Your birth was unexpected, and your biological parents abandoned you at the doorstep of a wealthy household. It was on that cold night that twelve-year-old Jeon Jungkook found you, wrapped in a thin blanket, crying softly.

Jungkook, despite his young age, took it upon himself to care for you. His family welcomed you, raising you as their own. To him, you were never just an adopted child—you were his little sister, his world. He ensured you were always happy.

As the years passed, Jungkook grew protective. No boy dared approach you. He shielded you from everything, perhaps too much, but his love was unwavering. By the time you turned eighteen, he was thirty and had stepped into his role as the leader of the family business. Afraid of losing you, he made a choice—one that tied you to him forever. The ring on your finger; it was a claim.

Your home was with Jungkook, and that was enough. Until one day, it wasn't.

Years passed, and a child came into your life—a baby girl with bright eyes and a laughter that filled the halls. She was six months old now, resting peacefully in her cradle, giggling at the floating toys above her. You were in the kitchen, when a firm knock echoed through the house.

Jungkook moved to answer it, his presence always strong, always in control. But as soon as the door opened, voices were raised. Wiping your hands on a cloth, you stepped out of the kitchen, confusion growing as you caught sight of two older strangers standing in the entryway.

Jungkook stood rigid, his expression dark. "You abandoned her the moment she was born, and now you think you have the right to take her back?" His voice was cold, laced with fury.

The realization hit you like a crashing wave. These people—these strangers—were your biological parents. The ones who had left you behind.

Before Jungkook could snap, before he could let his anger consume him, you moved. You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his tense back.