Unwanted Husband (Jikook)
Unwanted
No-Jam Kook [Author]
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They say if you love someone, you should be willing to risk everything—even your own life. They say love is selfless. That when you truly love someone, you’ll do anything just to see them smile, even if your own heart is breaking behind that smile
I gave everything I had—everything I was—to make this marriage work. But maybe… maybe I'm the mistake.
Because no matter how much I give, no matter how many times I break and put myself back together just for him… he’ll never be happy with me as his wife.
A relationship should be like a tug of war, they say. You pull, I pull—we hold on together. But what happens when you’re the only one pulling… and he just stands there, watching you struggle, like it doesn’t even matter if the rope falls?
How long can you keep holding on before your hands bleed? Before your soul does?
I tried to smile as I set the meal on the table, but it didn’t reach my eyes. My hands were trembling slightly as I adjusted the plates again for the fifth time, even though they were already perfect. I’d been cooking since morning—trying every recipe I knew, watching plating tutorials on YouTube last night just to make today feel… special. Just to make him feel loved.
Because today… today my husband finally comes home.
A whole month of unanswered texts. Missed calls. A thousand thoughts in my head, each one crueler than the last.
My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to see how much effort I put in. I wanted him to notice. I wanted him to smile and say
??
You waited for me? You made all this for me?
I quickly pulled off my apron when I heard the sound of a car parking outside. My heart stopped, then raced again, pounding hard against my ribs. I ran to the small mirror hanging by the kitchen window, smoothing down my hair with my fingers, trying to wipe the oil off my face, but it just smudged.
I looked into my reflection.
I looked… tired.
I didn’t look like someone’s beloved. I looked like someone who was waiting—and had been for far too long.
Because that’s what love is, right? Even if it hurts. Even if it kills you quietly. You smile.
Just then, the front door opened—and my heart dared to hope. But something deep inside me already knew… He wouldn’t smile back.
I combed my fingers through my hair and forced myself to smile.
I have three kinds of smiles. The first one—my real smile—my eyes shine, my lips stretch wide, and joy spills out naturally.
The second one—I call it my “pretty” smile, showing off my teeth, the one I wear when I meet people outside so they don’t see how empty I am inside. And then there’s the third one—the smile I’ve mastered all too well.
The one I wear at home. The one I wear with Jungkook. The one I practiced in the mirror just now. Because sometimes, you have to look strong even when you’re breaking. Sometimes, pretending is the only thing that stops you from collapsing completely.
The front door opened. I heard his footsteps. I turned, excitement fluttering in my chest like a dying bird. Maybe this time... maybe he’ll say something. Maybe he’ll notice.
He walked in, eyes blank, shoulders stiff.
I stepped forward, heart pounding, lips trembling but still smiling. I leaned in to greet him with a soft kiss on the cheek—something gentle. Something warm.
He stepped back.
Didn’t even look at me.
Just walked past and entered the house like I wasn’t even there.
Right. How could I forget? Jungkook doesn’t have any feelings for me. I’m not someone he wants.Just someone he’s stuck with
I kept my fake smile on, even though my lips started to tremble. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the tears. I’ve gotten good at hiding them. There was a time I was just his friend. I loved him quietly, from a distance. I knew he loved someone else, and still—I stayed. I helped him win their heart, gave advice, watched him smile for someone else. Because that’s what friends do, right?
They support—even if it kills them inside.
I said, voice sickeningly sweet despite the lump in my throat.
??
I cooked your favorite.
Jeon Jungkook
I already ate
He replied, without a single glance at the food—or at me. He disappeared up the stairs before I could even respond. I stood there, in silence. The table was still set. The dishes were still warm. The candles I lit were still flickering, as if mocking me.
He never eats what I make. But still, I cook. Every single night. Maybe one day… he’ll sit with me. Maybe one day… he’ll smile. It’s been five years since we got married.
Five long, quiet, empty years. We are husbands only on paper. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t touch me.
He doesn’t ask where I’ve been. Doesn’t tell me where he goes. He leaves for days. Comes home at dawn. No texts. No calls. No explanations. Just silence. Always silence.
He doesn’t fight with me. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t hit. Not because he’s kind.
But because… to fight, you need to feel something
He never forgave me.
He thinks I forced his parents to make him marry me. I didn’t. God, I didn’t. I tried to explain. Again and again. But he never listened. Maybe he never wanted to.
Once—just once—we tried to celebrate our anniversary. Or maybe I did.
??
Hey, K-Kookie… today is our anniversary
I had said over the phone, trying to sound cheerful.
??
How about going on a d-date?
??
Please? *whispered, forcing a giggle that didn’t even sound like me*
Jeon Jungkook
Just thirty minutes *said coldly. And hung up*
Those thirty minutes… They were the most painful kind of almost. We sat in a fancy restaurant. Not a single word. Just the sound of cutlery scraping plates. I smiled through it all. Pretended I was happy. But I was screaming inside. Because thirty minutes with someone who doesn’t love you… feels lonelier than spending years alone.
I remember reaching out that night—my hand moved across the table, almost touching his. He didn’t flinch. He just looked away. I think that hurt even more.
Just seeing his face… even for a second… It’s enough to make my pathetic little heart believe it’s still worth it. To believe that maybe, just maybe, I still matter. I sat down slowly on the chair across the dining table I had spent hours decorating. The food was still warm, steam curling softly into the cold air between us. But he was already gone.
Upstairs. Door closed. No words. As if I hadn’t spoken. As if I hadn’t existed. My hands trembled as I picked up the spoon. I forced a bite into my mouth, though I couldn’t taste anything. My throat burned. My chest ached.
I blinked hard, but the tears still fell.
??
I… I missed you, Jungkook
I whispered to no one. My voice cracked, barely above a breath
??
Thank you for coming home
I looked at the food I cooked with so much care, the dishes I plated perfectly like I was preparing for a royal dinner. I let out a small, bitter laugh, tears slipping onto the tablecloth
??
The food tastes really good *murmured, still pretending someone was listening*
??
I worked hard on it. You would’ve liked it, maybe… if you tried.
My smile broke as I wiped my cheeks, only for more tears to take their place.
??
I wish you’d eat with me. Just once
But all I could hear was silence. The kind that screams louder than any voice. The kind that makes you feel like a ghost in your own home.
Jeon Jimin
Yes… my name is Jeon Jimin.
A man who has crossed every limit for love. Who broke himself, piece by piece, to build something that would never be enough. Who gave up his pride, his voice, his identity—just to stay beside someone who never once looked back.
Jungkook will always love his first husband. That’s a truth carved into his heart, a place I will never reach.
He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t hate me either. He simply… doesn’t feel anything for me. And that emptiness—his complete indifference—is far crueler than hatred could ever be.
Before the wedding, he told me:
Jeon Jungkook
You’ll never be mine. And I’ll never be yours. This is nothing but duty
Because sometimes love makes you stupid. Sometimes it makes you cruel—to yourself. Now, Five years into this lifeless marriage, I’ve memorized the sound of the silence between us. I’ve learned how to smile without joy. How to speak without being heard. How to hope without any reason.
All I ever wanted… was to be seen. To be his. Just once. But I’m nothing more than a placeholder in his life—
But I’m nothing more than a placeholder in his life—
And maybe, in the end… I was never meant to be more than that
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Min Yoongi
I stood outside his door for a full minute, hand trembling on the doorknob. This wasn’t new—we’ve lived like strangers under the same roof for years. Separate rooms, separate lives. Because he can’t stand my presence. Because even my scent makes him uncomfortable. I knocked softly.
The emotionless voice from inside. That was enough. That was always enough for my foolish heart to find hope again. I pushed the door open slowly.
Jungkook stood by his dresser, putting on his shoes. His hair was still damp, droplets of water tracing down his temple, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The sight of him still made my heart ache in the cruelest way. I held the lunchbox close to my chest like it was something precious.
Jeon Jimin
I… I made your lunch
I said gently, walking toward his desk and placing it down with trembling hands He didn’t even look at me.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not taking that *muttered while stuffing papers into his briefcase*
Jeon Jimin
I—I made your favorite… and… and you didn’t eat anything last night either *voice cracked despite trying to stay steady*
Jeon Jungkook
You already know I don’t eat anything that comes from you *said, flatly*
Jeon Jungkook
So stop wasting My time.
Each word hit harder than the last. They weren’t loud. They weren’t cruel. They were just… cold. And that kind of coldness cuts deeper than any scream ever could. I nodded slowly, my fingers curling into the fabric of my sleeves.
I whispered, like a broken record that kept repeating the same line even when no one was listening. I should’ve walked away. But instead, I asked the question my heart wasn’t ready to hear the answer to.
Jeon Jimin
Do you need anything before you go?
Please say yes. Please talk to me. Please just… see me. He finally turned around. His eyes met mine—but they were blank. Like I wasn’t a person, just something standing in his way.
Jeon Jungkook
Yes. I want you to leave *said without hesitation*
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t come in here again
Something inside me cracked. Not shattered—cracked. Like ice under a weight it can no longer hold. Pain spread through my chest like wildfire
I stuttered, placing a hand over my heart. It hurt—God, it hurt. Like my body was slowly forgetting how to breathe. I turned around quickly, forcing my feet to move even though they felt heavy, like I was walking through the ashes of my own dignity. I kept my eyes on the ceiling to stop the tears from falling. But the moment I stepped out and closed his door behind me—I broke.
Tears poured down my cheeks like a dam had burst. Why am I still doing this to myself? Why do I keep offering pieces of my heart to someone who keeps throwing them back in my face? I wiped my tears with the back of my sleeve, but they wouldn’t stop. I looked like a mess. No. I am a mess. Why can’t I be like him? Why can’t I be heartless? Why can’t I be numb? Instead, here I am—feeling everything, all the time.
I dragged myself to my room. Everything looked spotless and empty. Just like me. I ran the bath. Filled the tub slowly. Watched the water rise. Part of me wanted to sink in and never come back up. Just disappear. Maybe then, he’d notice me. Maybe then, he’d finally feel something. But I didn’t. I sat quietly. Let the water soak my skin. Let the pain weigh me down.
And then I got ready. I had somewhere to be. I’m a kindergarten teacher. Funny, isn’t it? I teach children how to love, how to speak kindly, how to express their feelings. But at home… no one listens to mine.
Jungkook had already left.
Of course, he had. He always leaves early—earlier than he needs to. Just so he won’t have to see me in the mornings. He’s the CEO of Bighit Entertainment, admired by thousands… But can’t even stand five minutes in a room with the person who calls him husband.
I packed my bag, wiped my swollen eyes, and stepped out into the world like everything was fine.
Because that’s what I do best.
I sat in the car, hands gripping the steering wheel even though I wasn’t going anywhere. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket I couldn’t breathe under. My chest still ached from the morning. Then, like magic… my phone buzzed. Hyung. Min Yoongi. Of course.
I stared at the screen for a second, wondering how he always knew when I was falling apart. It was like he had some sixth sense—Jimin-is-miserable radar. I sniffled once, then picked up.
Jeon Jimin
Hello? *said, trying to clear the sadness from my voice*
Min Yoongi
Tch *signature unimpressed tone*
Min Yoongi
Did your beloved husband return from his magical disappearing act?
Jeon Jimin
*Blinked* Y-Yeah… he came
Min Yoongi
I knew it *said softly, almost like he was talking to himself*
Min Yoongi
Your voice always changes when he's around. You get quieter…smaller.
Jeon Jimin
*Swallowed hard* He didn’t do anything. Please don’t—don’t blame him
There was a pause, then a bitter laugh from the other end.
Min Yoongi
Right. It's not his fault. It’s your fault for falling in love with a human ice sculpture who vanishes for a whole month without a single message
Min Yoongi
And then treats you like you’re the unpaid housemaid who committed the crime of breathing in his direction.
Jeon Jimin
*Bit my lip* “Hyung… please. It's not that simple. He had to leave for business, it wasn’t like he wanted to be gone…
Min Yoongi
Oh yes, business *said mockingly*
Min Yoongi
You were sick, Jimin. Burning up with fever, couldn’t even stand up properly. His own mother called him, begged him to check on you. And what did he do? Nothing. Not even a message. Not even a call.
Jeon Jimin
Hyung *whined, burying my face in my hands*
Jeon Jimin
Please… don’t talk about all this right now.
Yoongi sighed on the other end, but I could hear the frustration in his breath. Then came the switch—he always did this. The mood-lifter. The moment where he became my Yoongi again.
Min Yoongi
Sorry *muttered*
Min Yoongi
I just… I hate seeing you like this.
There was a long silence..And then, as always—he changed the topic, trying to save me from myself
Min Yoongi
Did you wear that ugly pink tie today? *teased lightly, voice softer now*
Min Yoongi
The one you swear makes you look cute but actually makes you look like a confused strawberry?
Jeon Jimin
*Laughed, despite the lump in my throat* Yah! That’s my favorite tie. The kids love it
Min Yoongi
Exactly. The kids love it. Because you look like a damn cartoon character.
Just then, one of my students waved from the gate, calling out, “Teacher Jimin!”
Jeon Jimin
Yeah *said softly, watching the little one run toward me with a beaming smile*
Min Yoongi
Go then *murmured*
Min Yoongi
Go be the sunshine for them… since someone else forgot how to be that for you
I paused. I didn’t know what to say.
Jeon Jimin
Hyung… *whispered*
Jeon Jimin
Thank you. For always calling. For… knowing.
Yoongi didn’t say anything for a moment. And then, so quietly it nearly broke me—
Min Yoongi
I always will, Jimin.
He hung up before I could say anything. I stared at my phone screen and shook my head, still smiling.
Yoongi… My best friend. My safe place. The only person who ever truly saw me. But I was still in love with someone who never even looked my way.
he never will.
In the heart of Seoul's tallest skyscraper, where power pulsed behind polished glass and expensive silence, Jeon Jungkook sat in his office like a king on his throne. A perfectly tailored suit clung to his body, his wristwatch glinted under the lights, and his fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee—unsweetened, like the way he lived his life. Not a single line on his face gave away the storm that always followed him. Not a wrinkle of guilt. Not a hint of remorse.
The door opened with a soft click, and in walked Jung Hoseok—his business partner, his oldest friend, and the only one who dared to speak bluntly in front of him.
Jung Ho‑seok
*Placed a file on the table* The Japan merger meeting’s at 4. I’ve already briefed legal
Jungkook hummed in response, eyes still fixed on the skyline. But Hoseok didn't leave. He folded his arms, gaze sharp
Jung Ho‑seok
How is Jimin?
The question cut through the silence like a blade. Jungkook’s jaw clenched.
Jeon Jungkook
You know I don’t like talking about him *replied coldly, voice void of emotion*
Jung Ho‑seok
*Stared at him, unblinking* That’s the problem. You don’t like talking about him. You don’t like seeing him. You don’t like anything about him. Then why are you still married to him?
Jung Ho‑seok
He was seriously ill while you were gone. High fever, unconscious for hours. Your mother even called you to come back. You didn’t even check on him, Jungkook.
The younger CEO didn’t flinch. His expression remained indifferent, voice even colder now.
Jeon Jungkook
I had a business trip
Jung Ho‑seok
Then you should've let me go instead. You didn't just ignore him—you abandoned him
Jung Ho‑seok
If you can’t love him, fine. If you can’t care, fine. But why ruin him like this? Why are you destroying someone who still waits for you like a fool every night?
Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his cup. His next words were sharp. Unforgiving.
Jeon Jungkook
If I could divorce him
Jeon Jungkook
I would’ve thrown him out of my life the day we got married. He forced me into this. He’s not a victim—he’s the mistake I was never allowed to correct.
J-Hope didn't argue. There was no point. He knew the moment Jimin's name was mentioned, Jungkook's hatred turned unbearable. It wasn't just indifference. It was venom—resentment carefully bottled up for years. But deep down, J-Hope also knew Jimin didn’t deserve even a fraction of this cruelty. Changing the subject, J-Hope exhaled.
Jung Ho‑seok
Anyway… Your mom’s throwing a welcome party tonight at the Jeon Mansion. She said everyone will be there. Including him
Jung Ho‑seok
*Gave Jungkook a look* I’ll see you tonight.
Without waiting for a response, he left the office, the heavy door shutting behind him with a soft thud. Jungkook stood silently for a moment, gripping the edge of his desk, eyes shut tightly. His voice came out like a confession he’d never allow anyone else to hear.
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung… *voice was soft, pained*
Jeon Jungkook
I will only love you. I am only yours.
He turned back toward his desk, pressed the intercom button, and spoke with clipped authority.
Jeon Jungkook
Tell my secretary to message Jimin. He’s expected at the Jeon mansion tonight. The driver will pick him up.
Outside, his secretary nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
But as she typed the message, her hands paused for just a second. She looked at the screen and exhaled.
‘Sir asked you to be ready by 7PM. The car will take you to Jeon Mansion.’
She hesitated. Her fingers hovered above the keys for a second longer than needed. Because even she felt it. Even she knew. That a husband who sends messages through someone else… isn’t a husband at all.
The soft click of Jimin’s watch echoed in the empty room as he finished getting ready.
He stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a flawless ivory suit that hugged his frame like it was stitched from stardust. His skin glowed under the warm vanity lights, his hair was styled to perfection, and yet—his eyes held a silence that no beauty could hide. He looked at himself. And smiled.
Not the smile that reached his eyes. Not the smile he used to give Jungkook years ago. No, this was the smile he had practiced too many times.The smile the world expects from him. The one he wears like a mask. The “I’m okay” smile. He tilted his head and tested it again, watching the corners of his lips twitch slightly.
Still, as he picked up his phone, that small flicker of hope inside him hadn’t died yet. Not completely. Not yet.
Jeon Jimin
💬 When are you coming to the party?
He typed and sent it to Jungkook. Waited. No reply. He sent another message. Then another. And another. No blue tick. No "typing..." Just silence.
Because in some corner of his heart—a small, foolish, stubborn corner—he believed that maybe one day… Jungkook would reply. Just once. Even if it was a single word.
As the car pulled into the driveway of the Jeon mansion, the grand gates opened like a scene out of a fairytale. The mansion was glowing with golden lights, laughter spilling out from the courtyard. The moment Jimin stepped out of the car, he was greeted by open arms.
She pulled him into a tight hug, like a mother who was seeing her own son after years. Her warmth made Jimin’s heart ache in places he had forgotten still existed.
Mrs Jeon
My beautiful son-in-law *smiled tearfully*
Mrs Jeon
You’ve lost weight. Are you eating properly?
Jeon Jimin
*Nodded with that same practiced smile* I’m okay, eomeoni.
Jungkook’s father came next, giving Jimin a firm, proud hug
Mr Jeon
Welcome home, Jimin. You’ve brightened up the whole place
Jimin smiled and bowed politely, his heart silently aching. Because this was the love he received… From everyone except the man he married. He stepped inside the mansion with grace, every eye turning to admire him. He looked like a prince. But inside—he was a ghost. Because Jungkook wasn’t there. Not yet.
And maybe… not coming at all.
The wind was soft today. The sky wore grey like mourning cloth, and the scent of freshly fallen rain lingered in the air as I stood in front of his grave—Taehyung’s grave. My fingers trembled slightly as I placed a bouquet of white camellias—his favourite. I knelt down, brushing away a few fallen leaves from the carved letters of his name. It never gets easier, reading it. It never will.
"Jeon Taehyung. Beloved Son. Devoted Partner. Lost, but never forgotten."
I exhaled slowly, the pain in my chest rising like smoke from something still burning inside me.
Jeon Jungkook
This was supposed to be our forever, Tae *whispered*
Jeon Jungkook
But you left me here. Alone.
I sit on the cold stone bench nearby. This… is my routine. My ritual. Every day without fail, I come here. I talk to him. I tell him everything. The meetings, the weather, the coffee I hated this morning. The pain I hide. He’s not here to answer anymore… but still, I speak. Because I don’t want anyone else to hear the truths that live in my heart. Not even myself. I don’t want to go to that party tonight. I won’t go. Because I know who I’ll see the moment I step inside that house—Jimin. Even the thought of him makes something in me twist.
I was away from him for a month. Thirty-one peaceful days. Not a single forced conversation. Not his suffocating presence.
I was happy. I hate seeing his face. He used to be my best friend. But after Taehyung died… he became something else entirely.
A shadow that clung to me under the disguise of loyalty. A poison dressed as love. I always knew he had feelings for me. I never ridiculed him for it. I respected it—silently, gently. Because back then, I trusted him. I thought his heart was kind. But he proved me wrong the moment he used Taehyung’s absence to crawl into a place he was never meant to be.
Taehyung loved me. He married me And he was happy with me. Our lives were full of dreams—till the day that car hit him and crushed everything. Including me. Now I’m alive… but not living. I’m breathing… but hollow. All that keeps me standing—
is our child. My and Taehyung’s baby. Our son.
That party tonight? I know how it'll go. My parents will shower Jimin with praise like he’s some saint who saved this family. They'll talk about how he donated bone marrow for my mother.
How selfless, how noble, how “good” he is. They won't say it aloud, but I'll see it in their eyes How disappointed they are in me. How grateful they are to him. They’ll look at me like I’m the villain… And Jimin—the man who bought me with kindness—is their golden boy.
How low did he stoop to secure a place beside me?
He knew I was in love with someone else. He knew I wasn’t his to take. And yet—he married me. All because he matched my mother’s bone marrow and made a deal in exchange for marriage. For what? For love? That wasn’t love. That was manipulation wrapped in sacrifice
And now? Now I can’t even divorce him. Because of my mother. Because of our son—who adores him like he’s his real parent. Because of the twisted image my family has built around him. He walks around like a martyr, while I'm drowning in hate.
Jimin destroyed my life the moment he stepped into it like he belonged there.
The party lights were blinding. The music, loud. The crowd, too much. But none of that mattered. Because my eyes were searching for one face only. And the moment I saw him everything else faded. There he was.
My baby. My everything. My heart that decided to live outside my chest. Dressed in a tiny black tux, bowtie hanging slightly crooked, lips stained with what I could already tell was chocolate… He looked up And the second our eyes met
He screamed like he'd just spotted a celebrity, running toward me as fast as his little legs would carry him. I dropped to my knees just in time to catch him in my arms. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I kissed his cheek and tasted salt.
Jeon Jimin
I missed you *whispered into his hair*
Jeon Jeayun
I missed you more! *puffed*
Jeon Jeayun
I cried one whole day. Grandpa gave me three chocolates to stop crying.
Jeon Jimin
Only one day? *faked a pout*
Jeon Jeayun
I didn't want to look weak, Appa. I'm six now
I smiled, hugging him tighter. He looked exactly like Jungkook. The same sharp jawline. The same eyes that pierce through you. Even the attitude—definitely inherited from that man.
But the love? The love was all mine. And yet… I couldn’t even keep him with me. When things got bad… when I got bad, Mom took him away. Jaeyun cried. He clung to me. He didn't want to go. But I let him. Because my hands were shaking too much to hold him properly.
Mom wanted me to go with them. She begged. But I couldn’t leave the house. What if Jungkook came home while I was gone? What if he was tired… hungry… cold? I know. I know there are dozens of maids and butlers. But no one knows Jungkook like I do. He never tells anyone anything. He shuts down.
And if I left, even for a few days… who would be there? No one. So I stayed. In a house where I wasn’t wanted. Because love… doesn’t need a thank you. Across the hall, I saw Jungkook’s mother standing quietly by the staircase, eyes flicking toward the door over and over again, hoping—just hoping—he’d walk in.
But I knew he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not when I’m here. She smiled faintly when she saw me and walked over, wrapping her arms around me and Jaeyun both.
Mrs Jeon
I’m so sorry again, Jimin-ah *whispered*
Mrs Jeon
He’s still not over it. But you… you’ve been so patient
I looked away, blinking fast. I hated when she apologized. Because it wasn’t her fault. Or maybe it was.
Because she was the one who asked me to marry Jungkook. She was the one who said, “Tell him you’ll marry him in exchange for your bone marrow.”
She said it because she knew the truth: Jungkook would never agree otherwise. He was still mourning Taehyung
I became the monster that stepped into a love story that wasn’t mine.
Since that day, Jungkook has never looked at me the same. He doesn't see me as Jimin. Not as his friend. Not even as a person. He sees me as the man who bought a place in his life. A transaction. A shadow.
Jeon Jeayun
*Tugged on my sleeve suddenly* Appa?
Jeon Jeayun
Can I ask something?
Jeon Jimin
Of course, baby
Jeon Jeayun
*Leaned in seriously and whispered* Is it true that I’m adopted from a drama?
Jeon Jimin
*Blinked* W-what?!
Jeon Jeayun
*Gasped* So it is true!
Jeon Jimin
Who told you that!?
Jeon Jeayun
Grandma. She was watching some drama and said, ‘Jaeyun’s drama is better than this storyline *squinted*
Jeon Jeayun
So I put the clues together.
I covered my mouth, half laughing, half crying
Jeon Jimin
You’re not adopted, my silly boy
Jeon Jeayun
*Tilted his head* So I really am your son?
Jeon Jimin
*Kissed his nose* Every cell of you is mine and your daddy
Jeon Jeayun
*Blinked* Even my ears?
Jeon Jimin
Especially your ears.
Jeon Jeayun
*Paused and asked* Appa… if I’m your everything, why do you cry when you see me?
I froze. It took everything in me to smile. To hide the ache behind my ribs. To hug him tighter instead of answering. Because how do I explain it? How do I tell a six-year-old that I cry when I see him… because he’s the only part of my life that still feels like love?
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