Synopsis:- When your ex become your stepfather , and your mother genuinely love him so do you
a house full of lies, hidden truths begin to surface… and some relationships are far more dangerous than they seem
Pairing :- Jungkook × You , Jungkook ×Han So-young ( your mother)
Warning:- heartbreak , betrayel , mother stepfather kiss , jealousy , angsty , rough language ( porn in further parts)
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Ep: 1 ( Welcome home darling )
The city feels the same The same crowded streets. The same glowing lights. The same memories you tried so hard to forget.
You lean your head against the car window, watching everything pass by in a blur. A year. It’s been a whole year since you left this place… since you left him.
You scoff quietly, shaking your head.
Muttering under your breath, you straighten up. You promised yourself you wouldn’t think about him again. Not after the way things ended. Not after you walked away like it meant nothing. And it did mean nothing… right?
Your fingers tighten slightly over your phone a familiar street passes by. That café your jaw clenches you quickly look away.
“He’s not your problem anymore.”
The car finally stops in front of your mansion.
You step out, adjusting your outfit, your usual confidence slipping back into place like armor. But the moment you walk in—Something feels… off. More staff than usual.Fresh flowers , New decor youur brows furrow.
“Did I miss a wedding or something?”
You mumble, half-joking. A maid standing nearby stiffens. “Ma’am will explain everything, miss.”
Your suspicion deepens. The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor echoes through the hall.
Your mother—Han So-young.
She looks… different. More radiant. More polished. Happier. Almost glowing.
She smiles, pulling you into a hug. You hug her back, but your eyes scan her carefully. New jewelry. Expensive. A softness in her expression you haven’t seen before.
She lets out a small laugh.
“Straight to the point, as always.”
“I have wonderful news for you.”
Something in your chest tightens wonderful news? Why does that sound like a warning?
Footsteps. Slow. Steady. Familiar. Your body freezes before your mind can even process it.
No. It can’t be. You turn around—And your world shatters.
Standing there… is Jeon Jungkook. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. Hair styled neatly,Expression calm ,Cold, Unfamiliar.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat for a second, everything around you disappears all you see is him.
Flashbacks hit you like a storm—His laughter. His arms around you. His voice whispering your name like it meant everything.
No warmth , No softness, Just distance.
Your mother steps beside him, smiling brightly her hand gently wraps around his arm and then she says the words that destroy whatever is left inside you—
Silence. Your ears ring. Husband? Your lips part, but no words come out. This has to be a joke. A sick, twisted joke.
You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.
No one laughs youur smile slowly fades ,he looks at you.
Not the way he used to. Not like you were his world. Just… politely formally like a stranger.
“It’s good to see you again.”
His voice is steady controlled and it hurts more than anything.
Not your name the way he used to say it.
Your heart pounds violently in your chest but you stay silent you don’t say a word because you can’t because if you do— Everything will come crashing down.
Your mother looks between the two of you, completely unaware.
You feel his gaze on you waiting watching.One wrong word… and everything is exposed.Your nails dig into your palm. You force a smile.
“That’s perfect then. You’ll get along well.”
Get along? With him? You feel like laughing. Or screaming. Maybe both. Your eyes flicker back to him. For a split second—
You see it. A crack. A flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Pain? But it’s gone just as quickly.Replaced by that same cold expression.
You turn around before anyone can stop you before you break you walk quickly then faster. Until you reach your room the door slams shut behind you.
And the moment you’re alone—You collapse.Your breathing becomes uneven. Hands shaking. Eyes burning.
A broken whisper leaves your lips. The man you once loved…The man you gave your heart to…
Is now your mother’s husband.
Outside your room— Your mother adjusts his collar gently.
“You’ll get used to her.”
She smiles. He doesn’t respond. His eyes are fixed on your closed door.
And for the first time since you arrived— His expression cracks.
You don’t know how long you stayed on the floor. Minutes… hours… it all feels the same. At some point, you force yourself up. Because this is your house. Because you’re not weak. Because you refuse to let him see you break.
By the time you walk into the dining hall, your face is calm again, perfect, untouchable.Just like before. They’re already there.
Your mother—Han So-young—sitting gracefully at the head of the table. And beside her…Jeon Jungkook Your steps falter for just a second. Just one second. But you recover quickly.
You take your seat across from them. As far as possible.
“Ah, you’re here,” your mother smiles warmly.
“Come, sit. Let’s have dinner together.”
Together. The word feels wrong.
You nod slightly, not trusting your voice. A maid serves the food. Silence settles over the table.Heavy. Suffocating.
Your mother places her hand over his. Casually.Naturally. Like it belongs there.
Your fingers tighten around your fork.
“You should’ve seen him today,” she says, laughing softly. “He refused to eat lunch until I joined him.”
Your stomach twists. You keep your eyes on your plate.
He lets out a small chuckle.
A sound you know too well. A sound that once belonged to you.
His voice is soft. Gentle. The same tone he used when he used to—
Your mother leans closer to him. Too close.
There’s a teasing glint in her eyes. And he doesn’t move away.
Something cracks inside you. You stab your food a little too hard. The sound echoes. Both of them glance at you.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
You shake your head quickly.
Your voice is steady. Too steady. Your eyes lift—And meet his. For a second, everything freezes. There it is again. That flicker. That hesitation. Like he wants to say something. Like he remembers.
But then—Your mother feeds him a bite. And he accepts it. Without hesitation. Your heart drops. You look away instantly. Breathing becomes harder.
“You should eat more,” your mother says, turning to you.
You almost laugh. If only she knew.
Short. Distant. The conversation continues. Mostly her talking. Him responding softly.Like a perfect couple. Like nothing is wrong. Like you never existed.
And the worst part? He’s good at it. Too good.
Your chest tightens with every passing second. Every glance. Every small touch. Every quiet laugh they share. You can’t take it anymore.
You place your fork down.
Your chair scrapes loudly as you stand up.
“Already?” your mother looks surprised. “You barely ate.”
You force a small smile “Not hungry.”
You turn to leave. But then—
His voice stops you“You should eat properly.”
You freeze. That tone. Low. Firm.Familiar.
Slowly, you turn back. Your eyes meet his.
“Since when do you care?”
The words slip out before you can stop them.
A silence falls over the table. Your mother looks confused “What do you mean?”
Your heart starts racing. You almost said too much. You look away quickly“Nothing.”
But the damage is already done The tension is thick
He leans back slightly, eyes still on you Unreadable.
“I’m just saying,” he continues calmly, “it’s not good to skip meals.”
Like a stranger. Like nothing exists between you.
You let out a quiet scoff “Right.”
Without another word, you walk away. This time, no one stops you.
Back in your room— The moment the door closes—
Midnight You walk slowly toward the kitchen, your steps light against the marble floor the lights are already on.
You freeze. Someone’s there and then you see him. Standing near the counter…
Sleeves rolled up. Hair slightly messy. Tie gone. Less polished. More… him. Your breath catches. For a second, neither of you moves.
Then you turn away quickly.
Your voice is cold like earlier never happened.
He doesn’t respond. You can feel his gaze on you. You walk past him, trying to ignore the way your heart starts racing. You grab a glass. Your fingers tremble slightly as you pour water Silence stretches between you.
“You shouldn’t walk around like this at night.”
You let out a small scoff.
“Not everything stays the same.”
Your hand tightens around the glass.
You turn to face him“Yeah. I noticed.”
Unspoken words hanging between you. You take a step forward—
And suddenly—Your foot slips. The glass tilts—
You lose your balance—Before you can fall—A strong arm wraps around your waist.
Pulling you in. You gasp softly. Your hands instinctively grab onto his shirt. And just like that—
You’re too close. Way too close. Your bodies pressed together. His grip firm around your waist. Your breath uneven against his chest.
Time stops. Your eyes slowly lift—Meeting his. So close. Closer than you’ve been in a year. Your heart pounds violently. You can hear it. Feel it.
His gaze drops for a second—
And everything inside you shatters.
It feels like before. Like nothing changed. Like you’re still his. But then—
Reality crashes back. You push him away suddenly. Hard.
“Don’t touch me.” Your voice shakes. Not with anger—But something deeper. He steps back immediately.
Hands raised slightly. Like he’s the one at fault “You were about to fall.”
“So let me fall, You don’t get to act like you care,” you continue, your voice breaking slightly“Not after this.”
His jaw tightens. Something dark flashes in his eyes.
“After what?” he asks quietly.
You laugh bitterly“Seriously?” You take a step closer.
“You marry my mother… and now you’re asking after what?”
There it is. The truth—almost spoken. But still hidden.
The words hit differently.
Hurt flashing across your face.
A painful silence fills the room.
You pick up the glass again.
This time, your hands are steady.
The name feels like a blade.
The way his fists clench.
The way his eyes follow you.
The way he almost calls your name—
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