part 4

Here is the next part of the story, written in an emotional and introspective style from Jungkook's perspective, showing his hidden pain, his past love with IU, and the internal battle he faces while unknowingly hurting taehyung

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Jungkook: A Man Guarding a Graveyard of Love

He stood by the window, fingers curled loosely around a glass of untouched whiskey. The city sprawled beneath him, golden and glittering—so full of life. So unlike him.

Jeon Jungkook had everything.

Money. Power. Control.

But none of it mattered. Not since her.

Not since the day love was buried beneath hospital sheets and silence.

Three years ago, she was his everything—Lee Ji-eun, or as the world knew her, IU. He met her during university, when his world was simpler, when his heart still believed in peace. She was bright, talented, kind. She laughed like she didn’t know sorrow. She made him want to believe that maybe—even in a life like his—he could deserve happiness.

They married within a year. A small ceremony, secret and sacred. Only a few knew. He wanted to protect her from the world he belonged to—the one of underground dealings, blood on contracts, and danger lurking in shadows. He never let the mafia world touch her. Never let anyone speak her name in that circle.

But danger has no boundaries. Especially when it's personal.

The Threats Came Quietly at First.

Anonymous letters. Hacked emails. Strange cars following them at night. IU, ever gentle, had thought it was nothing. But Jungkook knew better.

He increased security. Changed their home twice. Cancelled public appearances. But he couldn’t stop fate.

It happened one rainy evening.

A hit—planned and executed with chilling precision. He still remembered the scream, the shattered glass, the smell of blood.

He got to her too late.

She wasn’t dead.

But she was gone.

Her heart still beat, her lungs still moved, but her soul… it was asleep in a world he couldn’t reach.

He placed her in a private facility outside the city, where no one would know. He told the world he was never married. That he was too focused on business. No one questioned it. Not in a world where secrets were currency.

And every weekend, without fail, he visited her.

He’d hold her hand, whisper stories, brush her hair, kiss her forehead. Still wearing his ring beneath his gloves. Still loyal to a love suspended in time.

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So When He Met Taehyung…

It was just instinct at first.

A boy on the edge. A boy who reminded him of the parts of himself he had buried long ago—softness, kindness, hope. Jungkook helped without thinking. Drove him to the interview. Saw the spark in his eyes and remembered, for a flickering second, what it felt like to care.

But then Taehyung joined the company.

And started looking at him like he was someone worth loving.

Jungkook noticed the way his eyes followed him. The way his smile always faltered when their eyes met. The way Taehyung bit his lip when nervous, just like IU used to. So familiar. So fragile.

It terrified him.

He didn’t mean to scold him. Not truly. But when that mistake happened—so small, so human—Jungkook reacted with more rage than the situation deserved. Not because of the document.

But because of how much Taehyung made him feel.

And Jungkook couldn’t allow that.

He couldn't afford to feel. Not when his wife lay alone in a hospital bed, kept alive by machines and broken promises. Not when he still dreamed of her eyes, her voice, her laughter.

To fall for someone else?

That would be betrayal.

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But It Wasn’t That Simple.

Every time he raised his voice at Taehyung, a part of him cracked. The boy didn’t argue, didn’t cry in front of him—he just bowed, apologized, and kept working harder. Jungkook saw the shadows growing under his eyes. Saw the brightness slowly dimming.

And it hurt.

Because Taehyung didn’t know.

Didn’t know that Jungkook still loved a woman asleep in another world. Didn’t know that Jungkook hated himself for wanting to protect him. Didn’t know that every cruel word Jungkook said was a wall to keep him out.

Because if Taehyung stepped any closer… Jungkook feared he would never have the strength to push him away again.

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That Night, He Drove Alone.

To the facility.

To her.

He sat beside IU, holding her hand in silence.

"Am I a monster?" he whispered, voice thick. "I told myself I'd never move on. That I'd stay here, with you, until the end. But there’s this boy… and I think he’s already inside my heart."

Her eyes didn’t open.

She just breathed.

Slow. Steady. Quiet.

He placed her hand against his lips and closed his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

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Back at the Office, Taehyung Sat Alone.

The clock hit midnight. The building emptied. But he stayed, rereading files, trying to understand where he kept going wrong.

The scoldings hurt. But what hurt more was Jungkook’s silence. The way he looked through him now. As if the man in the car never existed. As if Taehyung had imagined that kindness.

He stood, turned off the light, and whispered into the empty office:

“I wish I never met you.”

But he didn’t mean it.

Because meeting Jungkook was the only time life had felt warm.

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