My Sister's Husband | Jikook ✔️

Chapter 34

Jimin gently shook Jungkook awake. "Hey, Kookie, time to get up," he whispered softly.

Jungkook stirred, opening his eyes slowly. "Morning already?" he mumbled.

Jimin smiled. "Yeah, it's morning. Go take a bath, and I'll make us some breakfast."

Jungkook nodded sleepily and made his way to the bathroom while Jimin headed to the kitchen. As he cooked, he couldn't stop thinking about the confrontation he planned with Iseul. It was going to be difficult, but it had to be done.

Once breakfast was ready, Jimin set the table just as Jungkook came out of the bathroom, looking more awake and refreshed. They ate together in comfortable silence, the food giving them the energy they needed to start the day.

After they finished eating, Jimin looked at Jungkook. "Kookie, you should get to work. Taehyung will pick you up in a bit."

Jungkook frowned slightly. "Taehyung? But I thought—"

Jimin cut him off gently, smiling reassuringly. "It's fine, really. I have some errands to run today, so it's better this way."

Jungkook hesitated but then nodded, trusting Jimin. "Okay. I'll see you later then."

Jungkook grabbed his things and left, while Jimin watched him go, feeling a pang of guilt for lying. But he knew this was something he needed to do alone.

As soon as Jungkook was out of sight, Jimin grabbed his own coat and headed out the door, making his way to the Marriott Hotel where Iseul was staying.

He arrived at the hotel, his heart pounding. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the lobby and approached the front desk. "Excuse me, I need to speak with a guest. Jeon Iseul. Can you tell me her room number?"

The receptionist checked the records and nodded. "Room 712. Do you need me to call her for you?"

Jimin shook his head. "No, thank you. I can handle it."

He made his way to the elevator, his mind racing. This was it. He was finally going to confront his sister and put an end to her manipulative ways. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, but soon he was standing in front of her door.

Taking another deep breath, he knocked firmly. Jimin's heart pounded as he stood in front of Iseul's hotel room door. When she opened it, her smile was sweet but empty, a stark contrast to the anger boiling inside him.

"Oppa," she greeted, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "What brings you here so early?"

Jimin's jaw tightened, his voice tense. "Cut the act, Iseul. We both know what you've done. What's your plan with Jungkook?"

Iseul's smile widened into a mocking laugh. "My plan with Jungkook? Oh, oppa, you're so naive. There is no plan. Jungkook was just a means to an end. He has money, and I used it. Simple as that."

Jimin's fists clenched at her callousness. "How could you do this to him? He loved you, Iseul. He trusted you."

Iseul rolled her eyes, bored by his emotional plea. "Oh, please. Don't be so dramatic. Love? Trust? Those are just words, oppa. They don't mean anything in the real world. Money and power are what matter."

Jimin's anger flared. "So that's it? You used him for his money and now you're done with him?"

Iseul shrugged nonchalantly. "Pretty much. Now that I've got what I wanted, there's no point in keeping up the charade. Besides, I never really cared about him. He was just... convenient."

Jimin's voice shook with fury and protectiveness. "You can't keep doing this, Iseul. You can't keep hurting people for your own gain."

She laughed again, a sharp, bitter sound. "Watch me, oppa. People like you and Jungkook are so easy to manipulate. Always so trusting, always so eager to see the good in everyone. It's pathetic, really."

Jimin stepped closer, his voice rising. "This ends now, Iseul. I won't let you hurt Jungkook anymore."

Iseul raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And what are you going to do about it? Run to mom and dad? They always take my side, you know that. You're wasting your time, oppa."

Jimin's eyes hardened with determination. "We'll see about that. I might have covered for you in the past, but this time, you're on your own."

Iseul's expression turned smug. "Oh, and by the way, now Yoongi and I are together now, I'm considering to divorce Jungkook soon. Yoongi might not have as much money as Jungkook, but he has potential. I see no reason to stop enjoying myself."

Jimin's anger exploded. "Are you planning to use Yoongi too? Are you going to destroy him the way you did Jungkook?"

Iseul shrugged, unfazed. "Maybe. If it benefits me."

Jimin's voice was almost a roar. "You're unbelievable. Do you have any idea how much damage you cause? How many lives you ruin?"

Iseul's eyes glinted with amusement. "It's not my fault if people are stupid enough to fall for it."

Jimin took a deep breath, his anger turning into furiousness. "This is it, Iseul. I'm done covering for you. You’ve gone too far this time."

He turned and walked away, leaving Iseul standing in the doorway, still smirking. As he made his way back to the elevator, Jimin felt a mix of anger, sadness, and resentmenr.

This was far from over, but he was ready to fight for Jungkook and for himself. He needs to reconnect with Sunjae, he can't let Iseul get more money from Jungkook from the divorce.

Meanwhile, at the company, Jungkook stepped out of the elevator and made his way to his studio. As he walked down the hallway, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Hoseok.

"Hey, hyung," Jungkook answered, trying to sound casual despite the lingering thoughts of Jimin and Iseul.

"Jungkook, I need to talk to you," Hoseok's voice was urgent. "I've been noticing something off about Namjoon lately."

Jungkook frowned, his pace slowing. "Off how?"

"He's been avoiding my calls, not showing up to our usual hangouts, and when I do see him, he seems distant, like he's hiding something. I'm really worried."

Jungkook's concern deepened. Namjoon was Hoseok's cousin and someone they both cared about deeply as Namjoon was the one who revealed that it was his wife's decision to quit her job. "Did he say anything to you about it?"

"No, he just keeps giving vague excuses about being busy with work, but I know something's up. He’s never been this secretive."

Jungkook's mind raced. "Do you think it's serious?"

Hoseok sighed. "I don't know, but it doesn't feel right. We need to figure out what's going on before it gets worse."

Jungkook nodded, even though Hoseok couldn't see him. "Okay, let's meet during lunch and go over everything you found. We need to help him."

"Agreed. I'll see you then."

Jungkook hung up, his thoughts now split between the mess with Iseul and this new concern about Namjoon. He made his way to his studio. As he sat down at his desk, he couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated.

Meanwhile, Hoseok paced in the dance studio, replaying the past few weeks in his mind. Namjoon had been acting strangely, avoiding calls, and often disappearing for hours without explanation. Whenever Hoseok tried to reach out, Namjoon would either not pick up or give vague excuses about being busy.

"Something's definitely up," Hoseok muttered to himself. He remembered their last conversation where Namjoon had seemed distracted, barely paying attention to what was being said. Hoseok had brushed it off at first, thinking his cousin was just stressed from work, but now he wasn't so sure.

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Hoseok had started to pay closer attention to Namjoon's behavior. The more he observed, the more concerned he became. Namjoon had always been an open book with him, so this sudden change was alarming.

"I just hope we can get through to him before it's too late," Hoseok thought, dialing Jungkook's number again to fill him in on the latest developments. As the phone rang, he prayed that whatever Namjoon was hiding, they could find a way to help him out of it.