Unwanted Husband (Jikook) Unwanted

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No-Jam Kook [Author]

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They say if you love someone, you should be willing to risk everything—even your own life. They say love is selfless. That when you truly love someone, you’ll do anything just to see them smile, even if your own heart is breaking behind that smile

I did that.

I risked.

I sacrificed.

I gave everything I had—everything I was—to make this marriage work. But maybe… maybe I'm the mistake.

Because no matter how much I give, no matter how many times I break and put myself back together just for him… he’ll never be happy with me as his wife.

A relationship should be like a tug of war, they say. You pull, I pull—we hold on together. But what happens when you’re the only one pulling… and he just stands there, watching you struggle, like it doesn’t even matter if the rope falls?

How long can you keep holding on before your hands bleed? Before your soul does?

I tried to smile as I set the meal on the table, but it didn’t reach my eyes. My hands were trembling slightly as I adjusted the plates again for the fifth time, even though they were already perfect. I’d been cooking since morning—trying every recipe I knew, watching plating tutorials on YouTube last night just to make today feel… special. Just to make him feel loved.

Because today… today my husband finally comes home.

A whole month of unanswered texts. Missed calls. A thousand thoughts in my head, each one crueler than the last.

My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to see how much effort I put in. I wanted him to notice. I wanted him to smile and say

You waited for me? You made all this for me?

Just once.

I quickly pulled off my apron when I heard the sound of a car parking outside. My heart stopped, then raced again, pounding hard against my ribs. I ran to the small mirror hanging by the kitchen window, smoothing down my hair with my fingers, trying to wipe the oil off my face, but it just smudged.

I looked into my reflection. I looked… tired.

Older.

Lonely.

I didn’t look like someone’s beloved. I looked like someone who was waiting—and had been for far too long.

Still, I smiled.

Because that’s what love is, right? Even if it hurts. Even if it kills you quietly. You smile.

Just then, the front door opened—and my heart dared to hope. But something deep inside me already knew… He wouldn’t smile back.

I combed my fingers through my hair and forced myself to smile.

I have three kinds of smiles. The first one—my real smile—my eyes shine, my lips stretch wide, and joy spills out naturally.

The second one—I call it my “pretty” smile, showing off my teeth, the one I wear when I meet people outside so they don’t see how empty I am inside. And then there’s the third one—the smile I’ve mastered all too well.

The fake one.

The one I wear at home. The one I wear with Jungkook. The one I practiced in the mirror just now. Because sometimes, you have to look strong even when you’re breaking. Sometimes, pretending is the only thing that stops you from collapsing completely.

The front door opened. I heard his footsteps. I turned, excitement fluttering in my chest like a dying bird. Maybe this time... maybe he’ll say something. Maybe he’ll notice.

He walked in, eyes blank, shoulders stiff. I stepped forward, heart pounding, lips trembling but still smiling. I leaned in to greet him with a soft kiss on the cheek—something gentle. Something warm.

He stepped back. Didn’t even look at me. Just walked past and entered the house like I wasn’t even there.

Right. How could I forget? Jungkook doesn’t have any feelings for me. I’m not someone he wants.Just someone he’s stuck with

I kept my fake smile on, even though my lips started to tremble. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the tears. I’ve gotten good at hiding them. There was a time I was just his friend. I loved him quietly, from a distance. I knew he loved someone else, and still—I stayed. I helped him win their heart, gave advice, watched him smile for someone else. Because that’s what friends do, right? They support—even if it kills them inside.

Dinner is ready

I said, voice sickeningly sweet despite the lump in my throat.

I cooked your favorite.

Jeon Jungkook

I already ate

He replied, without a single glance at the food—or at me. He disappeared up the stairs before I could even respond. I stood there, in silence. The table was still set. The dishes were still warm. The candles I lit were still flickering, as if mocking me.

He never eats what I make. But still, I cook. Every single night. Maybe one day… he’ll sit with me. Maybe one day… he’ll smile. It’s been five years since we got married. Five long, quiet, empty years. We are husbands only on paper. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t touch me.

He doesn’t ask where I’ve been. Doesn’t tell me where he goes. He leaves for days. Comes home at dawn. No texts. No calls. No explanations. Just silence. Always silence.

He doesn’t fight with me. He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t hit. Not because he’s kind.

But because… to fight, you need to feel something

He never forgave me. He thinks I forced his parents to make him marry me. I didn’t. God, I didn’t. I tried to explain. Again and again. But he never listened. Maybe he never wanted to.

Once—just once—we tried to celebrate our anniversary. Or maybe I did.

Hey, K-Kookie… today is our anniversary

I had said over the phone, trying to sound cheerful.

How about going on a d-date?

Silence.

Please? *whispered, forcing a giggle that didn’t even sound like me*

Jeon Jungkook

Just thirty minutes *said coldly. And hung up*

Those thirty minutes… They were the most painful kind of almost. We sat in a fancy restaurant. Not a single word. Just the sound of cutlery scraping plates. I smiled through it all. Pretended I was happy. But I was screaming inside. Because thirty minutes with someone who doesn’t love you… feels lonelier than spending years alone.

I remember reaching out that night—my hand moved across the table, almost touching his. He didn’t flinch. He just looked away. I think that hurt even more.

Just seeing his face… even for a second… It’s enough to make my pathetic little heart believe it’s still worth it. To believe that maybe, just maybe, I still matter. I sat down slowly on the chair across the dining table I had spent hours decorating. The food was still warm, steam curling softly into the cold air between us. But he was already gone.

Upstairs. Door closed. No words. As if I hadn’t spoken. As if I hadn’t existed. My hands trembled as I picked up the spoon. I forced a bite into my mouth, though I couldn’t taste anything. My throat burned. My chest ached.

I blinked hard, but the tears still fell.

I… I missed you, Jungkook

I whispered to no one. My voice cracked, barely above a breath

Thank you for coming home

I looked at the food I cooked with so much care, the dishes I plated perfectly like I was preparing for a royal dinner. I let out a small, bitter laugh, tears slipping onto the tablecloth

The food tastes really good *murmured, still pretending someone was listening*

I worked hard on it. You would’ve liked it, maybe… if you tried.

My smile broke as I wiped my cheeks, only for more tears to take their place.

I wish you’d eat with me. Just once

But all I could hear was silence. The kind that screams louder than any voice. The kind that makes you feel like a ghost in your own home.

Jeon Jimin

Yes… my name is Jeon Jimin.

A man who has crossed every limit for love. Who broke himself, piece by piece, to build something that would never be enough. Who gave up his pride, his voice, his identity—just to stay beside someone who never once looked back.

Jungkook will always love his first husband. That’s a truth carved into his heart, a place I will never reach.

He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t hate me either. He simply… doesn’t feel anything for me. And that emptiness—his complete indifference—is far crueler than hatred could ever be.

Before the wedding, he told me:

Jeon Jungkook

You’ll never be mine. And I’ll never be yours. This is nothing but duty

Because sometimes love makes you stupid. Sometimes it makes you cruel—to yourself. Now, Five years into this lifeless marriage, I’ve memorized the sound of the silence between us. I’ve learned how to smile without joy. How to speak without being heard. How to hope without any reason.

All I ever wanted… was to be seen. To be his. Just once. But I’m nothing more than a placeholder in his life—

But I’m nothing more than a placeholder in his life—

And maybe, in the end… I was never meant to be more than that

End Of the Chapter.

No-Jam Kook [Author]

How was the first chapter guys?

No-Jam Kook [Author]

Here is new book don't judge by starting cause I know I suck in starting😩

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This story will be different by other Story 🌚🌚you know

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So comment and vote let me know should I continue this or not

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🖤Love of Mine🖤

awesome and full of angst ngl 💀☝🏻 but I am here for my roman empire , my babies though I am not banging Jungkook until he gets his sh!ts straight 🖐🏻😔

2025-06-28

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Miss Rose 🌹❤️

this story reminds me of my situationship, where I was trying my best to impress him but in the end he left me for someone he loved but... I still love him 🙂

It was so freaking good I am dying to know further please authorshii update soon 🔜 😁💗

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