𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞||ᴊᴊᴋ||✓

𝐏𝐓.13

Jungkook’s gaze moved between the two women, his tone calm but suspicious. “What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

Ara quickly replied before Y/n could open her mouth. “Nothing… right, Y/n?” Her lips curved into a sweet smile for Jungkook, then flicked back toward Y/n with the same fake expression.

Y/n hesitated but forced a small smile of her own. “Y-yes…” she murmured, still trying to process the venomous words Ara had whispered moments ago.

“Come on, let’s sit and talk,” Ara said lightly, though the smirk she sent Y/n made her true intentions clear.

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Y/n’s thoughts:
What is wrong with her? Why does she act so innocent in front of Jungkook but reveal her real face to me? And what did she mean by saying Jungkook is hers? They’re cousins—he told me so himself. So why…?

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Ara and Jungkook began reminiscing about their childhood. Y/n and Jihoo stayed quiet, listening politely. It had been years since they’d last met, and interrupting didn’t seem right. Still, Jungkook kept a subtle distance from Ara, his body angled away, his attention drifting more often to Y/n than to his cousin. No matter how Ara tried to engage him, his focus wouldn’t leave Y/n—and that fact made Ara quietly seethe.

After a while, Ara leaned forward with a pleasant tone. “Y/n, could you get me a glass of water?”

Jihoo began, “Noona—” but Ara cut him off with a look, and Y/n simply rose from her seat without protest. Jungkook was about to stop her, but she had already left the room.

When Y/n returned five minutes later, she placed the glass on the table in front of Ara. Ara accepted it with a sweet “thank you,” though her eyes never left Y/n as she sipped, her mind already turning over ways to remove her from Jungkook’s life entirely.

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“I’m so hungry,” Ara announced suddenly. “Y/n, what’s for lunch? I hope it’s something good… not like your background.” The smirk on her face made the insult sting even sharper.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward her, his voice low and edged with anger. “She’s not a maid here—she’s my wife. Show her respect, Ara. She’s your sister-in-law. And about her background… she’s my wife now, so think twice before you speak.” His eyes had gone dark, the air in the room thick with his anger.

Ara blinked at him in shock but said nothing. Last night at the party she had made similar comments, and Jungkook had stayed silent. Now, it was clear his patience had run out.

Jihoo’s own voice cut in, sharp and unforgiving. “Don’t you think my Noona is better than you?”

Jungkook leaned forward, his gaze locked on Ara. “Go home before I do something you’ll regret. You know my temper.”

For once, Ara obeyed. Without another word, she gathered her things and left.

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Once she was gone, Jungkook headed for his secret basement, Jihoo went to the guest room, and Y/n retreated to their bedroom.

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Meanwhile, across town, Ara stormed into her house, slamming the door and sending whatever objects she could grab flying across the room. “How dare he? That brother of Y/n—I’ll kill that bastard! How dare he talk to me like that?”

Her father entered, his face tight with panic. He knew too well how dangerously obsessed his daughter could be. “Ara, what happened?”

“Kill Y/n and her brother!” she shouted, her voice rising to a screech. “I want my Jungkook! Just kill them!” Her face was crimson with rage.

Her father’s voice was sharp. “Shut up, Ara! Jungkook is not yours. He doesn’t love you—he only sees you as a sister!”

“I don’t care!” she screamed. “I don’t want to be his sister—I want to be the love of his life. Just me and him, no one else!” The madness in her eyes made it clear—this wasn’t just jealousy anymore. It was an obsession, and she was willing to kill to have him.

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Later that night

Jungkook returned home and went straight to his bedroom, only to find it empty. After freshening up, he changed into something comfortable and headed toward the guest room, certain Y/n would be there with her brother.

As he approached, the sound of laughter drifted through the door.

“Oh, Noona, isn’t your husband so cold?” Jihoo teased.

“Why did he have to come between our talks?” Y/n teased back, laughing.

Neither of them knew that Jungkook was standing just outside, hearing every word.

So I’m cold, am I? Jungkook thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. What a pair—a wife and her brother-in-law teasing each other about me.

He rapped his knuckles on the door. Inside, the laughter stopped abruptly. Both Y/n and Jihoo looked toward the doorway, their throats going dry when they saw Jungkook standing there, arms crossed over his chest.

“Jungkook?” Y/n said quietly.

“Hyung?” Jihoo asked, his voice just as nervous.