Unspoken Ties

Chapter-19 Mrs Jeon

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"Let me introduce her! Meet my wife, Jeon Y/n."

As soon as the words left Jungkook's mouth, silence stretched between them. Lia's jaw nearly hit the floor, her wide eyes flickering with disbelief. She blinked once, twice—perhaps hoping she had misheard him.

The Jeon Jungkook? The most sought-after, powerful businessman—married? It was unfathomable.

A slow realization dawned upon her, shattering whatever delusional fantasies she had nurtured. Today was supposed to be her day, her birthday, the perfect opportunity to get closer to him. Yet, within mere seconds, all her hopes crumbled like a fragile house of cards.

Jimin, standing beside them, raised a brow in mild surprise, though he wasn’t as stunned as Lia. He had his suspicions, but the sight of Y/n—so soft, so delicate—beside Jungkook still puzzled him. How did someone like her end up with someone like Jungkook? The man was infamous for his cold-hearted nature, his lack of attachment, and yet... here he was, introducing her as his wife.

He had to admit, it was an odd pairing. Jungkook, the man known for his sharp tongue and ruthless demeanor, and Y/n, who seemed as innocent and pure as freshly fallen snow.

For a brief moment, Jimin found himself admiring her—though not in a romantic way. He was simply intrigued. But then he quickly shook off the thought. She was Jungkook’s wife, after all.

Meanwhile, Y/n stood frozen in place, a storm of emotions raging within her. Her heart thudded against her ribs, her mind spinning. Should she feel happy that Jungkook introduced her as his wife? Or should she remind herself that this was nothing more than an act?

She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to steady herself. He hates me. So why is he acting like this? His touch, the possessiveness in his voice—it was all for show. Just a mere performance to keep up appearances.

But why did it hurt so much?

"Looks like you're all getting along well," Mr. Min’s voice cut through the thick tension.

Everyone turned towards him, their expressions shifting. Polite smiles formed on their faces, though none except Y/n’s were genuine.

"Mr. Jeon, you haven’t taken anything. Let me call a waiter for you," Mr. Min offered.

Jungkook, who had been silently observing Y/n, finally tore his gaze away. "Ah, there's no need, Mr. Min. I'm fine."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Min chuckled. "A man of your stature at a party without even a drink in hand? At least take one for show."

Jungkook suppressed a sigh, knowing the man wouldn't back down easily. He turned his head slightly, looking down at Y/n, his breath ghosting over her ear as he lowered his voice.

"Do you want something?"

Y/n’s breath hitched. His proximity was unnerving, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She willed herself to stay composed, but the way his dark eyes bored into hers made it difficult.

She didn't answer right away, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Why are you making this so hard for me, Jungkook?

Her heart ached. She knew it was all fake, yet a small part of her wished it wasn’t. How was she supposed to distance herself from him when he acted like this—like a caring husband?

“Y/n,” he called again, snapping her out of her daze. His voice was softer, almost hesitant.

She looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring. Clearing her throat, she answered quietly, “Water.”