My Chubby Wife (S4)
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Rain lashed against the windshield of the black Maybach, washing the world outside in shades of grey. The storm had swallowed the sky whole, thunder rumbling low like a warning growl. Inside the car, silence reigned. Cold. Tense. Final.
The vehicle pulled to a sudden stop on the deserted roadside, tires screeching faintly before halting.
A tall figure stepped out, shielded by a sleek umbrella held by the driver. His name— 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 .The youngest president in South Korea’s corporate history, heir to the Jeon dynasty, and pure-blood alpha with every inch sculpted for perfection. Clad in an obsidian black suit, his expression was as sharp as the rain slicing through the wind.
Jungkook walked to the rear passenger side and yanked the door open with such force it startled the small, trembling figure inside.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Get. Out.”
The voice was calm. Too calm. Like a blade just before it cuts.
Inside sat 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 , an omega—and not the kind that Jungkook’s world accepted. Chubby. Round-cheeked. Teary-eyed. Dressed in an oversized hoodie soaked with tears and rain, he looked up at the alpha he once called his mate.
He didn’t move. His arms wrapped instinctively around his belly—three months swollen. The small life inside kicked lightly, as if sensing the danger outside.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Tae,” Jungkook snapped
Jeon jungkook /young age
“I said get out.”
Taehyung’s hands trembled.
kim taehyung/young age
“Please,” he whispered, voice breaking,
kim taehyung/young age
“please don’t do this. Jungkook… this pup, it’s yours.”
A sound that shattered everything.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Don’t insult me. You think I’m a fool? That I wouldn’t recognize a trap when I see it? You planned this. You let it happen.”
kim taehyung/young age
“No! It wasn’t like that,” Taehyung cried, eyes glassy.
kim taehyung/young age
“You—You said you liked me that night, you held me, you—”
Jeon jungkook /young age
“That was a mistake,” Jungkook spat.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“I was drunk. Stupid. You were just convenient. But now? Now you're nothing but a burden.”
The words slammed into Taehyung’s chest like knives.
Before he could react, Jungkook reached in and grabbed his arm roughly, yanking him out. Taehyung stumbled, knees hitting the wet asphalt. The rain immediately soaked through his clothes. He gasped as the cold bit into his skin.
His hoodie clung to his form—round belly visible now. He reached for Jungkook's wrist again, desperate.
kim taehyung/young age
“Please don’t do this. Jungkook, you’re my mate. You marked me. Don’t you feel it—this bond? I’ve loved you since—since high school.”
Jungkook’s eyes didn’t soften.
Instead, he pulled a thick envelope from his coat pocket and threw it into the mud.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Take the money. Disappear. And get rid of that child. You’re not fit to be the mother of a Jeon.”
He looked down at the check. Then up at the man he once thought was his destiny.
The rain drowned out his cries.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“This baby…” he whispered, barely able to breathe,
Jeon jungkook /young age
“isn’t something I planned. It’s not some scheme. He’s part of me. Part of you.”
Jungkook said nothing. His face remained expressionless, rain trailing down his sculpted jaw.
Leaving Taehyung on the roadside, alone.
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ep 1
There was a time the world was warmer.
𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 ,five years ago. Taehyung, just a poor omega scholarship student, often ridiculed for his weight and quiet nature. The school halls echoed with laughter, but rarely for him.
A book slipped from his hand in the library.
And a senior—the Jeon Jungkook—bent down to help him pick it up.
That one smile lit Taehyung’s world for years. That moment had meant everything. He followed Jungkook to university, hoping silently, secretly, that fate would give them a real chance.
They did share one night.
One tender, stolen night.
Taehyung curled up on the roadside, hands shielding his stomach.
He sobbed into the storm.
But for the innocent life growing inside.
kim taehyung/young age
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “Even if your father won’t… I will.”
His fingers brushed the check lying in the mud.
A reminder of the world he was now leaving behind.
kim taehyung/young age
“One day, Jungkook,” he murmured standing despite his shaking legs.
kim taehyung/young age
You’ll regret this.”
Taehyung turned toward the darkness, clutching his belly and dragging his feet forward—no home, no name, no support.
But he had something stronger.
The skies over Seoul were dark again, a faint drizzle painting the Jeon Mansion windows in dull silver. Inside the estate, everything gleamed in muted luxury—from the high-polished floors to the golden chandeliers that glittered softly above. Yet the atmosphere was tight. Tense.
Jeon Namjoon, president of Jeon Group and one of the most powerful men in Asia, stood in the grand drawing room beside his husband, Jeon Seokjin. Seokjin, refined and composed as ever, had just returned from a faculty inspection at the business university he owned. Both were awaiting the arrival of their only son and his omega spouse.
But the door swung open... and only Jeon Jungkook walked in—alone.
Drenched from the rain, dressed in a jet-black three-piece suit, his sharp jaw was clenched tight, eyes colder than ever. The soft, swollen warmth that usually followed a bonded omega was absent.
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin blinked. “Where’s Taehyung?”
Namjoon asked more sharply,
Jeon namjoon
“Jungkook… answer your mother.”
But Jungkook didn’t say a single word.
He simply unbuttoned his coat, tossed it onto a maid’s arms, and headed up the staircase in long, determined strides. His silence was heavier than any answer. The ornate clock ticked loudly in the silence he left behind.
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “He did something.”
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin turned slowly, troubled. “He was already against the bond. I knew he’d act out. But this…”
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t normal coldness. This is something else.”
Minutes later, they heard hurried footsteps again. Jungkook descended the stairs—freshly dressed in his business travel suit, tie sharp, jaw sharper. Behind him, his assistant Yeonjun nearly stumbled trying to keep up, tablet in one hand, files in the other.
choi yeonjun
“President Jeon, your flight departs in an hour—”
Jeon jungkook /young age
“I know,” Jungkook cut him off with a snap.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Luggage?”
choi yeonjun
“Being loaded now, sir.”
Two guards carried out the expensive suitcases. Maids ran after with a bag of files and travel kits.
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin stepped forward. “You’re going to Tokyo? Now?”
Jeon jungkook /young age
Jungkook adjusted his sleeve cuff. “There’s a summit with our Japanese investors. I’ll be gone a week.”
Jeon namjoon
“And Taehyung?” Namjoon asked, voice calm but steely.
Jungkook paused, glanced at his father—but didn’t speak. He simply walked out the door.
Namjoon stared at his son’s retreating back with clenched fists.
As soon as the car pulled out of the estate driveway, Namjoon turned to one of his personal assistants nearby.
Jeon namjoon
“Find Kim Taehyung. Quietly. I want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and if he’s safe. Keep eyes on him. Around the clock. No one—no one—is to harm him. Do you understand?”
The assistant bowed low. “Yes, Chairman Jeon. I’ll begin immediately.”
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon exhaled deeply. “He’s still carrying Jeon blood.”
ep 2
A Small Café, Seoul Outskirts
Rain lashed against the tin roof of a worn-out little café near a quiet neighborhood street. Inside, Kim Taehyung, now three months pregnant, sat behind the counter—wiping plates, polishing cups, and forcing himself not to cry as his back ached and nausea came in waves.
The café owner, Mrs. Kang, an elderly woman in her late 60s with a tough exterior and kind heart, watched him silently. She’d taken him in after seeing him collapsed outside her shop weeks ago.
“You need to eat something,” she finally said, placing a hot bowl of soup in front of him.
kim taehyung/young age
Taehyung shook his head. “Not until I finish wiping all the shelves.”
“You’re barely standing.”
kim taehyung/young age
“I’ll earn it,” he whispered. “I don’t want handouts.”
Mrs. Kang’s eyes softened. Prideful, polite, hardworking. A rare kind of omega. She remembered watching him tremble in the cold, refusing even a blanket until he helped clean her porch first.
She walked over and gently tugged the rag from his hand. “Then work smarter. Eat. Rest. You can do more if you stay on your feet longer.”
kim taehyung/young age
Taehyung’s lips trembled. “Thank you.”
For the next few months, he worked tirelessly. Cleaning during the day, helping cook at night. Slowly, his figure became heavier—rounder from pregnancy. The fatigue weighed on him, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed.
What Taehyung didn’t know, however, was that his every step was being watched.
Across the street, in an old black van with tinted windows, a man sat quietly with binoculars. Jeon Namjoon’s personal agent. He logged every shift, every delivery, every odd stare Taehyung received from customers or passersby.
Taehyung thought he was alone. But someone was always watching.
He thought Jungkook had cut him off completely.
But Namjoon made a vow to protect him—even if his own son failed to.
It was well past midnight, and the streets outside the little café were silent except for the occasional hiss of wind and the hum of passing cars.
Inside the café, dim yellow lights cast long shadows. Kim Taehyung was wiping the last of the tables, sweat clinging to his brow, his breathing heavier than usual. His swollen belly trembled beneath the oversized apron tied around his waist. Nine months. Any moment now.
kim taehyung/young age
He placed a hand gently over his bump, whispering softly, “Just a little more… baby. eomma’s working hard for you.”
But as he turned to put the cloth away—pain ripped through his abdomen.
His knees buckled. The rag slipped from his fingers. A loud gasp escaped him.
And then—a warm gush of liquid soaked his pants and the floor beneath him.
kim taehyung/young age
“Mrs. Kang!” he screamed, his voice trembling in panic.
kim taehyung/young age
“It’s time!”
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