Taehyung’S Forbidden Stranger A Caged Childhood

Jeon Jungkook was now one year old. He had just taken his first steps. But there was no celebration. No warmth. Only silence... and control.

~ AT NURSERY ROOM~

Mrs. Jeon was kneeling on the floor with her hands open wide

Jeon Mira

come on my baby.. come to mama That's it, baby... Just one more step! ( she was smiling widely while looking at her son)

Jungkook took a shaky step forward, then another. His eyes lit up at his mother’s smile. He stretched his tiny arms out, heart racing with joy.

Jeon Mira

That's my boy! you're walking! ( she said with teary eyed)

But before she could catch him in a hug--

Jeon Daewoon

step back, Mira ( sharp voice)

Jeon Mira

Daewoon... let me hold him. just for a moment, please (pleading)

Jeon Daewoon

Enough. He's not a toy to cuddle when he amuses you ( cold gaze)

Jeon Mira

He's not a weapon either (cold gaze)

Meanwhile, Jungkook stumbled and fell. He began to cry softly. Mira moved quickly to pick him up, but Daewoon was faster.

Jeon Daewoon

Stop crying. Crying is weakness. There is no room for it in your blood ( picking up Jungkook)

Jeon Mira

(voice trembling) Daewoon.... He's just a baby...

Jeon Daewoon

(firm) He is the heir to the underworld. He doesn't have the luxury of being "Just a baby".

Jungkook clung to his father’s black shirt, sobbing silently. His little eyes looked over Daewoon’s shoulder—toward Mira.

Jeon Mira

(voice breaking) Please... at least let him be held by his mother. He needs warmth.

Jeon Daewoon

(turning away) The world is not warm, Mira. He'll learn that early.

saying that daewoon left with jungkook leaving Mira alone to cry.

~Time skip:- Afternoon at Private training room~

The mansion had a room no maid dared enter. It was Daewoon’s training space—soundproof, sealed, and strict.

Bodyguard 1

( whispering to another) He's really going to start training the baby.

Bodyguard 2

He's not a baby. Not in Master's eyes.

Jungkook sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by wooden blocks—not for play, but for testing focus.

Jeon Daewoon

(standing over Jungkook) Pick up the block. Now place it in a straight line. No mistake.

Jeon jungkook

( confused, staring) Ba...bwoo..?

Jeon Daewoon

(snap fingers) Don't babble. Just focus, Jungkook

Jeon Mira

( watching from the glass window, fists clenched) He can barely speak and you want him to focus on lines.

Jeon Daewoon

(not turning) Yes. I don't want him to speak until he learns to speak with purpose. Every word should be calculated, precise. Just like every move.

Jungkook blinked up at his father. He didn’t understand the harshness… but he obeyed. His tiny hand reached for the blocks again. Trembling.

~Time skip:- At night~

The mansion was silent. Servants were dismissed and Guards were on high alert.

Mrs.Jeon tiptoed into jungkook's room nursery

Jeon Mira

( whispered) Shh.. My love. Mama's here now.

She scooped the sleeping child into her arms and held him close. Her tears fell into his hair, but she didn’t let herself sob. She couldn’t wake him.

Jeon Mira

( rocking slowly) You're not a weapon. You're not a monster. You're just... My little boy. And I'll protect what's left of your heart.

She hummed a soft lullaby, one her mother once sang to her.

Jeon Mira

(firm whisper) Daewoon doesn’t own your soul, Jungkook. I’ll make sure he never does.

But outside the door… in the shadows… Daewoon stood. Listening. Watching.

Jeon Daewoon

( dark murmur) So stubborn, Mira. You’re only making it harder for yourself.

He turned and walked away, leaving cold footprints behind

TIME SKIP

Jungkook was four years old now. He had never seen a playground, never played with another child, and never felt sunlight on his face. His world was made of stone walls, locked doors, and cold hands that shaped him into a weapon.

In training hall at the morning

Jeon Daewoon

(firmly) pick up the dagger, Jungkook. let me see your stance.

Jeon jungkook

(quietly) okay Appa. I'll do it

Jeon Daewoon

(nodding) Good. Now, tell me where you strike if you want to injure but not kill.

Jeon jungkook

(focused) The shoulder.. or the leg.. Maybe the wrist.

Jeon Daewoon

and what if there's no room for mercy?

Jeon jungkook

Then I aim for the neck or the heart.

One of the guards stepped forward, kneeling with a soft smile. He didn’t want to frighten the boy.

Bodyguard 1

Don’t worry, young master. We’re just practicing. I’ll go easy on you.

Jeon Daewoon

(sharply) He doesn’t need you to go easy on him. Treat him like a real opponent.

The training began. Jungkook’s movements were fast and exact—far too advanced for a child. The guard tried to dodge, but tripped and crashed into a metal hook on the wall. Blood spilled to the floor.

Jeon jungkook

(panicked)I—I didn’t mean to hurt him! I didn’t want to—

hearing the panicked voice of her child, Mira rushed inside and saw jungkook looking at the bodyguard lying on ground with the blood dripping from his head.. probably dead now.

Jeon Mira

(anxiously) Jungkook! What happened? Oh no, he’s bleeding! What did you do?

Jeon jungkook

( tears welled up in his eyes) Mama, I hurt him. I was just doing what Appa told me. I didn't mean to..

Jeon Daewoon

( calmly) He did what he was taught. He followed orders.

Jeon Mira

(angrily) He’s a child! Not a soldier. Can’t you see how scared he is?

Jeon Daewoon

( kneeled infront of jungkook) You did well, son. The man was older, stronger, and yet you overpowered him. That’s something to be proud of.

Jeon jungkook

( confused) but.. he's hurt.

Jeon Daewoon

( firmly) That’s the price of survival. Never feel sorry for being strong. Never regret winning.

Jeon Mira

( tears welled up in her eyes) Strength isn’t about hurting people. He needs to understand that. He needs love too!

Jeon Daewoon

( coldly) love will get him killed.

saying that Daewoon pushed Mira outside the room and ordered his bodyguard to clean the room. Jungkook was still frightened and shocked and was looking at the floor.

Later that night, Mira sat beside Jungkook in his nursery. He lay quietly under the covers, staring at the ceiling.

Jeon Mira

( gently) Sweetheart, can we talk? I know today was hard. But it’s okay to feel scared sometimes. You’re not weak for feeling things.

Jeon jungkook

(softly) Appa says feelings are bad. He says people who cry are weak.

Jeon Mira

That’s not true. Being able to feel means your heart is alive. It means you care.

Jeon jungkook

(said quietly) But… you cry a lot. Appa never cries.

Jeon Mira

(shocked) I cry because I care about you, Jungkook. Because I’m your mother.

Jeon jungkook

(pulls away slightly) I don't want to be like you.. I want to be strong like Appa.

Mira’s heart broke hearing those words. They weren’t her son’s words. They were Daewoon’s.

Jeon Mira

(voice shaking) Even if you turn away from me… even if you stop calling me Mama… I will never stop loving you. You’re my son. Always.

Jungkook didn’t respond. He closed his eyes and turned away. And for the first time… Mira felt like she had lost him.