FORGOTTEN LOVE
ONE
When the first light of dawn crept into the mansion, it spilled quietly through the tall glass windows…
Touching soft skin, brushing over messy dark hair, and resting gently on a boy asleep on the edge of a velvet mattress.
He didn’t wake with a start.
He opened his eyes slowly… almost fearfully.
As if the silence would break him before the sun could warm him.
There was no hand holding his.
No soft breath brushing against his neck.
No gentle hum of a sleepy voice calling him “Tae.”
Only coldness.
The kind that seeps into your bones when love starts fading… and you’re the only one left noticing.
The boy blinked again, turning his face toward the untouched side of the bed.
The pillow was still fluffed. The blanket barely wrinkled.
Like no one had laid there for a long time.
It’s been one month since he last felt a good morning kiss.
Since Jungkook last smiled at him like he meant it.
Since they last felt married.
The boy sat up, arms curling around his knees like he was still trying to protect something—maybe his heart.
The sunlight traced the delicate curve of his face, highlighting soft lips, thick lashes, and hollow eyes that carried too much for someone so young.
Kim Tae
Twenty-three.
Painter. Lover.
Husband.
He was only eight when he watched his mother die.
It was a rainy evening.
They were crossing a quiet road after art class. He was laughing—
It was the only time he smiled easily back then.
He didn’t see the car.
But she did.
She pushed him.
Hugged him tight.
Shielded him with everything she had—
And lost everything in return.
The last thing he remembers is her eyes.
Not fear.
Just love. Pure, endless, motherly love.
His father changed that night.
Maybe the grief ate him.
Maybe it was easier to blame the child than to carry the pain.
From that day, Taehyung became the ghost of the house.
Unseen. Unheard. Unloved.
His only relief was his older brother, Min Yoongi.
Yoongi never said much, but he always found a way to leave a warm meal near Taehyung’s door.
Or cover him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the floor.
But even Yoongi had limits.
Their father never liked to see love bloom again
Years passed.
Taehyung stopped expecting birthdays.
Stopped looking up when people called his name.
Stopped asking why he felt so invisible.
Instead, he painted.
He painted people he missed, warmth he craved, and homes he never had.
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Then came Jeon Jungkook.
Business icon. Cold-eyed. Sharp-tongued.
Born with everything Taehyung never had—
And somehow, fate made their paths cross.
It wasn’t love.
It was a proposal. Arranged. Signed. Approved.
Jungkook’s parents wanted someone quiet, someone who wouldn’t talk too much or demand attention.
Someone pretty to match their image.
Someone obedient.
Taehyung fit the frame perfectly.
His father agreed.
Not out of care, but because marrying Taehyung off to a powerful name meant removing him permanently from his life
The wedding was beautiful.
The boy? Not so much.
BUT OUT THE WORLD KNOW THAT THE BESINUSS TYCOON MARRIED TO A MIDDLE-CLASS BOY...
For the first four months, Jungkook barely acknowledged him.
No eye contact. No warmth.
Taehyung ate dinner alone most nights, fingers tracing the tablecloth more than touching any food.
But slowly… the silence changed.
One night, Jungkook brought him a scarf, saying it was cold.
Another time, he waited at the door when Taehyung returned late.
Then came a hug. A kiss. A soft smile. A real conversation.
They grew.
Slowly. Painfully. Beautifully.
It wasn’t perfect.
But for the first time in Taehyung’s life—
It felt like home.
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Until
TWO
Until Jennie returned.
And then…
The space between them grew colder than winter.
It's been one month they stop taking....no more conversations,Hugs,kiss, warm night...All tae can see is silence.....the silence he hate he feared
kim Tae
(to himself in his art room)
He didn’t hug me this morning.
Didn’t even look back.
I wore his favorite color… he didn’t notice.
(You’re overthinking, Taehyung).
kim Tae
(voice message to Jungkook)
Hey… I made lunch. Your favorite. Can you come home early today? Just… just wanna see you…
(message marked as “Seen”)
No reply.
The silence was too loud.
Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, legs tucked to his chest, eyes staring blankly at the untouched side of the mattress.
His chest hurt. But it wasn’t his heart this time.
It was deeper—lower. A knot twisting in his stomach.
Then it came again.
That sharp wave.
That heat rushing up his throat.
His eyes widened, and before he could think—
He ran to the bathroom, feet stumbling, hand covering his mouth.
The moment he hit the cold tile floor, he vomited—once, twice, almost losing his breath with each one.
His hands gripped the sink.
His forehead pressed against the mirror.
kim Tae
[Whispering]
What… what is happening to me…?
His vision blurred.
His whole body shook.
Two weeks.
For two whole weeks, he had felt like this.
Dizziness. Fatigue. Nausea.
But he kept telling himself it was just stress. Just heartbreak. Just emptiness.
But this… this wasn’t heartbreak anymore.
This felt physical.
Real.
And suddenly, terrifyingly—
kim Tae
[Whispering]
I… I think I’m sick.
The room smelled sterile and soft at the same time.
Pale curtains, white walls, and a soft-spoken doctor sitting across from him.
Taehyung sat there—small, nervous, with his fingers curled tightly around the armrest of the chair.
A sealed report rested in his lap, the corner folded from his restless grip.
DOCTOR
Mr. Kim… we’ve reviewed your reports.
Congratulations. You’re pregnant.
Taehyung blinked.
He stared.
For a second, he thought he misheard.
Or maybe it was a joke. A cruel dream.
kim Tae
"Breathless whisper]
P-Pregnant…?
DOCTOR
👩⚕️] (soft smile)
Roughly a week along. Your vitals look good, but you’ll need proper rest, nutrition, and a scan scheduled soon. Do you have a partner we can inform?
Taehyung’s eyes welled up instantly.
He lowered his head.
One tear dropped onto the folded report.
Then another.
And another.
kim Tae
[Choking whisper]
Yes… I-I have a husband…
He pressed his palm to his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.
But it was no use.
A baby.
His baby.
Their baby.
After a few quiet moments, he left the hospital holding the paper close to his chest.
Before heading home, he stopped at a tiny corner store and bought a gift—
a small white box, tied with silver ribbon. Inside it, a soft pair of baby socks.
Like clouds.
kim Tae
[softly to himself, inside taxi]
You’re going to be a father, Jungkook…
You always said you never liked surprises…
But I hope you’ll like this one.
Outside GIAN Enterprises
The taxi slowed to a stop in front of a towering building made of black glass and steel.
GIAN Enterprises.
The empire. The pride. The place where Jungkook now spent most of his time.
It stood tall. Cold. Powerful.
Like the man it belonged to.
Taehyung stepped out of the cab, holding the gift bag and envelope close to his chest.
His other hand pressed gently over his stomach—unconsciously.
This was his moment.
His little spark of joy.
The only thing keeping him warm.
He walked toward the doors, heart pounding in rhythm with his baby’s unknown heartbeat.
And then… he reached the front desk.
kim Tae
(softly, to the receptionist)
Excuse me… I’m here to see Mr. Jeon Jungkook.
Receptionist
Do you have an appointment
kim Tae
No, I— I don’t…
But I’m… I’m his husband
The receptionist’s fingers paused.
> Her eyes finally lifted.
They looked him up and down.
A plain oversized sweater. Slightly faded jeans.
No label. No luxury.
No shine.
She blinked slowly—once. Then smirked.
Receptionist
Husband? Of Mr. Jeon Jungkook?
You mean our CEO? You?
She glanced at the two male staff behind the desk.
One of them stifled a laugh.
The other leaned in.
Receptionist
Sweetheart, listen—
Rich men don’t marry street boys. They spend a night with them
A few waiting visitors turned to look.
A security guard chuckled under his breath.
Someone near the elevator snorted and muttered—
？？？
[Random Staff ]
He’s probably here to sell something… or himself.
Taehyung took a step back.
His cheeks burned.
The gift bag in his hand shook slightly.
His other hand dropped to his side—almost like he no longer wanted to protect the tiny life growing inside him.
The whispers got louder.
？？？
[Stranger in Suit 🗣️] (mocking)
How much for a night, pretty boy?
He smiled like he was being charming.
But his eyes were filth.
Taehyung’s lips trembled.
His eyes welled again—
But not like at the hospital.
This time, it wasn’t joy.
It was shame.
Raw, cruel shame.
And just when he was about to turn around and run—
Just when he felt like this world would never accept him…
The sound of heels clicking — loud, sharp, deliberate.
Everyone looked up.
Jennie Kim stood there.
Dressed in tailored white.
Cold gaze.
Lips tight.
She scanned the room like a queen walking into a courtroom.
jenny
(clear, loud)
That’s enough.
The voices stopped.
The receptionist straightened.
The mocking man blinked in surprise.
Jennie didn’t even glance at them.
jenny
(eyes fixed on Taehyung)
I know him.
Receptionist
(confused)
Ms. Jennie—he said he was—
jenny
I said I know him.
That’s enough.
Taehyung looked at her—eyes red, breath shaky.
She didn’t offer warmth.
She didn’t offer kindness.
She just held out her hand.
Taehyung hesitated.
He looked down at the floor…
at the invisible pieces of his dignity scattered like glass.
And then, slowly, he followed her.
No one dared speak again as the two walked away.
The cold queen.
And the boy no one saw properly—until it was too late.
But no one noticed…
Taehyung’s other hand—still pressed lightly against his belly.
As if shielding a secret…
from a world that wasn’t ready to hold it.
THREE
The door shut behind them with a soft thud.
The sound felt louder than any scream Taehyung had ever heard.
Jennie walked ahead, heels echoing against the polished marble.
Her office was bright—minimal, elegant, soulless.
Taehyung stood near the entrance, clutching the small gift bag to his chest like a child trying not to cry in front of a stranger.
jenny
(without looking back)
Why are you here?
The voice was neutral. Like business. Like she wasn’t dragging him away from humiliation moments ago.
kim Tae
(softly)
I… I came to see Jungkook…
jenny
(finally turning around)
“He’s busy.
kim Tae
I know… I just—just wanted to see him for a second.I have something important to tell him.
His voice cracked at the end.
jenny
He’s not available.”
“And if this is about your little emotional episodes again—don’t. He’s under enough pressure already.
kim Tae
(eyes wide, hurt)
I’m not here to fight… I just wanted to see my husband.
jenny
(eyes narrowing)
Your husband?”
Funny. He doesn’t seem to remember that either.
Taehyung took a step back.
jenny
(voice colder)
Have you even noticed how he stopped coming home?
How he stopped calling, texting, asking about you?
Face it, Taehyung. He’s just being polite. He’s moved on.
kim Tae
(tears rising)
N-No… That’s not true. He’s just busy—he always gets quiet when he’s working—
jenny
(cutting him off)
No. He gets quiet when he’s uncomfortable.
When he wants out.
Silence.
The words stabbed harder than any scream.
Taehyung was crying now.
Silently. Head down. Shoulders trembling.
jenny
You don’t belong in his world, Taehyung.”
You never did.”
You’re just a painter from nowhere. A mistake in a mansion full of legacy.
Taehyung opened his mouth, but no words came.
Just one whisper—
kim Tae
I’m… I’m pregnant.
Jennie paused.
Her brows lifted slightly—just for a second.
Then she smiled.
jenny
And you think that’s going to hold him?
Her voice didn’t rise.
It dropped.
Deeper. Sharper
jenny
A baby can’t fix a man who’s already slipping away.
kim Tae
I just… want to see him. Please. Just once.
jenny
(mockingly)
Fine. Let’s test something
She walked to him, plucked the phone from his trembling hand, and handed it back.
Taehyung wiped his tears, clumsily dialed Jungkook’s number.
Ringing.
Then—
Call ended.
He tried again.
Call ended.
Again.
Call declined.
His hands dropped to his lap.
kim Tae
(whispers)
M-Maybe he’s in a meeting…
Jennie grabbed the phone from her phone, typed quickly, and called.
One ring. Two—
Jennie didn’t speak. She looked straight into Taehyung’s eyes—
Then ended the call.
jenny
See?
You’re not the one he answers anymore.
Taehyung looked like the world had cracked beneath him.
His grip on the gift bag loosened
The baby socks nearly fell to the floor.
jenny
(turning to the assistant at the door)
Tia. Take him to my private cabin. Let him cry it out.
kim Tae
(weakly)
I… I’ll only leave after I see him
jenny
Fine. Sit. Wait.
But don’t expect anything
And with that, she turned and walked away.
The room echoed with the sound of her leaving—
and Taehyung’s breath, breaking piece by piece.
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