Seokjin, his heart racing with adrenaline and fear, fought his way through the labyrinthine corridors, his mind focused on rescuing his son. He dodged and weaved through the maze of rooms, his every step propelled by an unwavering determination to reach Jung-eon's side.

Seokjin's heart pounded with a frantic intensity as he sprinted through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned warehouse, his ears straining to pick up the faintest sound of his son's laughter. The air was thick with dust and the echoes of his own footsteps; the silence broken only by the ragged breaths that escaped his lips.

He had been running for what seemed like an eternity, his legs burning with exhaustion, his lungs screaming for air. But the thought of Jung-eon, his precious son, lost and alone, fueled his determination. He would not rest until he found him.

Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence, a sound that sent a jolt of hope through Seokjin's veins. It was the sound of laughter, a child's carefree giggles echoing through the vast emptiness of the warehouse.

Seokjin's heart leaped with joy. Could it be Jung-eon? Was his son finally within reach?

With renewed vigor, he followed the sound, his footsteps quickening with anticipation. The laughter grew louder, leading him deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the warehouse.

He rounded a corner and there, in a dimly lit room, he saw his son. Jung-eon was playing with a toy car, his face lit up with a radiant smile, his laughter filling the room like a melody.

Seokjin's heart swelled with relief and love. He had found his son. Jung-eon was safe.

He rushed towards Jung-eon, his arms outstretched, his voice filled with emotion. "Jung-eon!" he cried.

Jung-eon looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Daddy!" he exclaimed, his smile widening even further.

Seokjin scooped Jung-eon into his arms, holding him close, his tears of joy mingling with Jung-eon's laughter.

Seokjin's heart sank as the figure of Jung-eon before him began to blur and distort, its laughter fading into an eerie silence. The realization dawned upon him that he was not holding his son in his arms, but rather a mere illusion, a virtual projection conjured by the Black Rabbit Casino's insidious technology.

He collapsed to his knees, his heart shattered, his mind reeling from the cruel deception. The warmth that had filled him moments ago was replaced by a chilling emptiness, a void where hope had once resided.

The laughter that had echoed through the room was replaced by a mocking silence, the silence of a cruel game played by those who sought to manipulate and exploit. Seokjin felt like a pawn in their twisted game, a plaything to be tormented with false hope and then plunged into the depths of despair.

He clutched his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he struggled to comprehend the cruel prank that had been played upon him. The image of his son, so vivid and real just moments ago, now seemed like a cruel mirage, a figment of his desperate longing.

Seokjin's eyes welled up with tears of anguish, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Jung-eon? Where are you?"

But there was no response, only the mocking silence of the empty room. He was alone, trapped in a virtual prison of his own making, his hopes and dreams crushed beneath the weight of a cruel illusion.

Amidst the desolate emptiness of the virtual room, a sudden clap echoed through the silence, breaking the oppressive stillness that had enveloped Seokjin. The sound sent a shiver down his spine, a chilling reminder of the presence that lurked within this digital prison.

As the echoes of the clap faded, a figure materialized before Seokjin, his eyes gleaming with a sinister amusement that made Seokjin's heart clench with dread. It was Jungkook, his ex-husband and now his tormentor, the architect of this cruel deception.

"Well, well, well," Jungkook drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look who's finally realized the truth."

Seokjin remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jungkook, his heart pounding in his chest. He had known that Jungkook was behind this cruel illusion, but to see him standing there, so real and yet so malevolent, filled Seokjin with a surge of anger and despair.

"You thought you could escape me, Seokjin," Jungkook continued, his voice laced with venom. "You thought you could take my son and start a new life without me. But I told you, you can never escape me. I am your past, your present, and your future."

Seokjin's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He wanted to lash out, to confront Jungkook with all the fury that burned within him. But he knew that Jungkook would only relish his anger, that he thrived on the pain of others.

So, Seokjin remained silent, his composure a mask that hid the turmoil within. He would not give Jungkook the satisfaction of seeing his anger, or hearing his pleas for Jung-eon's return.

Jungkook, sensing Seokjin's defiance, grew even more agitated. He paced around the room, his hands gesturing wildly, his voice rising in pitch. He spoke of betrayal, of vengeance, of the pain Seokjin had caused him.

But Seokjin turned him out, his mind focused on one thing: Jung-eon. He had to find his son, to rescue him from this virtual prison, to protect him from Jungkook's twisted games.

As Jungkook's rant continued, Seokjin's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, a way out of this digital nightmare. He noticed a faint flicker in the corner of his vision, a subtle anomaly in the otherwise seamless virtual environment.

With a surge of hope, Seokjin focused on the flicker, his mind reaching out, probing the digital construct around him. He felt a resistance, a barrier designed to keep him trapped. But he pushed through, his determination fueled by the love for his son.

The flicker grew brighter, its edges forming a shimmering portal. Seokjin knew that this was his chance, his escape route from Jungkook's clutches.

Before Jungkook could react, Seokjin lunged towards the portal, his body dissolving into a stream of data as he crossed the threshold. The virtual room vanished, replaced by the cold, harsh reality of the abandoned warehouse.

Seokjin collapsed onto the hard concrete floor, his body trembling from the exertion. He was free, but his son was still in danger. He had to find a way to break into Jungkook's digital fortress, to rescue Jung-eon from the clutches of his virtual prison.

With renewed determination, Seokjin rose to his feet, his mind racing with strategies. He would not rest until he had his son back in his arms, safe from Jungkook's twisted games. The battle was far from over, but Seokjin was ready to fight, his love for his son his ultimate weapon.

"I'll never gave up on you Jeon Fboy Jungkook,"