Married My Brother-In-Law ~ [ TAEKOOK ] ~MMBIL : 2~

• Few Hours Before •

The 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 sat in the middle of nowhere, a fortress carved from stone and silence. The walls stood tall, strong, Despite the horrors of the past. The blossoms were in full bloom, their petals dancing in the wind like 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 of a past Jungkook didn’t care to remember.

Inside, the mansion was a museum of 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲—marble floors that echoed every sound, gold accents on antique furniture, massive oil paintings lining the walls with eyes that followed you as you passed. There was 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘁𝗵, no laughter, no memories worth keeping. Just 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. Just 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 sat in his study, a room cloaked in dark wood and dim lighting. Floor-to-ceiling shelves held books he’d never read, and a fireplace sat unused despite the lingering chill in the air. A laptop rested on the mahogany desk in front of him, its screen filled with codes and market graphs.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Eyes focused on the screen while typing*

He was dressed in his office suit, his shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms — strong but stiff. His legs, 𝘂𝗻𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, were clad in tailored slacks. The 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 beneath him was custom-made: matte black, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰, and 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹. Just 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 ~

𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 : *knocked on the door*

Jungkook hummed lightly. An indication to allow the housekeeper in.

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 ~

𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 : Sir, your coffee. *said softly, placing the cup on the table*

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Didn't look up* Thank you, Mia. You may Leave.

She bowed slightly and exited as silently as she came. He liked it that way. No 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. No 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 glances. Just space.

His fingers danced over the keyboard, working through a glitch in the security interface of one of his companies. His mind was 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽, 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁, always two steps ahead. It had to be. In this world, only the cunning survived — especially when you were 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, the 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗱 heir with a 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 soaked in betrayal.

A Sharp 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 broke the silence.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Frown and looked at his phone*

A message flashed on the screen, the name alone enough to make his 𝗷𝗮𝘄 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵.

𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗛𝘆𝗲𝘀𝘂.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 at it for few moments*

Then, reluctantly, he tapped it open.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧."

His 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 went 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹. For a heartbeat. Two. The only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Jaw 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱*

His fingers curled 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 around the phone, the screen dimming beneath the pressure of his grip. His 𝗸𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀 turned white. A wave of something 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 passed through his eyes — 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁, maybe even something 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

So that's her next move… *Muttered under his breath*

His voice low and bitter.

He 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 himself back slightly, his body 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗳 with tension. The name Soohee bounced around in his mind, not because he knew her—he 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁—but because of what she 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹. 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Another 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻 around his 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Chuckled bitterly* Of course, it would be the Kim daughter. The prized little princess.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

And I’m supposed to be the crippled beast she gets thrown to. *Whispered to himself*

He 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 his phone again and reread the message. His aunt’s 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 was as 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 and 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 as ever — not a 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, not even a discussion. Just an 𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿.

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

Prepare myself. *Repeated, scoffing*

What did she think? That he’d just 𝗻𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴? That he’d 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 marry into another powerful family just to keep appearances, just to make the 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 name look respectable again? Did she really think he would 𝗹𝗲𝘁 her play god with his life one more time?

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Looked at his own reflection on the Laptop*

His reflection in the dark screen of his laptop stared back at him. 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆 black hair, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 eyes, and lips pressed into a line too tight for someone his 𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 and already 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 out by everything he had 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Leaned back slightly, trying to ease the tension*

Jeon Jungkook had survived the 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 — the 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵, the 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹, the years of being 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 about, 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱. He had fought his way back up, piece by 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 piece. But now, this… 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲?

His fingers trembled slightly, not from fear — but from 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

(So this was how they planned to chain me down!?. Bind me to the one person who could destroy everything I had built.)

It wasn’t just a proposal. It was a 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽. A leash his aunt was throwing over his neck in the form of a pretty girl with the Kim surname.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Controlling from bursting out*

A part of him wanted to laugh. Another part wanted to smash the phone against the wall. Instead, he tapped out a cold, one-word reply.

“𝘕𝘰.”

He sent it. Then locked the phone and tossed it onto the desk.

Seconds passed. A minute.

The reply came quick.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦.”

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Throat tightened*

𝗕𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

He had heard those words before. When they took 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 the estate. When they 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 into his 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 after the 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵. When they told him he wasn’t 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 enough to run the 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. When they told him to stay 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, to be 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁, to 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗲.

Always bigger than him.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

Not this time. *Murmured like a vow*

Not this time!

But even as he told himself that, he knew better. His aunt wouldn’t back down. She never did. And now that she’d made the arrangement with the Kim's, there would be 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 — 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰, 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹, and 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 — if he refused.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

This doesn't mean that I'll submit!

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t someone to be controlled 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. Not by her. Not by anyone.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Rolled the wheelchair to the Ceiling length window*

He stared out at the lonely garden below. The cherry blossoms danced in the wind, soft and fleeting — a beauty that never stayed.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

*Exhaled slowly, Quietly*

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

If they want a marriage. *Muttered, Voice Ice 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱*

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ~

Then they’ll get one. But not on their terms. *Lips curled*

It wasn't a smile. Was a 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

He would 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 along. For 𝗻𝗼𝘄.

But when the time came — they’d 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 forcing his hand.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 ~

Hehe goiz. Do you find the story good? and How's the vocabulary? Have Been working on it for months. I've also changed my style of writing. Adds more depth to the words. 💞

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 ~

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Getting bored

unread books on display... just like my academic books which are sometimes in front of my eyes to pull the wool over my parents'eyes? 😃

2025-06-05

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Author shi... can you please change the dp? It has way too many piercings which is giving hooligan vibes instead of noble and enigmatic one as described

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Baby.Leo

The writing style...Its superb 🤩 ..just wanted to know will the plot be same or not? Cz i really liked the plot

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