Park Sungchul wore charm like a tailored suit always fitting, always polished. On the outside, he was the perfect husband: kind, generous, and devoted. But beneath that flawless surface? He was a master manipulator.
He smiled sweetly, spoke softly, and made people feel seen. But every gesture was calculated, every word measured for effect.
At thirty-three, Sungchul was the same age as Jungkook. But while Jungkook had clawed his way up as Taehyung’s reliable secretary, Sungchul had glided through Kimtopia’s ruthless halls on charisma and family connections.
The Park family was powerful old money, deep roots. They wanted someone compliant for their son, someone who could be molded.
And then came Jungkook.
Fresh out of university. Innocent. Hopeful. Hungry for love and purpose. Sungchul swooped in like a dream come true.
Jeon Jungkook
Smitten
Jeon Jungkook
“He’s so kind… so supportive. He believes in me.”
In the beginning, it was a fairytale.
Sungchul showered him with attention, whispered praises, and filled his days with affection.
But once the ring was on his finger, things began to shift.
Like a tide pulling back.
It started small.
Park Sungchul
Sweet Voice
Park Sungchul
“Jagiya, can I borrow some money? My wallet broke… again.”
Jeon Jungkook
Smiling, nodding
Jeon Jungkook
“Of course. I’ll transfer it now.”
Then came more “small things.” A new phone. “Urgent” repairs. Endless excuses.
And Jungkook, eager to please, always gave. After all, love was about sacrifice… right?
Soon, his bank account wasn’t the only thing drained.
At home, he became the help. Cooking, cleaning, errands all while Sungchul and his parents relaxed.
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