Jungkook stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his reflection staring back at him with weary eyes. The lights above flickered slightly, casting an uneven glow across his features.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he noticed the dark circles under his eyes that no amount of sleep seemed to erase.
He had always been meticulous about his appearance, a habit instilled in him from a young age by his parents. They had taught him that presentation mattered, that how you looked often influenced how you were perceived by others. And so, Jungkook took pride in his appearance, making sure everything was just right.
But lately, it felt like nothing he did was ever good enough.
His wife, Iseul, had grown increasingly critical of him, pointing out flaws where he saw none, nitpicking at his clothes, his hairstyle, even his posture.
At first, Jungkook had brushed it off, but as the days turned into weeks, her constant scrutiny began to chip away at his confidence.
He remembered the early days of their marriage, when everything had felt perfect. They had been in love, inseparable, dreaming of a future together.
Jungkook had thought he had found his soulmate, someone who understood him completely. But now, he couldn't help but feel like a stranger in his own home.
Iseul's dissatisfaction with his appearance was just one aspect of their strained relationship. They argued more often than they laughed, their conversations tinged with tension and unspoken frustrations.
Jungkook tried to be patient, to understand where she was coming from, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
He turned away from the mirror, leaning against the sink as he rubbed his temples. His thoughts drifted back to Jimin, the one person who had always accepted him for who he was, flaws and all. Jimin had been his best friend since college, his constant source of support.
"Jimin hyung, help me, what can I do to make her happy?" Jungkook whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the hum of the bathroom fan.
He wondered if Jimin ever thought about him, if he missed their late-night talks and shared laughter as much as Jungkook did.
He knew it was wrong to compare Iseul to Jimin, to measure his happiness based on memories of someone else.
But the truth was, Jimin had always been there for him in ways Iseul never seemed to understand. Jimin had seen him at his best and his worst, had celebrated his successes and comforted him in his failures.
He then realized that whenever him and Iseul argue back in college, Jimin would be there to fix their relationship.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to push away the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. He loves Iseul, he truly does. He wants nothing but to make her happy again but lately, it felt like their love was buried under layers of resentment and unmet expectations.
He splashed water on his face, the coolness offering a momentary respite from his thoughts. When he looked up again, he saw his reflection, a man caught between duty and desire, between the life he had chosen and the one he could've had.
As he dried his face with a towel, Jungkook made a silent vow to himself. He would try harder to make things work with Iseul, to bridge the growing space between them.
But deep down, a part of him wondered if true happiness lay elsewhere, if maybe, just maybe, someone had been right in front of him all along.
With a heavy sigh, Jungkook turned off the bathroom light and walked back to their bedroom. He climbed into bed beside Iseul, careful not to disturb her sleeping form.
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My Sister's Husband | Jikook ✔️
Fanfiction"She noticed me, she cared for me, she made me feel loved when I had nothing," Jungkook said, his voice tinged with a raw vulnerability. "Of course she did," Jimin snapped, unable to mask the bitterness in his tone. "I was there, and unfortunately...
