Unwanted Husband (Jikook) Min Yoongi

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I stood outside his door for a full minute, hand trembling on the doorknob. This wasn’t new—we’ve lived like strangers under the same roof for years. Separate rooms, separate lives. Because he can’t stand my presence. Because even my scent makes him uncomfortable. I knocked softly.

Jeon Jungkook

Come in

The emotionless voice from inside. That was enough. That was always enough for my foolish heart to find hope again. I pushed the door open slowly.

Jungkook stood by his dresser, putting on his shoes. His hair was still damp, droplets of water tracing down his temple, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. The sight of him still made my heart ache in the cruelest way. I held the lunchbox close to my chest like it was something precious.

Jeon Jimin

I… I made your lunch

I said gently, walking toward his desk and placing it down with trembling hands He didn’t even look at me.

Jeon Jungkook

I’m not taking that *muttered while stuffing papers into his briefcase*

Jeon Jimin

I—I made your favorite… and… and you didn’t eat anything last night either *voice cracked despite trying to stay steady*

Jeon Jungkook

You already know I don’t eat anything that comes from you *said, flatly*

Jeon Jungkook

So stop wasting My time.

Each word hit harder than the last. They weren’t loud. They weren’t cruel. They were just… cold. And that kind of coldness cuts deeper than any scream ever could. I nodded slowly, my fingers curling into the fabric of my sleeves.

Jeon Jimin

Okay

I whispered, like a broken record that kept repeating the same line even when no one was listening. I should’ve walked away. But instead, I asked the question my heart wasn’t ready to hear the answer to.

Jeon Jimin

Do you need anything before you go?

Please say yes. Please talk to me. Please just… see me. He finally turned around. His eyes met mine—but they were blank. Like I wasn’t a person, just something standing in his way.

Jeon Jungkook

Yes. I want you to leave *said without hesitation*

Jeon Jungkook

Don’t come in here again

Something inside me cracked. Not shattered—cracked. Like ice under a weight it can no longer hold. Pain spread through my chest like wildfire

Jeon Jimin

I-I’m sorry

I stuttered, placing a hand over my heart. It hurt—God, it hurt. Like my body was slowly forgetting how to breathe. I turned around quickly, forcing my feet to move even though they felt heavy, like I was walking through the ashes of my own dignity. I kept my eyes on the ceiling to stop the tears from falling. But the moment I stepped out and closed his door behind me—I broke.

Tears poured down my cheeks like a dam had burst. Why am I still doing this to myself? Why do I keep offering pieces of my heart to someone who keeps throwing them back in my face? I wiped my tears with the back of my sleeve, but they wouldn’t stop. I looked like a mess. No. I am a mess. Why can’t I be like him? Why can’t I be heartless? Why can’t I be numb? Instead, here I am—feeling everything, all the time.

I dragged myself to my room. Everything looked spotless and empty. Just like me. I ran the bath. Filled the tub slowly. Watched the water rise. Part of me wanted to sink in and never come back up. Just disappear. Maybe then, he’d notice me. Maybe then, he’d finally feel something. But I didn’t. I sat quietly. Let the water soak my skin. Let the pain weigh me down.

And then I got ready. I had somewhere to be. I’m a kindergarten teacher. Funny, isn’t it? I teach children how to love, how to speak kindly, how to express their feelings. But at home… no one listens to mine.

Jungkook had already left. Of course, he had. He always leaves early—earlier than he needs to. Just so he won’t have to see me in the mornings. He’s the CEO of Bighit Entertainment, admired by thousands… But can’t even stand five minutes in a room with the person who calls him husband.

I packed my bag, wiped my swollen eyes, and stepped out into the world like everything was fine.

Because that’s what I do best.

Pretend.

I sat in the car, hands gripping the steering wheel even though I wasn’t going anywhere. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket I couldn’t breathe under. My chest still ached from the morning. Then, like magic… my phone buzzed. Hyung. Min Yoongi. Of course.

I stared at the screen for a second, wondering how he always knew when I was falling apart. It was like he had some sixth sense—Jimin-is-miserable radar. I sniffled once, then picked up.

Jeon Jimin

Hello? *said, trying to clear the sadness from my voice*

Min Yoongi

Tch *signature unimpressed tone*

Min Yoongi

Did your beloved husband return from his magical disappearing act?

Jeon Jimin

*Blinked* Y-Yeah… he came

Min Yoongi

I knew it *said softly, almost like he was talking to himself*

Min Yoongi

Your voice always changes when he's around. You get quieter…smaller.

Jeon Jimin

*Swallowed hard* He didn’t do anything. Please don’t—don’t blame him

There was a pause, then a bitter laugh from the other end.

Min Yoongi

Right. It's not his fault. It’s your fault for falling in love with a human ice sculpture who vanishes for a whole month without a single message

Min Yoongi

And then treats you like you’re the unpaid housemaid who committed the crime of breathing in his direction.

Jeon Jimin

*Bit my lip* “Hyung… please. It's not that simple. He had to leave for business, it wasn’t like he wanted to be gone…

Min Yoongi

Oh yes, business *said mockingly*

Min Yoongi

You were sick, Jimin. Burning up with fever, couldn’t even stand up properly. His own mother called him, begged him to check on you. And what did he do? Nothing. Not even a message. Not even a call.

Jeon Jimin

Hyung *whined, burying my face in my hands*

Jeon Jimin

Please… don’t talk about all this right now.

Yoongi sighed on the other end, but I could hear the frustration in his breath. Then came the switch—he always did this. The mood-lifter. The moment where he became my Yoongi again.

Min Yoongi

Sorry *muttered*

Min Yoongi

I just… I hate seeing you like this.

There was a long silence..And then, as always—he changed the topic, trying to save me from myself

Min Yoongi

Did you wear that ugly pink tie today? *teased lightly, voice softer now*

Min Yoongi

The one you swear makes you look cute but actually makes you look like a confused strawberry?

Jeon Jimin

*Laughed, despite the lump in my throat* Yah! That’s my favorite tie. The kids love it

Min Yoongi

Exactly. The kids love it. Because you look like a damn cartoon character.

Just then, one of my students waved from the gate, calling out, “Teacher Jimin!”

Jeon Jimin

Yeah *said softly, watching the little one run toward me with a beaming smile*

Jeon Jimin

They’re here.

Min Yoongi

Go then *murmured*

Min Yoongi

Go be the sunshine for them… since someone else forgot how to be that for you

I paused. I didn’t know what to say.

Jeon Jimin

Hyung… *whispered*

Min Yoongi

Hm?

Jeon Jimin

Thank you. For always calling. For… knowing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything for a moment. And then, so quietly it nearly broke me—

Min Yoongi

I always will, Jimin.

He hung up before I could say anything. I stared at my phone screen and shook my head, still smiling.

Yoongi… My best friend. My safe place. The only person who ever truly saw me. But I was still in love with someone who never even looked my way.

End Of the Chapter.

Bye~~☺️