The afternoon sun hung high in the cloudless Seoul sky, casting golden light across the manicured grounds of the Jeon estate. The gardens were immaculate as everything in Jungkook's domain was required to be, with perfectly trimmed hedges, flower beds arranged in geometric patterns, and a lawn so green and flawless it looked almost artificial.

In the centre of this carefully controlled natural space sat Aysel, settled carefully on the grass with her enormous belly cradled between her knees, her hand resting protectively over the swell of life inside her.