My Wifey Noona
Introduction
Taehyung had always been the kind of girl others looked up to—graceful, intelligent, and disciplined. At 23, she had just completed her master's in Fine Arts and was already being considered for a junior lecturer position at a prestigious college. Her life was a straight line of achievements. Teachers loved her. Parents used her as an example. She had little time for anything outside her goals.
Jungkook, 18 and still in his final year of high school, was the complete opposite. He was impulsive, popular, and confident—sometimes too confident for his own good. He came from a wealthy family with political connections, and while he wasn't exactly reckless, he was used to getting his way. He hated being compared. And unfortunately, he was compared to Taehyung—a lot.
Their families knew each other well, often attending the same events and parties. That’s where Jungkook first met her—not as a student, not as a peer, but as "that perfect noona" everyone kept praising.
She had corrected his grammar once at a charity gala.
He never forgot it.
Taehyung
You should say, 'I'm Jungkook' instead of 'myself Jungkook.
From that moment on, he disliked her. It wasn’t hatred exactly—it was more complicated than that. He saw her as someone who represented everything he couldn’t stand: control, responsibility, and the suffocating expectations of adulthood.
While Taehyung barely noticed Jungkook, he watched her with a mix of resentment and fascination. He thought she was fake—too perfect to be real. And somewhere deep inside, he wanted to expose that. To show everyone she wasn’t as flawless as they believed.
But neither of them expected that a scandal—one neither caused but both were tied to—would force their names together in a marriage neither wanted.
chapter 1
Jungkook’s resentment grew with every event where Taehyung shined. It wasn't just the way she spoke so fluently, or how adults always leaned in when she talked—it was how effortlessly she made him feel less. And even worse, she didn’t try to do it. She just existed that way.
So Jungkook made a decision.
He would expose her.
Not with something reckless, but with something smart—calculated. He would find the cracks in her perfection and let the world see them.
He muttered to himself during a school fundraiser, watching her charm a group of parents.
Jungkook
No one’s that perfect all the time
He noticed things no one else seemed to: how her smile dropped the second people turned away, how she seemed tired beneath her eyes, how she left early from parties and always walked alone to her car.
One night, he followed her out after a charity event.
Jungkook
You always leave before the crowd dies down
Stepping into the parking lot light
Jungkook
Trying to avoid someone?
She jumped slightly, hand gripping her bag tighter.
Taehyung
What are you doing out here?
Jungkook
You’re not really the life of the party once the show’s over, huh?
Taehyung looked at him, eyes cool but unreadable
Taehyung
Everyone performs, Jungkook. You just don’t like when someone does it better.
He didn’t have a response. Not a real one.
He had expected to find arrogance or deceit. Instead, he found a girl carrying the crushing weight of everyone’s expectations.
But it didn’t stop him.
Not yet.
chapter 2
Jungkook tried befriending her younger sister at first, pretending to be interested in helping with schoolwork.
Flipping through a textbook
Jungkook
Your sister always so...perfect?
Tae's sister
You sound like half the school. Tae’s just—she works really hard, you know? Like, scary hard.
Tae's sister
Especially at home
She whispered, as if it were a secret
Tae's sister
She cries sometimes. Thinks I don’t hear. But I do.
It frustrated him even more
Taehyung wasn’t cold—she was guarded. Always composed, always on edge. Almost like she was afraid to make a mistake.
And now, Jungkook didn’t know if he wanted to expose her anymore…
Or understand her..
The evening was lit with celebration—firecrackers bursting in the sky, laughter echoing through the streets, and music thumping from the grand wedding hall in their neighborhood. Jungkook, dressed sharply in a fitted black suit, wandered through the crowd, already restless.
He should've felt joy. This was his cousin's big day, after all.
But something felt... off
Not among the guests. Not near the dance floor or buffet or even the edge of the celebration.
She was across the street, standing beneath a dim lamp post, whispering to a guy Jungkook didn't recognize. The man wore a dark hoodie pulled low over his head. She kept glancing around nervously.
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