Maybe it should have been you (kt ff)

1. My cold Husband

Y/n's P.O.V.

"What?! You want me to marry Y/n?!" Jimin's voice rang out, sharp and incredulous. His face was a mixture of disbelief and frustration as he stared at his parents.

"Don't be rude, Jimin," his mother interjected firmly, her expression unyielding.

"I can't marry Y/n! I already have a girlfriend, and—" Jimin hesitated, his voice faltering as the weight of the situation seemed to settle in. "And I just can't..."

His father, ever the stoic presence, leaned forward in his chair. "Don't act like this is a surprise. We told you this would happen before you even met her. You knew this arrangement was inevitable."

Jimin's gaze darted to me, desperation flickering in his eyes. "And you? What do you think about this? You haven't said a single word since we got here."

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "I don't think we should go through with this," I said softly, looking down at my clasped hands. "I know we were told about the engagement, but things are different now. You have a girlfriend, and... we're best friends. I don't want to ruin that or stand in your way."

For a moment, Jimin's expression softened, but the sadness in his forced smile was unmistakable. "See? Even Y/n doesn't want this. Let's just call the whole thing off."

Before anyone could respond, my father's voice cut through the air like a blade. "I'm sorry, but everything has already been arranged. This marriage is happening whether you like it or not."

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head as he abruptly rose from his seat. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, the slam of the door echoing in his wake.

"Jimin!" I called after him, my voice wavering. But it was too late—he was gone.

Two years later...

The gentle chirping of birds outside my window contrasted sharply with the tension I felt in the house. I was lost in thought when Jimin's voice shattered the morning calm.

"Y/n! Are you still asleep?" he demanded as he barged into my room without so much as a knock.

I turned to him, carefully choosing my words. "What is it, Jimin?" I asked, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. His cold demeanor had become a constant, but it never stopped stinging.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing as though I'd committed some grave offense by merely existing.

"I was thinking about heading over to Jungkook and Taehyung's place," I said cautiously. "Would that be okay?"

His reaction was immediate and harsh. "Jungkook and Taehyung's again? Why are you always over there? You know what—fine. Go. Do whatever you want." His tone was sharp, dismissive, and he turned on his heel, leaving before I could respond.

As the door slammed shut, a lone tear escaped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. I had become used to his coldness, but the pain still lingered.

Grabbing the bag I always kept packed for moments like these, I headed downstairs and out to my car. Dialing my brother's number, I waited as the line rang.

"Hey, Y/n! What's up?" Jungkook's cheerful voice greeted me.

"Hi, Kook," I said, trying to sound upbeat. "Can I stay over again? Jimin and I fought, and I don't want to stay here tonight."

"What did he do this time? Don't tell me he's cheating on you now—I might actually lose it," Jungkook growled.

"Jungkook," I sighed. "We've talked about this. He's not cheating. He just... he never wanted to marry me in the first place. We can't expect him to feel something he doesn't."

"That doesn't excuse how he treats you. You're his best friend, Y/n. He should respect you more than anyone," Jungkook insisted, his tone protective.

I forced a smile, though he couldn't see it. "I'm fine. I have you and Tae. You guys make me happy, and that's what matters."

Jungkook sighed but relented. "Alright. You can stay with us anytime, you know that. I'm out with Yumi right now, but Tae's home. I'll let him know you're coming."

"Thanks, Kook. Tell Yumi I miss her. Love you."

"Love you too. See you soon," he said before hanging up.

Arriving at Jungkook and Taehyung's house, I saw Taehyung waiting on the porch. He grinned when he saw me, his boxy smile immediately easing some of my tension.

"Hi, Tae. What are you doing out here? Did Jungkook tell you to wait for me?" I asked as I got out of the car.

"Of course. I wanted to make sure you got here okay. And stop acting like you're inconveniencing us—we love having you here," Taehyung said as he grabbed my bag.

"You don't have to do that," I protested.

"You're practically family. Let me help," he said with a laugh, leading me inside.

As we settled in the living room, Taehyung's tone shifted, his usual playfulness giving way to concern. "So, what happened this time? Did he yell at you? Make you cry again? If he hit you—"

"He didn't hit me, Tae," I interrupted, placing a hand on his knee. "He just... told me to leave. That's all."

Taehyung's jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with anger. "That's not nothing, Y/n. He's supposed to be your husband, but he treats you like you're disposable."

"It's fine," I murmured, though my voice betrayed me.

"No, it's not fine," he said, his frustration evident. "You deserve so much better than this."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I looked away. "I just wish we could go back to being friends. Everything was simpler then."

Taehyung's expression softened, and he pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'm just glad I have you and Jungkook," I whispered, finding comfort in his embrace.

"You'll always have us," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "Now, come on—let's pick a movie and forget about him for a while."

Authors Note:

Well bye bye, for now. ✋ 😋