The sunlight filtered through the tall curtains as Rose stretched on the couch. She had barely slept, but still carried that bold fire in her eyes. She got up and entered the dining hall, expecting the usual—maids, food, and silence.

But today, it was different.

The table was already set, perfectly arranged. Jungkook was sitting at the head, his posture calm, his expression unreadable. Easton and the maids stood stiffly at the sides, clearly sensing the tension.

“Good morning, wifey,” Jungkook said smoothly, sipping his coffee. His tone wasn’t angry—it was dangerously calm.

Rose narrowed her eyes but sat down across from him. “Good morning, boss,” she mocked.

He smirked. “I see you’re still brave after last night.”

“I see you’re still obsessed with controlling me,” she shot back, picking up a piece of toast.

But instead of reacting, Jungkook leaned back in his chair. Then he raised his hand slightly—immediately, the maids cleared the entire table in silence, removing every plate, every dish, every spoon. Within seconds, the huge dining table was empty.

Rose frowned. “What the hell is this?”looking at him.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk.

“You said you don’t care about my rules, Rose. Fine. From now on, you’ll eat only when I allow it.”

Her grip tightened on the toast in her hand. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I already did,” he said coldly, his eyes locking with hers. “You want to play bold? Let’s see how bold you are when hunger breaks you.”

Rose placed the toast back on the empty plate and leaned forward, her gaze sharp as a blade.

“You think starving me will make me bow down, Jungkook? Try harder. I’d rather starve than obey you.”

The maids gasped quietly, Easton shut his eyes in dread. But Jungkook only chuckled darkly, standing up and walking behind her chair. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.

“Careful, wifey… you might find out how far I can go to make you mine.”

Rose smirked, turning her head slightly toward him.

“Careful, Jungkook… you might find out I’ll never break.”

He straightened, his eyes burning with challenge. For the first time, instead of pure anger, there was something else flickering in them—admiration.

The entire day passed with Rose refusing to touch food. Jungkook deliberately kept the maids from serving her anything, waiting to see how long her stubbornness would last.

By evening, Easton stood nervously outside Jungkook’s study. “Sir… it’s been a whole day. She hasn’t eaten anything.”

Jungkook didn’t even look up from his laptop. “Good. Let her learn that every action has a price.”

Easton hesitated, but Jungkook’s cold eyes shut him up instantly.

Meanwhile, in her room, Rose sat on the couch, her arms wrapped around her stomach. Hunger gnawed at her, but her pride was stronger. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.

When Jungkook finally came into the room at night, he found her lying there, pale but still defiant. She looked up at him and smirked faintly.

“Wow… is this your great power, Jungkook? Starving your wife?”

He walked closer, crouching beside her. His hand brushed her cheek, but his voice was low, dangerous.

“No, Rose. My power is making you realize that no matter what you do, you can’t win against me.”

She slapped his hand away weakly, glaring at him.

“Then you don’t know me at all. I’ll never bow to you… never.”

For the first time, Jungkook saw that even in her weakness, her fire didn’t die. And that made something inside him tighten. Instead of shouting, he just stared at her for a long moment, then stood up.

“Fine. Let’s see how long you last.”

He left the room, locking the door behind him. Rose clenched her fists, whispering to herself—

“I won’t break, Jungkook. Not for you.”

Three days passed. Rose hadn’t eaten a single proper meal. Her body grew weaker, her steps unsteady, but her pride didn’t let her surrender.She was stubborn from her childhood.

On the third evening, when Jungkook entered the room after work, he found her standing by the window he was already worried for her she had not eaten anything.She smirk at him, as always, but before she could even speak, her head spin and she fainted due to weakness.

“Rose!” Jungkook’s voice thundered as he rushed forward, catching her before she hit the floor.

For the first time in years, fear flickered in his eyes. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her swiftly to the bed.

“Easton!” he roared. The door burst open, and Easton came running.

“Bring the doctor. Now!”

Within minutes, the doctor arrived and checked her pulse. “She’s severely weak due to lack of food. If she hadn’t been caught in time, things could’ve been…... dangerous.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching. When the doctor left, he sat beside her, staring at her pale face. She was unconscious, her breathing shallow.

He touched her hand carefully, almost hesitantly.

“Idiot… how dare you scare me like this?” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

Then, with unusual gentleness, he ordered the maid to bring soup. When it arrived, Jungkook himself lifted the spoon, waiting for her to wake up.

After a while, Rose stirred. Her lashes fluttered open, and she found Jungkook sitting there, his eyes darker than ever but… softer, too.

“Eat,” he ordered, bringing the spoon to her lips.

Rose turned her head away weakly. “I don’t want it.”

Jungkook grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His voice was firm but shaking slightly.

“You will eat, Rose. You can fight me in every way, but not like this. Not with your life.”

For the first time, Rose saw something other than arrogance in his eyes—fear.

Rose, still pale, looked at him with weak but stubborn eyes.

“I said I don’t want it… keep your food to yourself. you said that i will eat when you say but i don't want to eat .”

Her voice was faint, but her defiance was sharp enough to pierce him.

Jungkook’s jaw flexed. For a moment, he closed his eyes, trying to stay calm, but then his temper snapped. He gripped her chin tighter, leaning so close she could feel his breath.

“Don’t test me, Rose. You think you can win like this? Starving yourself .yes I said before now eat ?”

She tried to push his hand away, but she was too weak. A faint smirk played on her lips.

“At least… I’ll win one thing. Disobeying you.”

That smirk was the last straw. Jungkook scooped a spoonful of soup and pressed it against her lips. She clenched her mouth shut, shaking her head.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

“No.”

His eyes burned, and without hesitation, he pinched her nose gently, forcing her lips to part as she gasped for air. In that instant, he slipped the spoon into her mouth.

Rose’s eyes widened—furious, helpless. She coughed but swallowed. He smirked darkly.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She glared at him, her voice hoarse.

“You’re a monster.”

“Then remember this, wifey…” Jungkook leaned close, his voice low and commanding. “…even if you fight me, even if you hate me, I will never let you break yourself. If you won’t care for yourself, I’ll do it for you—by force if I must.”

He fed her another spoon, and despite her resistance, she had no strength left to fight. Tears of frustration pricked her eyes, but Jungkook only smirked, watching every drop slide past her lips.