Jeon Jungkook was thirty-three when his wife told him there was someone else. She didn’t cry. She just said it — quietly, over morning coffee, like reading the weather.

He didn’t ask who.

He already knew.

She’d been distant for months. Laughing too softly at texts, hiding tiredness behind lipstick and early meetings. But he waited. Hoping it would pass. Hoping he was wrong.

She said: “I didn’t mean to. But it happened.”

He didn’t break anything. Didn’t raise his voice. He just nodded, stood up, and said, “Okay.”

They’d been together nine years. Married for five. She was the first person he ever really let in.

Now, he keeps his phone on silent most days. Answers only when it matters. And when someone asks if he’s seeing anyone, he just says, “Not yet,” with a small smile that never quite reaches his eyes.