Unspoken Ties

Chapter-31 Beach? Bitch?

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As they walked side by side down the long, elegant corridor, Taehyung slid his hands into the pockets of his coat, casting a side glance at Jungkook, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The atmosphere between them was thick, not with tension, but with an unspoken weight—one Taehyung had been carrying ever since he learned about Jungkook’s marriage.

"So, what's your plan?" Taehyung finally broke the silence, his voice even, yet laced with curiosity and something sharper—expectation.

Jungkook furrowed his brows, slightly tilting his head. "Plans? For what?"

Taehyung blinked at him, utterly dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" He scoffed. "Tell me you're joking, Jungkook."

Jungkook, still lost, rubbed the back of his neck, unsure why his friend was suddenly looking at him like he had grown two heads. "Hyung, I really don’t get what you’re asking."

Taehyung exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. "You want your wife back or not?" His voice was sharper now, tinged with frustration. "You do realize this isn’t some game where you just sit back and expect things to fix themselves, right?"

Jungkook opened his mouth, then closed it again, his brain scrambling for a response.

Taehyung studied his expression for a second before sighing, and then, in a completely deadpan tone, he added, "You know what? Forget it. I should just take her with me. A dumb bunny like you doesn’t deserve someone like Y/N."

Jungkook’s eyes widened instantly, his entire body going rigid. "Wait—what? Hyung!" He panicked, stepping in front of Taehyung to block his path. His hands shot up, gripping Taehyung’s shoulders as if stopping him from running off to steal his wife right this second.

"Wait, wait, wait, hyung! Why are you so serious all of a sudden? What did I even do?!" His voice was frantic, and his eyes were round with desperation.

Taehyung merely arched an unimpressed brow, shaking off Jungkook’s hands with ease. "The question isn’t what you did, it’s what you didn’t do," he pointed out.

Jungkook blinked. "Huh?"

Taehyung let out a deep sigh and then, with a forced, fake smile, he patted Jungkook’s cheek with mock sympathy. "You did nothing, Jungkookie. Nothing at all. And do you know why? Because you can’t do anything." His voice was light, but the jab was sharp.

Jungkook gawked at him, clearly offended. "Hyung! I can—"

But Taehyung didn’t let him finish. He simply waved his hand dismissively, turning on his heel as he mumbled under his breath, "Forget it. I’ll handle it myself. I knew trusting you with this was a mistake."

Jungkook watched his friend walk away, looking utterly dumbfounded. "Handle what?! Hyung—!" But Taehyung didn’t answer, already disappearing down the corridor.

Jungkook stood there for a moment, blinking rapidly, then ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. "What the hell just happened?" he mumbled, scratching his head like a confused monkey, his thoughts an absolute mess.

One thing was clear, though—Taehyung wasn’t joking. And if Jungkook didn’t step up soon, he had a feeling his hyung would actually follow through with his threat.

And that? That was not happening.

Not on his watch.

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The evening sun bathed the Jeon estate in a golden glow as a light breeze carried the scent of freshly brewed tea and baked goods through the air. The family had gathered in the garden, their voices a mixture of boisterous laughter and lively conversation, filling the space with warmth and familiarity. The atmosphere was comfortable, but for Jungkook, it was about to take a turn.