My Dirty Father-in-law
{EPISODE:-1} Married???
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚢✦
So my lovely pewple
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚢✦
This is certainly not my first story
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚢✦
But somthing i finally want to write cause I'm freaky :P
The Jeon estate was grand.
Taehyung stood by the tall window, watching sunlight spill onto the marble floors like it didn’t care he was alone. He had been married for three weeks, yet it felt like he’d only been delivered—like an expensive gift left unopened.
Haejin, his alpha husband, hadn’t been home since the day after the wedding. Some overseas business. He hadn’t even kissed him goodbye.
The staff were polite, but distant. Everything about this house was curated, from the sterile white roses to the soft instrumental music that played during dinner. Even the food tasted rehearsed.
He wore lace most days. Ribbons. Silk slippers that never touched dirt. A beautiful omega bride with no one to touch him.
Sometimes he wandered to the master bedroom—their bedroom—and smoothed the untouched side of the bed. His side smelled faintly of lavender. The other was cold, flat, unbothered.
Sometimes he spoke aloud, just to hear his voice echo back.
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“This isn’t what I thought being married would feel like,” *said to the empty hallway*
One afternoon, Taehyung passed by the grand staircase and stopped in front of a large portrait. It showed three men: Haejin, his older brother Jeon Hwan, and a striking, sharp-eyed alpha dressed in black.
He’d never met him. his father in law hadn’t attended the wedding, and no one explained why.
Taehyung couldn’t look away. There was something about the father’s eyes—something alive. Tense. Possessive.
It made him shift where he stood, his fingers curling around the edge of his robe.
And then he walked away. Quietly.
He wasn’t supposed to look too long.
He wasn’t supposed to want more than he was given.
That night, the chandelier swayed softly in its chain.
{EPISODE:- 2} Suspicion
It has been three days now.
Three days since Haejin returned.
And not once had he touched Taehyung.
Not in the casual brush of fingers, not in the stolen glance of a fond husband, not even in words. Only polite nods, occasional hums of acknowledgment, and closed doors.
Taehyung sat on the sun-drenched balcony that morning, legs pulled to his chest beneath a knit blanket.
His phone lay untouched beside a half-finished cup of rose tea
He’d reread their old messages—back when Haejin still traveled for work and would text him in the middle of meetings, complain about his tie, send grainy selfies and blurry pictures of his hotel view.
Not even when he left home for two whole weeks this time.
Taehyung stared at the last message he sent:
“Be safe. I’ll be waiting 💌”
Sent.
Delivered.
Never replied.
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
*gnawed on his bottom lip*
Was he overthinking it? Haejin said he’d been busy. That work was draining. But even then, even during the worst of quarters, he’d never completely gone silent.
Two weeks of unanswered check-ins, photos of his garden, reminders to take his vitamins. All seen. None acknowledged
And now, even back home, Haejin barely looked at him
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“Hubby, let's go to a date. I missed you alot ~”
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙹𝙸𝙽[𝙰𝙻𝙿𝙷𝙰]
*in a call*
"Not now Tae, I'm busy right now. can't you see?”
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“If you say so...”
*trying to smile*
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“Mrs. Seo,” *Gently*
Taehyung called gently as the housekeeper passed by,
？？？
“yes, young mistress?”
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“Do you know where haejin is? I haven't seen him since morning...”
？？？
*Bowed slightly* “Master Haejin left early, young mistress. He said he had a breakfast meeting. No return time mentioned.”
Taehyung offered a soft “thank you” and turned back to the balcony. The breeze was crisp, but it wasn’t enough to cool the twist in his chest.
He hated doubting. He really did.
But love… wasn’t supposed to be this quiet, was it?
He pulled the blanket tighter around himself. The wind picked up, lifting a dry leaf that danced across the marble tiles before tumbling into the garden below
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚢✦
(ಠ_ಠ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟi like writing
{EPISODE:- 3}clue
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙹𝙸𝙽[𝙰𝙻𝙿𝙷𝙰]
“I’m going to bed,”
Haejin muttered, not even glancing his way.
Taehyung blinked up from his phone, sitting on the couch, lips parting. No ‘I missed you’? No kiss?
He whispered back, voice too soft to be heard.
The door shut behind his husband. Silence. Just the hum of the fridge and the tick of the wall clock.
Taehyung’s eyes dropped to the cold plate of food he'd set out earlier. He didn’t even look at it
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
*glanced at the cold plate of food*
With a tired sigh, he stood to clear the table. But as he passed the chair, something stopped him
Haejin’s blazer. Still faintly warm. Draped carelessly
But his hand moved anyway, slipping into the front pocket
He frowned, pulling it out. It was thick, expensive. Embossed with a wax seal—already broken. Crimson and ornate. Not something Haejin would normally carry
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
*unfolded the note inside*
There was written: “Thank you for tonight. I’ll be dreaming of that voice. —S.”
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“What…?” *breathed, hands trembling just slightly*
His eyes scanned it again. Just that. No name. No number. No context.
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“But… you said you had a meeting,” *whispered, voice cracking. “You said you’d be busy all night.”
The card smelled strange. Unfamiliar. It wasn't cologne from their home. It wasn’t his husband’s scent
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“I’m not crazy,” *told himself, but it didn’t sound convincing*
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“Maybe it’s work-related. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe S stands for… Seo, mr SEO from the office. Or…”
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
*gripped his knees. jaw tight*
Then stood up and walked to the bedroom. Haejin was already asleep, facing the wall
Then laid down. Curled his back to him
𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽𝙶
“I’m not crazy,” *whispered to himself again, eyes wide open. “I just… I’ll wait. He’ll explain. He always does.”
But in the darkness, something curled in his gut.
And the faintest scent of something spicy, musky… unfamiliar.
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