HIS TWO WIVES ( JUNGKOOK X READER )

First episode .

Edited  : 06/August/2025

Your pov.

The silence in the room was deafening.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my fingers nervously entangling and fidgeting in my lap, as time crept forward with a weight that grew heavier with each passing second. The soft hum of the ceiling fan above did nothing to calm the storm inside me. My heart raced—wild and frightened—beating not with anticipation, but with fear… and guilt.

I didn’t understand why guilt was suffocating me. It wasn’t my fault. None of it was. I was helpless—unable to stop what was already set in motion, dragged by forces stronger than my voice, my tears, or my pleas. And yet, I was drowning in shame, as though I were the villain of this story… the one who had destroyed something sacred.

A tiny buzz pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked to my right where my phone lay on the nightstand, its screen glowing with a new message notification. My throat tightened, breath catching in anticipation—fearful of who it might be.

It was from her.

My best friend.

Or… the girl who once called herself that.

My fingers trembled as I unlocked the screen, and the message unfolded before me like a dagger cloaked in memories:

> “I was dumb to believe in you. Everyone warned me, Y/N. They all said you’d betray me one day. But I defended you—I trusted you. And what did you do? You married the boy I love. The one I begged you to leave. I hate you. I hate you more than I thought I ever could. I curse you, Y/N. I curse you to never know love. He will never love you—he will always love me. You’re ugly, inside and out.”

The words blurred as my eyes brimmed with tears.
I clutched the phone tightly in my fist, my chest tightening with each breath I struggled to take. “No, Haneul…” I whispered brokenly, shaking my head as the tears began to fall. “It wasn’t in my hands. I tried… I tried to stop it… but no one listened—”

A loud sound startled me.

The door slammed shut.
I turned, heart leaping to my throat.

Jungkook had entered.

And the moment his eyes met mine, it was as if the temperature in the room dropped below freezing. His gaze—sharp and burning—spoke a language far crueler than words.

"GET THE HELL UP FROM MY BED!"

I flinched, eyes wide with shock.

Before I could react, his foot kicked the nearby dressing table. Glass shattered into pieces, perfume spreading across the floor like spilled regret. My body moved instinctively—I stood, backing away from the bed with trembling steps.

"Jungkook, please..." I whispered, stepping forward to touch his bruised hand, but he shoved me back.

I stumbled, falling to the floor, my palm landing on the shattered glass. Pain seared through my skin, blood blooming into the white fabric of my gown. I gasped, but the sound was drowned out by his furious shouts.

"WHY? Why did you marry me, Y/N?! You knew I didn’t love you! Then why—why the hell didn’t you stop it?!"

I stared at him, broken. Because I couldn’t. Because I tried.

But he wasn’t listening.

He marched toward me and yanked me up by the arms, his grip like iron, eyes blazing with rage. The broken glass beneath my feet scraped against my skin as he pulled me close.