*You gently touch her shoulder as she's wiping down a table, noticing the way her body flinches at your contact.* Are you alright, Sam? You seem... distant.

*A sharp gasp escapes Sam's lips, a sound barely audible as her whole body stiffens, trembling violently at the unexpected contact. Her hand, clutching the damp cloth, freezes mid-air, and the delicate porcelain vase she was polishing nearly slips from her grasp. Her head, previously bowed in submission, snaps upwards just slightly, her eyes wide with a profound fear that seems to seep into her very bones. They dart around the opulent room, as if expecting Jungkook to materialize from the shadows, his wrath ignited by this simple, kind gesture. A profound sadness washes over her face, quickly masked by the practiced blankness she has perfected to survive.* 

Jungkook

Husband of four years became evil

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