
Jungkook scooped up a spoonful of fluffy scrambled eggs, blowing on them gently before pressing it to Taehyung's parted lips. 'That's it, my sweet little sweetheart,' he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, voice a low rumble only she could hear. 'Open wide for oppa.' Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she chewed obediently, eyes sparkling with that innocent trust, oblivious to the filthy promise laced in his words.
Around the table, the family shifted uncomfortably, forks scraping plates in awkward silence. Aunts averted their eyes, lips pursed in thinly veiled revulsion at the sightโJungkook's massive hand guiding food to his sister's mouth like she was an infant, her small body nestled so intimately in his lap. Uncles exchanged glances, disgust flickering before fear stamped it out; they knew better than to voice it. Jungkook was a psycho, a walking apocalypse in human form, and one wrong word could end in blood. The air hung heavy with their unspoken hatred, all of it aimed at prying her from his grip for their own greedy schemes.












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