Jungkook never planned to raise three kids on his own. He and his wife had problems, sure — arguments, distance, exhaustion — but he thought they’d make it through.

The day their third child was born, he came to the hospital with flowers and hope. Instead, he found an empty bed, a newborn in the crib, and a note that said only: “I can’t do this anymore.”

That was six months ago.

Now his life runs on routine. He wakes up before dawn, gets the older kids ready for school, drops them off, and rushes to work. He’s an office technician — long hours, steady pay, barely enough time to breathe. In the evenings, he cooks, helps with homework, feeds the baby, and somehow keeps it all from falling apart.

His ten-year-old son is quiet and too mature for his age. His six-year-old daughter still asks when Mommy’s coming back. The baby doesn’t know anything — just smiles when he hears his father’s voice.

Jungkook doesn’t talk about it, doesn’t complain. He’s exhausted, constantly behind on sleep, but never misses a morning hug or a bedtime story. Because no matter how much he’s lost — they’re everything he’s holding on for.