After leaving his mom's room, Jungkook returns to his own, feeling anxious. He calls a few maids to look after his mom and take care of her, asking them to update him with any news.

Sitting on the bed, he feels the emptiness of the room and misses you. When you come in with a plate of food but head straight to the bathroom without saying a word, he notices the tension. He stands up and gently knocks on the bathroom door.

Jungkook: "Hey, are you okay?"

Hearing only the running water, he sighs and sits on the couch, feeling helpless. He tries to eat the food you brought, but it tastes bland. His thoughts keep drifting to you, and he wishes he could comfort you.

Jungkook is surprised when you come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He tries to stay focused, but he can’t help but notice your bare shoulders and legs. He clears his throat and speaks.

Jungkook: "You forgot your clothes."

As you get dressed, Jungkook struggles to hide his reaction and tries to stay calm. He sits on the edge of the bed after you're dressed and asks:

Jungkook: "Are you alright?"

You respond, irritated: "Yes, you can see how okay I am, Mr. Jeon!"

Jungkook flinched at your sarcastic tone but took a deep breath before speaking.

Jungkook: "I know you're upset, but—"

YN: "I don't want to talk. Just leave me alone."

Jungkook felt a pang of guilt and sadness. He sat on the couch, overwhelmed and in tears, feeling lost.

After a while, he looked at the bed where you were curled up under the covers.

Jungkook: (softly) "Lotus, please, just look at me. Let me explain."

When you turned to face him, tears on your cheeks, he felt a glimmer of hope. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face and spoke softly.

Jungkook: "I'm really sorry for what my mom said and did. I never wanted any of this. I don’t believe her accusations. I trust you completely." (He holds your hand tightly) "I know you were worried. My mom is just upset and angry. This isn’t your fault."

He brushed your hair and looked into your eyes.

Jungkook: "I love you and I chose you. My mom’s accusations don’t change that. Trust me, I’m on your side."

YN: (pout) "It’s not about trust. It’s about handling these accusations."

Jungkook chuckles softly, touched by your pout.

Jungkook: "We need to give her some time. She’ll understand why I chose you. Right now, she’s angry, and if we keep our distance, it might make things worse."

YN: (sigh)

Jungkook: "Shh! It’ll just create more chaos."

He pokes your pout lightly, trying to lighten the mood..

💌

A few days passed, and at first, Mrs. Jeon was relieved that you were away from her. Even though the nurse kept encouraging her dislike for you, Mrs. Jeon's anger began to lessen. She started observing how you cared for Jungkook. She saw how you took care of him, handling everything from washing clothes to cooking, and paying attention to all the little details about him. She noticed how your face brightened when he came home from work, showing that you were a devoted wife who truly loved her husband.

You were quietly cutting vegetables at the dining table when Mrs. Jeon entered the room, coughing. Noticing the water jug was empty, you got up to refill it. As you returned and placed the jug on the table, Mrs. Jeon watched you. You then moved the plate of veggies to the side, not wanting to draw her attention.

Mrs. Jeon: (She watched you with a conflicted expression, wondering if you were truly wrong for Jungkook.)

She saw you trying to cook Korean food by following a recipe on your phone, but it wasn't going well. She sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV, realizing you had no one to talk to in the house except Jungkook and a few maids. Despite the challenges, you never complained and kept trying hard.

YN: (frustrated) "It's not working... Should I call Jeon? No, he's at the office." (Pouting, you go to the washroom.)

Mrs. Jeon, unable to resist, comes into the kitchen to see what you’re cooking. She sighs, noticing your lack of technique, and starts fixing it for you.

YN: (returns and freezes upon seeing her)

Mr. Jeon: (noticing you, he puts on a stern face) "If you don’t know how to cook, why are you trying?"

YN: "Jeon was craving this last night..." (quietly)

Mrs. Jeon's stern expression softens as she hears your response, recognizing the effort you're putting into cooking for Jungkook.

Mrs. Jeon: (sighs) "He always had a weakness for this dish since he was young."

YN: "He loves food... especially when it's made by you." (quietly)

Mrs. Jeon smiles nostalgically, remembering cooking for Jungkook when he was young.

Mrs. Jeon: "He was a picky eater, but he always finished his plate when I cooked for him."

YN: "He... loves you, Mom." (hesitantly)

Mrs. Jeon's expression softens further, feeling guilty for her initial dislike and harsh words.

Mrs. Jeon: "I know, dear. I love him too..."

YN: "He never mentions you, but he always thinks of you. Don't hate him because of me. Hate me if you must, but he needs his mom."

Mrs. Jeon’s eyes well up with tears, touched by your words.

Mrs. Jeon: "I never hated him, and I don’t hate you either. Please understand, it's hard for me."

You look at her with tear-filled eyes.

YN: "I....understand... it's hard for you mom...." (Crack voice muttered)

Mrs. Jeon's heart aches seeing your tears. She gently places a hand on your shoulder.

Mrs. Jeon: (struggling to hold back her own tears) "I may not agree with your marriage, but I see now that you’re good to him. I see how much you care."

YN: (shocked) "You... you...(hesitantly) "Mom... do you... accept me?"

Mrs. Jeon nods sincerely, acknowledging your care for Jungkook.

Mrs. Jeon: "I see the effort you put into taking care of him. You truly love my son. I’m sorry for being so harsh. I was blinded by my own pain."

YN: "I’m so so-rry... we never wanted it to be like this, but..."

Mrs. Jeon: "I know. Life doesn’t always go as planned."

As tears fall, you bend down to touch her feet.

Mrs. Jeon: (surprised, She tries to pull you up, her voice shaky with a mixture of shock and emotion) "Y-Y/N, there's no need for that. Please, get up."

While you and Mrs. Jeon are talking, the nurse, standing off to the side, clenches her fists in anger and mutters, “Mr. Jeon is only mine,” as she watches unnoticed.

Suddenly, Mrs. Jeon stiffens, her gaze narrowing behind you, and speaks coldly.

Mrs. Jeon: “Stop eavesdropping on our family matters.”

Nurse: “Oh, Mrs. Jeon, I didn’t hear anything. I just came to remind you about your medicine.”

Mrs. Jeon glares at the nurse, knowing she was listening in.