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Cold Husband

Jennie's pov
I never once envisioned myself in an arranged marriage. Yet here I am, six months into a union with a man who remains distant and unengaged. It’s not that I harbor resentment towards him; rather, he seems to act as though I am a mere shadow, barely acknowledging my presence.

Seriously, how can someone so indifferent have such a stunning and captivating wife?

I only consented to this marriage to honor my parents' wishes; otherwise, I would have never chosen someone like him. On paper, he seems to be everything a woman could want: handsome, tall, wealthy, and charismatic. However, despite these qualities, the true issue lies in his lack of communication. He rarely speaks to me, which makes our relationship feel empty and devoid of warmth.

Tonight was supposed to be a bright spot in my week. My brother Jungkook and Taehyung’s favorite cousin, Lisa, were coming over for dinner. I had just woken from a brief nap and was preparing the meal with the kind of focused energy that only comes from knowing someone you care about is on their way. The doorbell rang unexpectedly, interrupting my preparations. I quickly rinsed my hands and made my way to the entrance, eager to welcome our guest.

Standing at the door was Lisa, a vision of vibrant warmth and joy, her smile radiating a contagious energy. Lisa, who is Taehyung’s cherished cousin, has become my closest confidante. Although we’ve only known each other for a few months, our connection feels deep and enduring, as though we’ve been friends for a lifetime. Her sweetness and genuine affection stand in stark contrast to her brother's aloofness.

“Hey unnie!” Lisa exclaimed, wrapping me in an exuberant hug that instantly made me feel at ease. “Gosh, Lisa! I’ve missed you so much,” I responded, releasing her from the hug and pressing a loving kiss to her cheek. She scrunched her nose and playfully wiped her cheek, making me laugh heartily.

“I brought you ice cream,” she said, her eyes dancing with mischief as she held up a plastic bag. “Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Lisa-yah,” I said, touched by her thoughtful gesture. “Are you going to invite me in or not?” she teased. “Oh, right! How thoughtless of me,” I said, leading her inside and closing the door behind us.

Once inside, we enjoyed the ice cream together, chatting and laughing. As the evening continued, we found ourselves back in the kitchen. While I focused on preparing the dinner, Lisa eagerly helped by chopping onions, her presence a welcome relief from the usual solitude. The doorbell rang once more, signaling another arrival. With my hands still covered in flour and dough from the noodles I was washing, I asked Lisa to answer the door, grateful for her help and company.

Lisa's pov
I swung open the door with a wide, eager smile, expecting to see taehyung oppa’s familiar face. Instead, there stood Jungkook, his presence as unwelcome as it was unexpected. He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice dripping with an unmistakable hint of annoyance.

My initial reaction was a surge of frustration. The urge to swipe that smirk from his face was nearly overwhelming. “I should be the one asking you that,” I snapped back, folding my arms tightly across my chest to display my irritation.

Jungkook merely shrugged, his demeanor almost infuriatingly casual. “This is my noona’s house,” he said with an air of indifference.
“Exactly! And it’s also my oppa’s house,” I retorted, forcing a sweet smile as if to underscore my point. I wasn’t going to let him win this round.

“Whatever,” Jungkook said, rolling his eyes with practiced ease. He pushed past me with a dismissive wave and sauntered into the apartment, acting as though he owned the place. The sight of him striding in with such audacity made my frustration bubble to the surface. I was seething.