Husband┋Jeon Jungkook

It all began with a marriage neither of you wanted. A contract inked not with love, but with business agreements, political handshakes, and family expectations. You and Jungkook were tied together not by choice, but by duty.

From the very beginning, resentment lingered like a shadow in every room you shared. Jungkook, especially, had been against it—adamantly. You were younger, too young in his eyes, and he had always believed that age-gap marriages never truly worked. To him, you were an obligation forced onto his shoulders, and he swore he would never look at you as anything more.

You, on the other hand, had no lover waiting for you when the marriage happened. No secret boyfriend, no romance sacrificed. But Jungkook? He had Jiwoo (I'm so sorry jiwoo 🥲). A woman who wrapped herself in expensive perfumes and even more expensive lies. Toxic, manipulative, and addicted to alcohol, Jiwoo had perfected the art of playing the victim. And yet, Jungkook fell for it—or at least, he thought he had. You didn’t even know she existed.

But time has a way of unraveling truths hearts don’t want to admit. Day by day, something shifted. Not a dramatic lightning strike, but a slow-burning fire. You found yourself noticing him in the quietest ways—the way his laugh carried across the room, how he softened when he wasn’t trying to, how his presence filled spaces like no one else’s. And Jungkook... well, he began to fall harder, deeper, and in ways he couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t the shallow kind of attraction. It wasn’t “she’s my type.” It was maddening, unfair, earth-shattering. You drove him crazy, and he loved every second of it. Soon, the hate dissolved into a love so intoxicating it frightened both of you. He was always thinking the same thought every night Why is she so unfairly perfect? Why does she drive me insane like this?

Jungkook became hopelessly devoted. He spoiled you shamelessly—lavish trips to countries you’d only dreamed of, gifts delivered daily without you even asking, every whim granted as if he could read the secret wishes in your heart. He ignored Jiwoo completely, never texting her, never calling back. He was done with her, preparing to cut the string that tied him to her toxicity. Because now, there was only you. ━━━༺༻━━━ Tonight was Jiwoo’s birthday. She waited for him, expecting his arrival, his attention, his love. But Jungkook never showed. He knew what day it was, but instead of champagne and bars, he chose candlelight and you.

The two of you sat together in a luxurious restaurant, a place where chandeliers glimmered like captured stars and velvet chairs seemed to swallow you whole. The waiters moved quietly around you, serving dish after dish as Jungkook leaned across the table, his gaze locked on you as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist. the warm golden lights bouncing off the crystal glasses painting your skin in a glow that nearly stopped his heart.

“Order anything you want,” he said with that teasing smile of his. Then, softer—his voice a confession meant for you alone. “Actually, scratch that. Order the whole menu. I don’t care. As long as I get to watch you smile, everything else in my life feels meaningless. You’re the only thing worth indulging in.”

And then, as though he hadn’t just broken and rebuilt your heart in one sentence, he took your hand across the table and pressed a tender kiss to your skin. The warmth of his lips against your knuckles sent shivers racing up your spine. You were melting, completely undone.

Meanwhile, his phone lay on the table, face down and set to silent. He had made a promise to himself—nothing, not even the smallest distraction, would ruin this night with you. What he didn’t know was that Jiwoo had been calling, texting, and spiraling into desperation. The screen lit up again and again with her name, but he didn’t so much as glance at it.

But then, Jungkook excused himself, leaning close to brush a featherlight kiss against your cheek. “Don’t miss me too much, sweetheart. I’ll only be gone a minute.” His voice carried that boyish lilt that always seemed to make you forget to breathe. He gave your cheek a quick playful tap, grinning, before slipping away toward the bathroom.

You laughed softly, but when he left for the bathroom, you reached for your own phone—only to find the battery had completely died. With a small sigh, you instinctively picked up his phone instead, just to check the time.

But the second you unlocked the screen, your breath caught. Thirty unread messages. All from the same name.

Jiwoo 🍾: +30 messages.

hey, babe you coming or not? I miss you!! why are you ignoring me for weeks? are you planning a surprise for me? I'm waiting at our usual bar.

The words burned into your vision, stabbing like glass splinters straight through your heart. Thirty messages. Thirty desperate reminders that Jungkook wasn’t just yours—that maybe he had never been yours at all.

The room seemed to tilt, your stomach sinking as though the floor had dropped beneath your feet. For a moment, all the sweetness, all the laughter, all the gifts and kisses collapsed into doubt. Had he been lying this whole time? Had you fallen for a man who never let go of another woman?

Now, the choice lay heavy on your chest, sharp as a knife: Would you confront him? Pretend nothing had happened? Or leave quietly before he ever knew you had seen the truth?