### [Chapter One: The Unwanted Marriage]
The wedding bells rang hollow in Jungkook’s ears.
He stood frozen at the aisle, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ached. In front of him stood Taehyung—his bride. A ger boy with dull tan skin, chubby cheeks dotted with pimples, and eyes so timid they barely held his gaze. Jungkook’s hands balled into fists inside the pockets of his traditional suit, his heart pounding—not with excitement but dread.
He could feel his father, Jeon Namjoon's, glare from behind. It wasn’t a request—it had never been. It was an order. And Jungkook was too terrified of the man who raised him like a soldier to object any further.
Taehyung’s father, Kim Jaehyun, stood beside him with hopeful, teary eyes.
“I’m... honored to marry you,” Taehyung whispered shyly as he bowed to Jungkook, who flinched.
Honor? No, this was humiliation wrapped in flowers and silk.
### [Chapter Two: The Lonely Wife]
Taehyung's new home was quiet. Too quiet.
Jungkook barely spoke to him. He didn’t look at him unless necessary. He slept in the other room and left early every morning before Taehyung could even greet him. But Taehyung didn’t complain. Instead, he rose with the sun to iron his husband's suits, prepared bento boxes of Jungkook’s favorite dishes, cleaned the house spotless, and laid down the cushions on the couch for his comfort.
"He must be tired," Taehyung often whispered to himself. "One day... he will see me."
But Jungkook only saw burden, only felt suffocation. His dreams of a glamorous love life were crumbling in the presence of a ger who could barely look him in the eye.
### [Chapter Three: Busan’s Bloom and Seoul’s Escape]
A week passed. Jungkook won an award for best performance. Applause rang through the auditorium, cameras flashed, and amidst the crowd, he locked eyes with Yeon Ryan.
Ryan was everything Taehyung wasn’t—fair, slim, charming, graceful. His smile was practiced. His voice, music.
When the chance for transfer to Seoul came, Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He offered his own name in his colleague's place and packed his bags. No goodbye. No note. Just silence.
### [Chapter Four: A Servant in Seoul]
The capital city was fast, glittering, full of escape. Jungkook accidentally ended up at Ryan’s place and stayed. Days blurred. Nights were filled with laughter and Ryan’s growing affection. When Ryan confessed, it wasn’t love—it was power.
“Marry me, or I’ll destroy your career,” Ryan said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Jungkook, tired and cornered, agreed.
A month passed before his father’s email arrived. Jungkook was forced to bring Taehyung to Seoul.
At the station, Ryan waited.
Panic seized Jungkook.
“I-I forgot something,” he stammered, abandoning Taehyung and leaving with Ryan.
Later, returning with guilt clawing his chest, he searched for Taehyung in vain—only to find him at Ryan’s home.
As a servant.
### [Chapter Five: The Makeover]
Days turned strange.
Taehyung stayed quiet. He never revealed the truth. He served tea, cleaned rooms, and taught Ryan how to cook and braid hair like a traditional ger wife. The two grew close. Ryan called him “hyung.”
One evening, Ryan took Taehyung to a salon.
When they returned, Jungkook’s jaw dropped.
Taehyung was radiant.
Still chubby, but his skin glowed. His hair curled softly around his temples, and his eyes sparkled shyly under long lashes.
Even Daejun, Ryan’s elder brother, couldn’t stop staring.
He was in love. And he didn’t care about Taehyung’s past.
### [Chapter Six: Jealousy and Devotion]
Jealousy brewed in Jungkook. He watched Daejun’s lingering glances. His friendly touches. His soft confessions.
When Taehyung slapped Daejun for his advances, Jungkook’s breath caught.
“I belong to my husband,” Taehyung said, his voice trembling with emotion.
No one knew the truth. That they were married.
Taehyung swallowed every insult, every moment Jungkook ignored him, every meal shared between his husband and another ger.
He bore it all.
### [Chapter Seven: The Hidden Fathers]
Jaehyun and Namjoon visited unannounced.
Taehyung lied. He hid them in Daejun’s room.
He risked everything to keep Jungkook safe.
“I’ll get them out by sunrise,” he whispered.
That night, Jaehyun found Taehyung sleeping on the cold floor and wept. When asked to return, Taehyung simply said:
“I’d rather be a servant close to my husband than a shame to both families.”
Jungkook, hiding in the shadows, heard it all.
### [Chapter Eight: The Realization]
That night, Jungkook didn’t sleep.
Taehyung had loved him with nothing but loyalty, and all Jungkook did was turn his back.
The next day, when Ryan left for groceries, Jungkook embraced Taehyung.
“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I didn’t deserve you.”
Ryan returned, shocked.
“You… you seduced him?!” Ryan screamed.
“No,” Jungkook stepped forward. “I’m Taehyung’s husband. I lied to you.”
Ryan’s body froze. His voice cracked.
“You betrayed me…”
He stormed away. Moments later, a loud crash.
Ryan had collapsed.
### [Chapter Nine: Forgiveness and Farewell]
Hospital lights flickered. Machines beeped. Ryan, now partially paralyzed, smiled weakly.
“I had a beautiful dream… living with you. But it was never mine to have. Go. Love him. He’s precious.”
Jungkook and Taehyung left Seoul, leaving a letter for Daejun.
### [Chapter Ten: The Family of Three]
Guilt haunted Jungkook.
He was quiet. Taehyung never complained.
When their son was born, Jungkook held him close, tears falling.
“I’ll name him Ryujin. After the friend who showed me what love should look like.”
Taehyung smiled, exhausted but content.
Jaehyun and Namjoon visited again, this time smiling, as they watched their grandchild giggle in Taehyung’s arms.
Jungkook held his wife close.
“You were always beautiful to me,” he whispered.
And this time, he meant it.
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**The End.**
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