The warm morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. Jungkook lay awake, propped up on one elbow, his gaze lovingly fixed on the woman in his arms. Yn’s breathing was slow and peaceful, her face nestled against the pillow, hair cascading messily around her like a halo.

Jungkook reached out gently, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek and smiling to himself. *“I’ve never felt this alive…”* he thought, heart swelling with a mixture of possessiveness and vulnerability. After all the chaos, after all the years apart—Yn was back, right where she belonged. In his arms. In his world.

Suddenly, Yn stirred slightly, her body shifting under the sheets. Jungkook couldn't help but grin. He leaned closer, softly squishing her cheeks between his fingers, causing her to blink her eyes open slowly.

A soft smile graced her lips as she looked up at him.

“Good morning, Kookie…” she said, her voice laced with sleep.

“Good morning, baby,” he replied, voice low and full of warmth.

But the tender moment was abruptly interrupted by the sharp ring of Yn’s phone, breaking the calm silence in the room. Yn groaned and looked towards the bedside table, which was a bit far from where they lay.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to get up. Jungkook chuckled at her expression.

“Can’t walk ?” he teased.

Yn shook her head with a sleepy pout.

“Then you definitely need my help, baby,” he said, sitting up and moving to fetch her phone.

But just as he picked it up and turned to hand it over to her, the screen lit up with a notification that froze him in place.

A message.

From *Taehyung*.

> **Taehyung:** *“Yn, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”*

Jungkook’s expression darkened instantly. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, deadly fire. His jaw clenched, his hand tightening around the phone.

Yn, sensing the change in his energy, sat up and clutched the blanket to her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

"Jungkook!" Yn gasped, rising to her feet, the blanket clutched to her body.

“Jungkook…?” she said cautiously.

But before she could say more, Jungkook threw the phone across the room with a force that shattered it against the wall.

“JUNGKOOK!” Yn gasped, startled, her heart racing. Rising to her feet, the blanket clutched to her body.

Jungkook began walking towards her, slow and dangerous. Yn instinctively backed away until her back hit the wall behind her. He caged her between his arms, palms pressed on either side of her head, his gaze burning into hers.

His smirk was laced with menace.

But then he paused.

He saw it—the fear in her eyes. The way her body had stiffened. His expression faltered, and slowly, he pulled back a little.

“You broke my phone,” Yn said softly, eyes still on the shattered device.

“I can buy you as much fucking as you want,” Jungkook replied quickly, waving off the concern. “But now answer my question, baby—*Who is Taehyung?*”

Yn took a deep breath, clutching the blanket tighter around herself.

“He… he’s my ex-boyfriend,” she admitted.

Jungkook stared at her, his voice lowering.

“The message didn’t sound like an ex. It said he loves you. It said he’ll *see you soon.*” His voice had a dangerous edge.

Yn shook her head. “It doesn’t matter what the message said. Or what he thinks. It’s over. A month ago, I caught him red-handed with someone else. I blocked him—but he started texting me from different numbers.I thought… I thought it would be best to just ignore him.”

I didn’t want to cause drama… so I ignored him.”

Jungkook’s face darkened. “Yn… if you’re lying to me—if you're still in contact with him—I swear to God, I will kill every man who dares to look at you, try to flirt with anyone and I’ll bring his head to your feet without hesitation.”

Tears pricked her eyes, her voice trembling and eyes welled up.

“Why are you speaking like this? Like you don’t know me…”

She looked dead into Jungkook's eyes voice shaking. “I only love *you.* Even after everything—even when we weren’t together—you were always in my heart. You never trusted me… you still don’t.”

She pushed at his chest, trying to create space between them. “Get out of my way. I don’t want to stay with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

Her words hit him harder than any bullet ever could. His hands dropped to his sides. The fire in his eyes dulled, replaced by regret and sorrow.

Jungkook’s entire world shook at her words. Guilt slammed into him like a wave.

His voice is firm but desperate . “No, no, wait—baby, I’m sorry.”

he began, then pull her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, honey. Baby, I trust you—I do. It’s just… I can’t lose you again. I went crazy when you left. You’re the only thing that keeps me sane. Please… don’t leave me again.”

Yn resisted for some second, but eventually melted into his embrace when she looked into his eyes .

“I’m sorry, honey. Please don’t cry. I trust you… I just—I can’t imagine my life without you, baby . You know what you mean to me. I was scared. I lost you once… I can’t do it again. I’ll never do this again. I’ll listen to you. I promise.”

Yn sniffled and put her head on his chest, voice muffled. “Please don’t doubt me, Jungkook … it hurts so much when you do.”

He kissed the top of her head, pulling her even closer. “I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry.

I promise I’ll never raise my voice again. I’ll never doubt you again.”

He cupped her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Stay with me. Let’s make this work. I’ll protect us, do everything that’s best for us. Just… don’t let go.”

Yn nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Okay. But we have to trust each other this time. Completely.”

And in that tender, fragile moment, Jungkook sealed his promise with a soft, lingering kiss—one filled with pain, longing, and undying love

“Just stay with me,” he whispered against her temple. “And I’ll make sure the world can never touch us again.”

And as they stood there, tangled in each other’s arms, the broken pieces of the phone on the floor seemed to symbolize something more than a device—it was the fracture of trust, of fear, of unspoken pain.

But in that embrace, maybe, just maybe—t

hey had started to heal.

OR SOMETHING IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN WHICH CAN CHANGE THEIR ENTIRE WORLD ….

To be continued …