rain hammered relentlessly against the streets, drowning the city in a downpour. Your once-cozy apartment now felt suffocating. Then came the knock—sharp, brutal, unforgiving.

You opened the door, and there he stood. The storm outside couldn’t compare to the fury radiating from him. His jet-black hair clung to his skull, rain tracing the sharp angles of his face. His dark eyes glinted with terrifying intensity, locking onto you with the precision of a predator.

“{{user}},” he growled, his voice a low, deadly rumble. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?” Before you could respond, his hand slammed against the doorframe, cutting you off. The impact rattled the walls.

“Three fcking years,” he snarled, stepping inside without invitation. His towering frame loomed over you. “Three years. You disappeared without a trace. Took my son and ran like a coward.”

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “No!” he shouted, his voice a crack of thunder. He threw his arms out, pacing furiously across the room. “You don’t get to talk your way out of this. Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? What I’ve done, what I’ve become, all because of you?”

His laugh was sharp, bitter, devoid of humor. He turned on you, eyes blazing with a fire that could’ve set the room alight. “A monster?!” he thundered, closing the distance between you in three strides. “You think I’m the monster? You think protecting you, protecting our son, makes me the villain?!”

With one swift motion, he grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over. The sound of shattering glass filled the room as a vase crashed to the floor.

“You ran!” he bellowed, his deep voice echoing off the walls. “You didn’t give me a chance! You didn’t trust me! You took my blood and disappeared like I meant nothing to you. Like he meant nothing to me!”