She used to know him. Once.

Before the marriage, before the politics, before he tore her trust apart. There was a time when he was the boy who walked her home at night, who promised her the world. But all of that ended with a single betrayal she could never forgive.

Now, he was her husband.

The room was too quiet when they were alone, the ring heavy on her hand. He wouldn’t look at her at first—just stared out the window, shoulders tense, jaw locked like every word tasted bitter.

Finally, his voice cut through the silence. Low. Controlled. Almost cold enough to burn. “You don’t have to pretend. I know you hate me.”

Her breath caught, anger rising sharp in her chest. “Hate? That’s too soft a word for what you did to me.”

Jungkook flinched, almost too quickly to notice, but recovered, sliding his hands into his pockets like armor. “Good,” he muttered. “Then at least we understand each other.”

No smirk. No satisfaction. Just walls. Walls so tall and heavy they pressed down on both of them, burying whatever had once existed between their hearts.

Enemies by betrayal. Bound by a marriage neither chose. And despite everything, the ache of what they once were still lingered in every silence.