Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his mind reeling with the shocking revelation. He had thought Y/n was the sister of his fiancée, but the truth was far more sinister. Y/n was the wife of his 70-year-old father-in-law.

He felt like a fool, blinded by his own ignorance. He had underestimated the ruthlessness of the wealthy elite.

"You look lost?" Namjoon asked, breaking the silence. Namjoon is his fiance’s sister. Jungkook is still confused about the whole family tree, Namjoon and Jungkook fiance Sooyoung both look around Y/n’s age so they can't be her real children.

Jungkook shook his head, apologizing as he continued eating.

Across from him, Y/n didn't look up, her elegant fingers moving delicately as she ate. Her gentle demeanor belied the turmoil brewing inside.

Suddenly, Soo-young, spoke up, "Mom, the outfit I selected,"

Y/n's voice was soft, "Everything is ready, dear."

Jungkook's gaze snapped to Y/n, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension palpable.

Soo-young continued, oblivious to the undercurrents. "Great, Mom. I'll talk to Father about the seating arrangements."

After the meal, Jungkook sat with others. His family was there too. He hates arranged marriages but that's all that happens in his family. They marry because of business.

He wanted to take a break so he went out to take a smoke break but then he saw Y/n, sitting peacefully in the garden.

He never hears her talk unless someone asks him something. Jungkook has seen gold diggers who are with old men for money and luxury but She gives a completely opposite vibe.

“Hi, it's peaceful here, “ Jungkook said in a low voice. She didn't reply, he stared at her face.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. Y/n nodded, her eyes guarded.

"How old are you?" Jungkook asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Thirty-five," Y/n replied, her voice even.

Jungkook's eyes widened. "You're just five years older than me."

Y/n's expression remained neutral.

"I've noticed how sweet you are to Soo-young," Jungkook said. "You treat her like your own child."

Y/n's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness. "Because She is my daughter."

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "That's not possible. Soo-young is 20, and you are 35."

Y/n's voice was matter-of-fact. "Do the math, Jungkook."

Jungkook's mind reeled as he calculated the years. This changed everything.

"You had her at 15? But why...?" Jungkook trailed off, confusion etched on his face. "Why did you marry him? He's...old enough to be your grandfather."

Y/n's shoulders sagged, a hint of resignation in her voice. "It was an arranged marriage. Age differences exist, Jungkook. Whether it's 10 years or 35 years, it's all just a number."

Jungkook's eyes searched Y/n's face, seeking answers. "But you're so young, so full of life...how could you settle for—"

Y/n's hand rose, silencing him. "I am not young, and Some choices aren't ours to make. Some are made for us, and we live with them."

Suddenly, for Jungkook, The garden felt suffocating, Jungkook's heart ached for the woman before him.

“But being trapped in a loveless marriage.” He said.

Her expression did change. “Are you about to get yourself trapped in loveless marriage too?”

He couldn't bear the thought of Y/n forced to endure a life with a man old enough to be her grandfather.

Jungkook's resolve hardened. He would find a way to free Y/n, no matter the cost.

“Don't you want to escape?” He asked.

“And where? I have found love here with my family. It has been years now, things are different.” She looked at Jungkook.

Y/n's eyes pleaded with Jungkook. "Just Please, don't talk to me again unless necessary. It will ruin everything."

Jungkook's brow furrowed, but before he could respond, Y/n's gaze darted to the side. Namjoon approached, his eyes fixed on Jungkook.

Y/n swiftly departed, leaving the two men alone in the garden.

Namjoon lit a cigarette, offering one to Jungkook. "What were you discussing with her?"

Jungkook accepted the cigarette, taking a drag. "I just asked her age. She looks young."

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully.

Jungkook's curiosity got the better of him. "What happened to your mother?"

Namjoon's expression turned somber. "Dad was abusive. He made her life hell."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "Is he still...? Because Y/n,”

Namjoon's voice was laced with venom. “Why are you calling her by her name? Is she your friend?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I am sorry, just asking about Mrs. Kim.”

"He is, but now he's weak, going through health issues. Karma's a bitch. But he had molded Y/n, so there is no need for more abuse.”

Jungkook's gaze lingered on Namjoon's face before asking, "Why don't you have a wife?"

Namjoon's eyes clouded, his voice barely above a whisper. "They die. But The last time I got married. It's been years, but...it still feels like yesterday."

They? And what does he mean they die? Why is he so creepy? Why is this whole family so creepy?

“You are here to marry Sooyoung, so focus on her. That will be best for you.” He exclaimed.
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Jungkook sat in the living room, his parents seated across from him.

"I don't know if I can do this," Jungkook said, his voice laced with uncertainty.

His parents exchanged a confused glance. "What are you talking about, son?" his father asked.

"Soo-young...she's too young for me," Jungkook said, his brow furrowed.

His mother waved her hand dismissively. "She's 20, dear. You're 30. It's a normal age gap."

But Jungkook's mind kept wandering back to Y/n and her husband. The significant age difference between them made his skin crawl.

"I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but...after seeing Soo-young's father and Y/n...I don't know, it just feels weird, and age gap is age gap, either 10 years or 35 years." Jungkook admitted.

His parents exchanged another glance, this time with a hint of concern.

"You're overthinking this, Jungkook," his father said. "Your age gap is not that huge. You'll get used to it."

But Jungkook's gut told him otherwise. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
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Jungkook stared at the sea. He had tried to convince his parents to call off the wedding, but they had insisted. Now he was on the other side of the world for his marriage.

He went inside. As he stood there, he heard muffled noises coming from the room. A woman's voice pleaded, "Namjoon, please stop, you can't do this."

“Can you stop me?”

Jungkook's confusion deepened as he heard the sounds escalate. He approached the door, but it was locked. It sounds so much Like Y/n and Namjoon.

He knocked on the door, and the noises ceased. The silence was oppressive.

After a few minutes, Namjoon opened the door, his expression neutral. "How come you're here, Jungkook?"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "I heard...I thought I heard Y/n."

Namjoon's expression didn't falter. "You must have made a mistake. Y/n is nowhere near here. TV was playing.”

He closed the door behind his back as Jungkook tried to enter the room. Jungkook's gut told him otherwise. He had heard her voice, the desperation and fear etched in her words.

“But I am sure I had her voice.” Jungkook said.

“Why would she be in my room?” He asked. “Are you accusing me of something?”

Jungkook felt weird about Namjoon. He noticed the rip on Namjoon's collar. He felt the chills in his spine. He was imagining the worst.

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Y/n took a deep breath while she was practicing the fake smile. But her mind kept remembering what happened between her and Namjoon earlier. After breathing heavily for a few seconds.

She entered her room, the heavy door creaking shut behind her. Her husband, decades older, sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her.

"Where were you?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Y/n's voice was submissive. "I was seeing to the arrangements, honey."

He beckoned her closer, his bony finger crooking. "Come here."

Y/n approached, her steps hesitant. She stopped in front of him, her eyes downcast.

"Sit on the floor," he ordered, his voice dripping with condescension.

Y/n obeyed, her movements fluid as she sank onto the cold floor. He always wants her in a lower position.

Her husband's wrinkled hand reached out, caressing her hair. "I'm glad you haven't forgotten your place. You're my dog, after all."

Y/n's face remained passive. She knew her role, the expectations placed upon her.

As his hand continued to stroke her hair, Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. This was her life, bound to a man who saw her as nothing more than a possession.
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Jungkook watched from afar, his eyes fixed on Y/n she was acting lost. He could see her arms and hands shivering. As if she can't focus.

But Jungkook's mind was racing. What had happened? Had Namjoon silenced her somehow?

The more Jungkook observed, the more he became convinced that Namjoon was hurting Y/n in some way. The way she avoided eye contact, the subtle flinches when Namjoon came near...it all pointed to a darker truth.

Jungkook had to save Y/n from this toxic family, no matter the cost. How can both the father and son hurt a woman like this?

But how? He was a guest in their home,

Jungkook's heart ached. He knew he had to act fast, before Y/n was trapped forever in this web of deceit and abuse.

But how could he save her when she seemed resigned to her fate?

"Father, I've decided to move to another country. I want to focus on expanding our business interests there." Namjoon mentioned it at lunch. Jungkook stared at him. Does he wanted to leave after hurting Y/n?

His father's expression turned thoughtful, but he nodded acceptingly. "Very well, Namjoon. If that's what you want."

Namjoon shrugged, his smile cold. "Soo-young is getting married, starting her new life. I want to do the same. I want to marry too."

His father's face showed no surprise, only a calm acceptance. "That's your decision to make, son. I trust your judgment."

Namjoon's smile grew wider, seemingly pleased with his father's response. "Thank you, Father. I'll make sure to stay in touch."

As the conversation ended, Jungkook watched from afar, his mind racing. Why was Namjoon's father so accepting of his plans? What did it all mean?

Y/n stared at her food. She didn't swallow a single bite, should she be happy that Namjoon is leaving?
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Jungkook's eyes scanned the shore, his heart racing with worry. He hadn't seen Y/n since lunchtime, and she had been acting strange all day.

As he turned a corner, he saw her standing at the edge of the water, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance. Before he could call out to her, she took a step forward, and then another, until she was waist-deep in the sea.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she disappeared beneath the waves. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the water, his clothes getting soaked as he plunged into the sea.

He pulled her close, holding her head above water as he swam back to shore.

Finally, he stumbled onto the beach, gasping for breath, and laid her down on the sand. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale.

Jungkook's heart was racing as he called for an ambulance, his hands shaking as he held hers.

At the hospital, Jungkook paced anxiously in the waiting room, his mind replaying the events of the day. What had driven Y/n to such desperation? And what secrets was she hiding?

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Namjoon walked into the hospital room, he went to check Y/n. Who was still unconscious.

Jungkook stood up, his eyes blazing with accusation.

"This is your fault," Jungkook spat. "You've been hurting her, Namjoon. The other day, I saw you trying to force her...I saw what you did."

But instead his smirk grew wider. "Me? Raping her? That would be her dream come true."

Jungkook's face twisted in disgust. "You're sick. You and your father ruined her.”

Namjoon chuckled. "She's not right in her head, Jungkook. She's obsessed with me. She cries at my feet, begging for my attention."

“You think I believe you?” Jungkook asked.

Namjoon shrugged. "I don’t need you to believe, it's a fact. She doesn't want me to be with anyone and she couldn't tolerate me being with anyone else. So, she took care of them.”

Jungkook felt a chill run down his spine. "She is innocent, she's trapped in your  and your father's web."

Namjoon's smile grew even wider. "Yes, she was innocent. Now, she is a psycho, who would do anything to get me.”

Jungkook stared at Namjoon, he couldn't trust him. “I want to save her from this pathetic life.”

“She doesn't need your help, she would rather live this life to be near me. It's her desperation for me that you will never understand.”

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