Taehyung.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook, preparing the living room for the party with his friend Jimin, was trying his best to at least pretend he cared. It was his wife's birthday today, but frankly, he couldn't care less about the occasion or her. For the first couple of years of marriage, he'd genuinely felt feelings for her, but now everything had been reduced to the usual, dull routine. What can you talk about with someone when you haven't even kissed in six months? Nothing. He didn't even have warm feelings for Jesse anymore.

“I’m so tired, Chim,” Jungkook exhaled and plopped down on the sofa, exhausted, right in the middle of the half-assembled decorations.

"I don't love her..." He bit his lip, then covered his face with his hands, trying to formulate what had been swirling around in his head for a long time, unable to contain it any longer. "And lately I've started thinking... I think I like Taehyung. You know, if I had the chance, I'd cheat on her with him. Without a second thought."

Jimin froze with the device in his hands, opened his mouth to answer, to console his friend or, on the contrary, to call him to reason, to give advice, but then a distinct cough was heard from the corridor.
Jungkook winced and looked up.

Taehyung stood in the doorway. And next to him, a frozen Jessie, looking at her husband as if she were seeing him for the first time. And she couldn't believe her ears.

“It seems like we’re just in time,” Taehyung said with a grin, walking into the living room.