Unspoken Ties

Chapter-6 His First Love?

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The Next Day

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the living room, casting a golden glow over the space. The air was light, filled with laughter and conversation as everyone settled in after breakfast. Zaid, as usual, had spent most of the meal showering Y/N with compliments over the delicious food she had prepared, his dramatic praise making her cheeks warm with a shy flush. He had even gone as far as kissing the back of her hand in appreciation, causing a round of amused chuckles from Bora while Jungkook remained notably silent, his expression unreadable.

Bora had offered to help with the dishes, but Y/N, ever the gentle soul, had politely refused, insisting that she relax and enjoy her time with the others. It was her way-always putting everyone else first.

Jungkook descended the stairs, his usual routine unchanged as he carried his tie loosely in his hands, his dark eyes scanning the room instinctively. The moment they landed on his wife, he found himself pausing mid-step.

Even after a morning of endless tasks, she looked radiant-her face fresh and glowing, as if fatigue had no place in her world. It was an unspoken thing, this quiet admiration he held for her. No matter how much time passed, he always noticed.

But before he could take more than a few steps toward her, someone blocked his path.

Leena.

Her sudden presence made him halt in irritation, his brows knitting together as he gave her a questioning look.

"You really haven't changed, Jungkook," she mused, her voice light, almost teasing. "It's surprising that you still haven't learned how to do your own tie."

There was something off about her tone, a hint of amusement laced with something else-something he didn't care for.

"Unfortunately, no," he admitted flatly, already sidestepping to move past her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need Y/N's help. I'm already running late for my meeting."

But before he could get away, Leena's hand shot out, snatching the tie from his grasp.

"Come on, Jungkook. How much work are you going to make that poor girl do?" she said with a small smile, her voice carrying just the right amount of concern to sound convincing. "Let her rest for a bit. I'm free, so let me help you."

Before he could protest, she was already reaching up, expertly folding his collar and looping the tie around his neck.

Jungkook stiffened instantly.

His discomfort was immediate, and his first instinct was to pull away, but the situation escalated before he could.

His gaze flickered past Leena, finding Y/N standing frozen just a few steps away, watching them. Her eyes, which had been warm and lively just moments ago, had dimmed. There was a sadness there now-uncertainty, even.

It made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

Unaware of-or rather, indifferent to-the effect she was causing, Leena continued speaking, her voice carrying just enough volume to ensure Y/N could hear every word.

"Well, it's not even your fault, Jungkook," she mused, her tone laced with false sympathy. "You've been spoiled, always having someone to take care of you. First, it was Mia helping you with your ties, and now you have a wife who does the same. Luck really is on your side."

At the mention of that name-Mia-Jungkook's hands clenched into fists at his sides.

And then, just as she had intended, Leena turned her gaze towards Y/N.