Unwanted Husband (Jikook) he never will.

💜Author pov💜

In the heart of Seoul's tallest skyscraper, where power pulsed behind polished glass and expensive silence, Jeon Jungkook sat in his office like a king on his throne. A perfectly tailored suit clung to his body, his wristwatch glinted under the lights, and his fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee—unsweetened, like the way he lived his life. Not a single line on his face gave away the storm that always followed him. Not a wrinkle of guilt. Not a hint of remorse.

The door opened with a soft click, and in walked Jung Hoseok—his business partner, his oldest friend, and the only one who dared to speak bluntly in front of him.

Jung Ho‑seok

*Placed a file on the table* The Japan merger meeting’s at 4. I’ve already briefed legal

Jungkook hummed in response, eyes still fixed on the skyline. But Hoseok didn't leave. He folded his arms, gaze sharp

Jung Ho‑seok

How is Jimin?

The question cut through the silence like a blade. Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

Jeon Jungkook

You know I don’t like talking about him *replied coldly, voice void of emotion*

Jung Ho‑seok

*Stared at him, unblinking* That’s the problem. You don’t like talking about him. You don’t like seeing him. You don’t like anything about him. Then why are you still married to him?

Jungkook didn’t answer.

Jung Ho‑seok

He was seriously ill while you were gone. High fever, unconscious for hours. Your mother even called you to come back. You didn’t even check on him, Jungkook.

The younger CEO didn’t flinch. His expression remained indifferent, voice even colder now.

Jeon Jungkook

I had a business trip

Jung Ho‑seok

Then you should've let me go instead. You didn't just ignore him—you abandoned him

Jung Ho‑seok

If you can’t love him, fine. If you can’t care, fine. But why ruin him like this? Why are you destroying someone who still waits for you like a fool every night?

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his cup. His next words were sharp. Unforgiving.

Jeon Jungkook

If I could divorce him

Jeon Jungkook

I would’ve thrown him out of my life the day we got married. He forced me into this. He’s not a victim—he’s the mistake I was never allowed to correct.

J-Hope didn't argue. There was no point. He knew the moment Jimin's name was mentioned, Jungkook's hatred turned unbearable. It wasn't just indifference. It was venom—resentment carefully bottled up for years. But deep down, J-Hope also knew Jimin didn’t deserve even a fraction of this cruelty. Changing the subject, J-Hope exhaled.

Jung Ho‑seok

Anyway… Your mom’s throwing a welcome party tonight at the Jeon Mansion. She said everyone will be there. Including him

Jung Ho‑seok

*Gave Jungkook a look* I’ll see you tonight.

Without waiting for a response, he left the office, the heavy door shutting behind him with a soft thud. Jungkook stood silently for a moment, gripping the edge of his desk, eyes shut tightly. His voice came out like a confession he’d never allow anyone else to hear.

Jeon Jungkook

Taehyung… *voice was soft, pained*

Jeon Jungkook

I will only love you. I am only yours.

He turned back toward his desk, pressed the intercom button, and spoke with clipped authority.

Jeon Jungkook

Tell my secretary to message Jimin. He’s expected at the Jeon mansion tonight. The driver will pick him up.

Outside, his secretary nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

But as she typed the message, her hands paused for just a second. She looked at the screen and exhaled.

‘Sir asked you to be ready by 7PM. The car will take you to Jeon Mansion.’

She hesitated. Her fingers hovered above the keys for a second longer than needed. Because even she felt it. Even she knew. That a husband who sends messages through someone else… isn’t a husband at all.

The soft click of Jimin’s watch echoed in the empty room as he finished getting ready. He stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a flawless ivory suit that hugged his frame like it was stitched from stardust. His skin glowed under the warm vanity lights, his hair was styled to perfection, and yet—his eyes held a silence that no beauty could hide. He looked at himself. And smiled.

Not the smile that reached his eyes. Not the smile he used to give Jungkook years ago. No, this was the smile he had practiced too many times.The smile the world expects from him. The one he wears like a mask. The “I’m okay” smile. He tilted his head and tested it again, watching the corners of his lips twitch slightly.

Still, as he picked up his phone, that small flicker of hope inside him hadn’t died yet. Not completely. Not yet.

Jeon Jimin

💬 When are you coming to the party?

He typed and sent it to Jungkook. Waited. No reply. He sent another message. Then another. And another. No blue tick. No "typing..." Just silence.

Because in some corner of his heart—a small, foolish, stubborn corner—he believed that maybe one day… Jungkook would reply. Just once. Even if it was a single word.

As the car pulled into the driveway of the Jeon mansion, the grand gates opened like a scene out of a fairytale. The mansion was glowing with golden lights, laughter spilling out from the courtyard. The moment Jimin stepped out of the car, he was greeted by open arms.

Mrs Jeon

Jimin-ah!

She pulled him into a tight hug, like a mother who was seeing her own son after years. Her warmth made Jimin’s heart ache in places he had forgotten still existed.

Mrs Jeon

My beautiful son-in-law *smiled tearfully*

Mrs Jeon

You’ve lost weight. Are you eating properly?

Jeon Jimin

*Nodded with that same practiced smile* I’m okay, eomeoni.

Jungkook’s father came next, giving Jimin a firm, proud hug

Mr Jeon

Welcome home, Jimin. You’ve brightened up the whole place

Jimin smiled and bowed politely, his heart silently aching. Because this was the love he received… From everyone except the man he married. He stepped inside the mansion with grace, every eye turning to admire him. He looked like a prince. But inside—he was a ghost. Because Jungkook wasn’t there. Not yet.

And maybe… not coming at all.

🐰Jungkook pov🐰

The wind was soft today. The sky wore grey like mourning cloth, and the scent of freshly fallen rain lingered in the air as I stood in front of his grave—Taehyung’s grave. My fingers trembled slightly as I placed a bouquet of white camellias—his favourite. I knelt down, brushing away a few fallen leaves from the carved letters of his name. It never gets easier, reading it. It never will.

"Jeon Taehyung. Beloved Son. Devoted Partner. Lost, but never forgotten."

I exhaled slowly, the pain in my chest rising like smoke from something still burning inside me.

Jeon Jungkook

This was supposed to be our forever, Tae *whispered*

Jeon Jungkook

But you left me here. Alone.

I sit on the cold stone bench nearby. This… is my routine. My ritual. Every day without fail, I come here. I talk to him. I tell him everything. The meetings, the weather, the coffee I hated this morning. The pain I hide. He’s not here to answer anymore… but still, I speak. Because I don’t want anyone else to hear the truths that live in my heart. Not even myself. I don’t want to go to that party tonight. I won’t go. Because I know who I’ll see the moment I step inside that house—Jimin. Even the thought of him makes something in me twist.

I was away from him for a month. Thirty-one peaceful days. Not a single forced conversation. Not his suffocating presence. I was happy. I hate seeing his face. He used to be my best friend. But after Taehyung died… he became something else entirely.

A shadow that clung to me under the disguise of loyalty. A poison dressed as love. I always knew he had feelings for me. I never ridiculed him for it. I respected it—silently, gently. Because back then, I trusted him. I thought his heart was kind. But he proved me wrong the moment he used Taehyung’s absence to crawl into a place he was never meant to be.

Taehyung loved me. He married me And he was happy with me. Our lives were full of dreams—till the day that car hit him and crushed everything. Including me. Now I’m alive… but not living. I’m breathing… but hollow. All that keeps me standing— is our child. My and Taehyung’s baby. Our son.

That party tonight? I know how it'll go. My parents will shower Jimin with praise like he’s some saint who saved this family. They'll talk about how he donated bone marrow for my mother.

How selfless, how noble, how “good” he is. They won't say it aloud, but I'll see it in their eyes How disappointed they are in me. How grateful they are to him. They’ll look at me like I’m the villain… And Jimin—the man who bought me with kindness—is their golden boy.

I hated that too.

How low did he stoop to secure a place beside me?

He knew I was in love with someone else. He knew I wasn’t his to take. And yet—he married me. All because he matched my mother’s bone marrow and made a deal in exchange for marriage. For what? For love? That wasn’t love. That was manipulation wrapped in sacrifice

And now? Now I can’t even divorce him. Because of my mother. Because of our son—who adores him like he’s his real parent. Because of the twisted image my family has built around him. He walks around like a martyr, while I'm drowning in hate.

Jimin destroyed my life the moment he stepped into it like he belonged there.

But he never did.

And he never will.

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🐣Jimin’s POV🐣

The party lights were blinding. The music, loud. The crowd, too much. But none of that mattered. Because my eyes were searching for one face only. And the moment I saw him everything else faded. There he was.

Jaeyun

My baby. My everything. My heart that decided to live outside my chest. Dressed in a tiny black tux, bowtie hanging slightly crooked, lips stained with what I could already tell was chocolate… He looked up And the second our eyes met

Jeon Jeayun

Appaaaaaaaaa!

He screamed like he'd just spotted a celebrity, running toward me as fast as his little legs would carry him. I dropped to my knees just in time to catch him in my arms. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I kissed his cheek and tasted salt.

Jeon Jimin

I missed you *whispered into his hair*

Jeon Jeayun

I missed you more! *puffed*

Jeon Jeayun

I cried one whole day. Grandpa gave me three chocolates to stop crying.

Jeon Jimin

Only one day? *faked a pout*

Jeon Jeayun

I didn't want to look weak, Appa. I'm six now

I smiled, hugging him tighter. He looked exactly like Jungkook. The same sharp jawline. The same eyes that pierce through you. Even the attitude—definitely inherited from that man.

But the love? The love was all mine. And yet… I couldn’t even keep him with me. When things got bad… when I got bad, Mom took him away. Jaeyun cried. He clung to me. He didn't want to go. But I let him. Because my hands were shaking too much to hold him properly.

Mom wanted me to go with them. She begged. But I couldn’t leave the house. What if Jungkook came home while I was gone? What if he was tired… hungry… cold? I know. I know there are dozens of maids and butlers. But no one knows Jungkook like I do. He never tells anyone anything. He shuts down.

And if I left, even for a few days… who would be there? No one. So I stayed. In a house where I wasn’t wanted. Because love… doesn’t need a thank you. Across the hall, I saw Jungkook’s mother standing quietly by the staircase, eyes flicking toward the door over and over again, hoping—just hoping—he’d walk in.

But I knew he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not when I’m here. She smiled faintly when she saw me and walked over, wrapping her arms around me and Jaeyun both.

Mrs Jeon

I’m so sorry again, Jimin-ah *whispered*

Mrs Jeon

He’s still not over it. But you… you’ve been so patient

I looked away, blinking fast. I hated when she apologized. Because it wasn’t her fault. Or maybe it was.

Because she was the one who asked me to marry Jungkook. She was the one who said, “Tell him you’ll marry him in exchange for your bone marrow.”

She said it because she knew the truth: Jungkook would never agree otherwise. He was still mourning Taehyung

He still is.

And me?

I became the monster that stepped into a love story that wasn’t mine.

Since that day, Jungkook has never looked at me the same. He doesn't see me as Jimin. Not as his friend. Not even as a person. He sees me as the man who bought a place in his life. A transaction. A shadow.

Jeon Jeayun

*Tugged on my sleeve suddenly* Appa?

Jeon Jimin

Hmm?

Jeon Jeayun

Can I ask something?

Jeon Jimin

Of course, baby

Jeon Jeayun

*Leaned in seriously and whispered* Is it true that I’m adopted from a drama?

Jeon Jimin

*Blinked* W-what?!

Jeon Jeayun

*Gasped* So it is true!

Jeon Jimin

Who told you that!?

Jeon Jeayun

Grandma. She was watching some drama and said, ‘Jaeyun’s drama is better than this storyline *squinted*

Jeon Jeayun

So I put the clues together.

I covered my mouth, half laughing, half crying

Jeon Jimin

You’re not adopted, my silly boy

Jeon Jeayun

*Tilted his head* So I really am your son?

Jeon Jimin

*Kissed his nose* Every cell of you is mine and your daddy

Jeon Jeayun

*Blinked* Even my ears?

Jeon Jimin

Especially your ears.

He looked proud.

Jeon Jeayun

*Paused and asked* Appa… if I’m your everything, why do you cry when you see me?

I froze. It took everything in me to smile. To hide the ache behind my ribs. To hug him tighter instead of answering. Because how do I explain it? How do I tell a six-year-old that I cry when I see him… because he’s the only part of my life that still feels like love?

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