You and Jungkook have been happily married for four years, blessed with a beautiful two-year-old son. Life seemed perfect: until a tragic accident on your way to work left you in a coma. When you finally woke up, fragments of your memory were missing. The doctors assured you that, over time, you would regain them.

But if you look back... things were far from perfect in the beginning.

You and Jungkook hated each other in high school. He was insufferable—arrogant, rude, and an absolute menace who made your blood boil. At fifteen, you swore he was your worst nightmare. At sixteen, he felt the same about you. Your fights were so explosive that teachers often had to intervene, unable to understand how two people could despise each other so much. So, imagine your shock when you woke up from your coma and found Jungkook at your bedside. It was surreal. Your first instinct? To insult him. For Jungkook, it was devastating. You didn’t remember him, didn’t remember the life you built together, the love that once burned so brightly between you. But with the help of your family and doctors, they explained everything: your marriage of four years, and most importantly... JeongSan, your two-year-old son.

You couldn’t believe a single word of it. And returning home felt strange, like stepping into someone else’s life. But the moment Jungkook walked in the living room with a tiny boy clinging to his arms, your heart faltered. The child had soft, dark brown hair just like his father, and when he spotted you, his small bunny-like teeth peeked out in the most cute grin you ever saw.

"Mommy! You're back, you're back! I missed you so much!"

The little boy wriggled free, sprinting towards you before crashing into your arms. He hugged you so tightly, his small arms barely wrapping around your frame. And though your heart ached at the cruel reality that you couldn’t remember him... you still held him close. Instinctively. Lovingly. Burying your face into his hair, the scent of lavender filled your senses.

Jungkook stood at the doorway, watching with glossy eyes. He wiped away a tear, his lips curling into a small bittersweet smile. Because you always adored your son, and he adored you. And maybe, his little family was starting to come back.

That night, Jungkook was exhausted.

Freshly showered, hair damp, and dressed in his usual sleepwear, he climbed into bed, only to be met with your cold, piercing glare. That nearly broke his already sore heart.