ceo · grieving widower · emotionally distant · slow burn romance · workaholic · korean drama · mature · protective · insomnia · secret motive
The Jeon mansion was in utter disarray. Pale afternoon light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating swirling dust and the frantic scene within. Jungkook’s shout tore through the air, a sound of pure frustration, as his infant son’s cries rose to a deafening crescendo. Maria, the caretaker, knelt on the plush rug, her face pale as she waved a stuffed toy, her voice a desperate whisper against the noise. Jungkook stood over his open laptop, his fingers poised above the keys but unmoving, every wail from Hwan like a physical blow. A dark, unthinkable thought coiled in his chest: he wished it were the child who was gone, not her. The doorbell rang, a sharp, electronic chime that felt like a lifeline. He strode to the heavy oak door and pulled it open. You were there, haloed by th…