Jungkook sat in his study, lost in deep thoughts about his marriage to Y/n. The wedding he had anticipated for so long now felt like a distant memory. He had never known true happiness, not even as a child. His parents had been consumed by the pursuit of wealth, which left him feeling neglected and frustrated throughout his school and university years.

Unlike other children, Jungkook couldn’t enjoy the carefree joys of childhood. His father, Mr. Jeon, had started his business when Jungkook was young, quickly rising to fame and success, but at the cost of his son’s happiness. Jungkook’s childhood was dark, lonely, and devoid of the warmth he craved. As a result, he became the “playboy” and “troublemaker” his friends often labeled him as during his younger years.

In high school, Jungkook led a group of boys, his friends treated him like the king of their circle. His parents made sure he got whatever he wanted, no matter the cost, which only encouraged his reckless behavior. The school authorities were powerless to intervene, as a relative of his had been appointed principal of the prestigious institution where every student dreamed of studying.

As he grew into adulthood, Jungkook didn’t leave behind his reckless habits. Instead, he became an arrogant CEO, inheriting his father’s business empire, but still retaining the spoiled, entitled nature of his youth.

Now, staring at the case files in front of him, Jungkook let out a frustrated groan. He read through Y/n’s statements, each one a painful reminder of the suffering she had endured. His anger boiled over, and he slammed his fist onto the desk, knocking over a pen cup, and sending pens and pencils scattering across the floor.

Just then, Jissul, one of the house staff, entered with a cup of coffee. Her face immediately showed fear as she saw the mess, realizing the situation wasn’t good. Without a word, she placed the coffee on the table and quickly exited, closing the door behind her.

“Bring me the coffee!” Jungkook shouted after her. She hurried back, trembling, and placed the cup in front of him. Jungkook took a sip, only to spit it out in anger. It was too hot.

“Damn it!” he cursed, stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Jungkook stormed into the kitchen, yelling, “Jissul, come here!”

Hearing his shouts, Mrs. Jeon came running, while the rest of the staff stood frozen in fear. Mrs. Jeon knew her son’s temper well and worried he might lose control. She quickly tried to calm him.

“Jungkook, what’s going on?”

“Stay out of this, Mom!” Jungkook snapped, silencing her.

Jissul entered, shaking in fear, her voice barely audible as she tried to respond. 
“S-sir, what happened?”

“Do you even know how to serve coffee at the right temperature?” he roared. “If you ever serve it like that again, it’ll be your last day in this mansion.”

“Son!” Mrs. Jeon called out again, but Jungkook ignored her, storming back to his study and slamming the door shut.

The staff sighed in relief, returning to their duties, while Jissul bowed apologetically to Mrs. Jeon, tears streaming down her face. The other workers avoided her gaze, knowing all too well that crying wouldn’t change anything. Shouting and yelling were common in the Jeon mansion, especially when Jungkook was involved.

Meanwhile, Jimin sat alone in his office, his thoughts occupied by the events of the morning and the encounter with Jungkook. It was now noon, but he couldn’t shake the image of Y/n from his mind. Her pale face, blue eyes, smooth skin, and hourglass figure had captivated him. He was falling for Jungkook’s wife, and the thought made his heart race.

He sighed, knowing that his feelings were dangerous and complicated. Y/n was trapped in a loveless marriage, and all Jimin wanted was to help her escape the hell she was living in. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor, but he also knew it wouldn’t be easy. Jungkook would interfere at every turn.

This felt like a forbidden love story, one where Jimin played the role of the knight in unrequited love, longing for a woman who wasn’t his to love.

Jimin grabbed his phone and dialed Taehyung’s number. 
“Hello, Mr. Park,” Taehyung answered, his smooth voice laced with a grin.

“Have you had lunch yet?”

“No, I was waiting for you. How about we grab something together?”

“Sounds good. How about bulgogi? I’m craving some thin-sliced meat,” Jimin suggested.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you at the restaurant near your office,” Taehyung replied.

“Great. I’ll book us a table.”

With that, Jimin ended the call, leaving his office with a plan forming in his mind. He would be the one to rescue Y/n from her misery, no matter what it took.

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