Two days passed, and Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong with his husband. Jungkook’s behavior had shifted so drastically that even the smallest actions felt alien. The once-loving husband, who was a doting mother to Jiwoo and Taehee, now seemed almost unrecognizable.
The warmth and care Jungkook had always shown—the bedtime stories he told the children, the way he prepared their chocolate milk, and the gentle touches of reassurance—had disappeared. Taehyung, who prided himself on knowing his husband better than anyone, was left bewildered. The man who now sat across from him at the dining table looked like Jungkook but felt like a stranger.
At breakfast, Taehyung observed him closely. Jungkook—or who he believed to be Jungkook—seemed overly focused on Taehyung, but not in the way his husband usually did. Instead of the tender gaze that carried love and understanding, there was a forced sweetness in his tone, a desperation in his actions.
“I’m done,” Taehyung suddenly declared, pushing his chair back with a sharp scrape. His frustration, which had been building for days, was now boiling over. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled heavily.
Jungkook—Hyejin in his body—looked up with a falsely sweet smile. “Hubby, are you going somewhere?” she asked, tilting her head in a way that might have been endearing if it wasn’t so obviously rehearsed.
Taehyung didn’t answer. He grabbed his car keys from the counter and turned to Jiwoo and Taehee, who were sitting quietly, sensing the tension in the air. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, motioning for them to follow him.
The children hesitated, looking uncertain. “No, Auntie will drop us,” Jiwoo said softly, glancing toward Jungkook-hyejin's body, still believing it was their father.
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. He shot a brief glance at hyejin his expression filled with irritation and disbelief. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Fine,” before storming out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
The real Jungkook, trapped in Hyejin’s body, watched the scene with a heavy heart. Every second spent in this nightmare felt like an eternity. Seeing Taehyung’s growing frustration and confusion only fueled his determination to end this.
After Taehyung left, Hyejin—still in Jungkook’s body—turned to the children with a saccharine smile. “Let’s go, hmm? Mumma will drop you off,” she said, her voice dripping with fake affection.
But Jungkook couldn’t let her continue this charade. “Leave it, kookie,” he said sharply, his voice trembling with anger. “I’ll drop your children at kindergarten.”
Hyejin—Jungkook’s body—turned to him with a mocking smirk. “My children? Oh” she teased, her voice laced with condescension. “They’re mine now. I can drop them at kindergarten you know?”
Jungkook’s fists clenched as his eyes burned with fury. He took a step closer, his stance commanding despite the fragile body he was trapped in. “No, Kookie,” he said coldly, the venom in his tone cutting through the air. “I’ll drop them myself. You, on the other hand, should start preparing for what’s coming next.”
His words were a deliberate threat, a promise that Hyejin’s reign over his life was nearing its end. Hyejin’s smug expression faltered for a split second, the cracks in her confidence showing.
Jungkook turned to Jiwoo and Taehee, his gaze softening as he held out his hand. “Come on, kids. Let’s go,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
As he led the children out, his mind raced. He had to act quickly. Taehyung’s growing doubts were a small blessing, but they wouldn’t be enough. He needed concrete proof, a way to expose Hyejin and reclaim his life.
