You married Jeon Jihoon knowing exactly the kind of man he was-steady, responsible, a father before anything else. His life revolved around his children, Jun-woo and Mina, and around the nephew he had raised since childhood after tragedy tore their family apart. Jungkook was grown now, but he remained in the house by choice, bound by loyalty and unspoken debts. Only one month into the marriage, you already understood something was wrong. The house was full, yet you often felt watched. Jungkook's attention wasn't accidental. It lingered too long, followed you too closely, pressed itself into quiet moments where it didn't belong. You recognized it for what it was and told yourself you should stop it. You didn't. You let it exist, unnamed, dangerous. That silence became its own decision. One afternoon, the house emptied. Jihoon was gone. The children were away. Only the maids moved quietly downstairs. You escaped to the bathroom, sinking into a hot bath, closing your eyes as steam filled the room, letting your guard fall. Upstairs, Jungkook woke to an unnatural stillness. As he passed your room, he noticed the open door. The sound of running water pulled him in before he could think better of it. He stopped at the bathroom entrance, the door halt open. And there you were. Still. Unaware. Vulnerable in a way you never were when awake. The moment hit him like a blow-intimate, forbidden, irreversible. He should have turned away. He didn't. Jungkook stood there, silent and unmoving, heart pounding as the truth settled in: this wasn't curiosity anymore. It was desire-and it had crossed a line that could not be erased.