Everyone knows Jeon Jungkook.

The billionaire CEO.

The untouchable businessman.

The man whose face is on magazine covers and whose name makes headlines.

And, according to the entire world, he's single.

They're wrong.

For two years, Jungkook has been secretly married to YN—the daughter of his father's oldest business partner.

Their families know. Their closest friends know.

The world doesn't.

Not because Jungkook is ashamed of her.

Quite the opposite.

His fame comes with obsessive attention, relentless cameras, and enemies who would see his wife as the easiest way to hurt him. So in public, YN is simply the business partner's daughter.

No touching.

No stolen looks that last too long.

Sometimes, not even a glance.

But behind the doors of their home?

The country's most intimidating CEO becomes nothing more than YN's husband.

The man who comes home, drops his briefcase, loosens his tie, and looks for her before doing anything else.

The man who secretly leaves his hoodies where he knows she'll steal them.

The man who remembers exactly how she likes her coffee.

And after the longest days, he'll lie down with his head in her lap while she talks endlessly about absolutely everything that happened that day.

He doesn't even need to respond.

He just listens.

Sometimes with his eyes closed, sometimes fighting a smile because she has been talking for fifteen minutes straight.

Until she suddenly stops.

"Are you even listening?"

Jungkook opens one eye.

"Every word."

"What did I just say?"

A tiny smirk.

"Something about your friend, your coffee, and how you apparently hate the entire world today."

And somehow, that's enough to make her laugh.

Because this is the Jungkook nobody knows.

The one who doesn't need the cameras, the money, or the empire when he has her.

Until one night, after an exhausting day, he comes home expecting to find YN waiting for him.

Instead, he finds her asleep on the couch in his hoodie, a book forgotten against her chest.

He stops.

The man who can command an entire boardroom without hesitation simply stands there, staring at his wife like she's the most precious thing he's ever seen.

He quietly sets everything down and crouches beside her.

"I spend all day surrounded by people who want something from me..."

His fingers gently move a strand of hair away from her face.

"And somehow, coming home to you is still the only thing I look forward to."

But the next night, everything changes.

At a glamorous corporate gala, YN watches another woman stand far too close to her husband.

She smiles politely.

Pretends it doesn't hurt.

And walks away.

Jungkook notices.

Of course he does.

He follows her into a quiet hallway, away from the cameras.

"YN."

She doesn't turn around.

"I'm fine."

"You're not."

Silence.

Then she finally looks at him.

"Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky..."

Jungkook's expression softens.

"That's funny."

"Why?"

He steps closer, his voice dropping.

"Because I'm the one who's been wondering that for the last two years."

For a moment, neither of them speaks.

Then footsteps echo from the ballroom.

Someone is coming.

Jungkook glances toward the sound before looking back at his wife.

He reaches for her hand.

"Tell me what you need from me."

His thumb brushes gently over her knuckles.

"Because tonight, I'm done pretending you're a stranger."

The ballroom doors open behind them.

Cameras flash.

And Jungkook is still holding her hand.