The earth had long forgotten the color green.

Under the scorching summer sun, cracked fields stretched as far as the eye could see.

Rivers had dried into winding scars across the land, and famine had turned every village into a place where people fought over a single bowl of porridge.

Kim Taehyung slowly opened his eyes.

"...Where am I?"

The last thing he remembered was working late at the hospital before a truck's blinding headlights swallowed his vision.

Now he was lying on a hard wooden bed inside a shabby mud house.

Before he could understand what was happening, countless memories flooded his mind.

The original owner of this body was also named Kim Taehyung.

An eighteen-year-old ger who lived in a small famine-stricken village.

His father had died years ago, leaving behind only his timid mother, a cruel grandmother, and an older brother who was treated like the family's treasure.

Taehyung pressed a hand against his aching forehead.

"So... I really transmigrated."

He had even read this kind of novel before.

Unfortunately...

He hadn't become the protagonist.

He had become the cannon fodder.

According to the memories, within three months the original Taehyung would be secretly sold to a brothel after his usefulness to the family ended.

His miserable life would end before he even turned nineteen.

Taehyung slowly sat up, his eyes becoming calm.

"No."

"I didn't survive one life just to die in another."

His medical knowledge, martial arts training, survival skills, farming techniques, and business experience from the modern world were still with him.

If he planned carefully...

He could change his fate.

Just then—

"Mother! Grandma! I already said I won't marry!"

A loud shout came from outside.

Taehyung quietly walked to the thin wooden door.

His older brother stood in the courtyard with an ugly expression.

"The Jeon family is poor! Why should I marry into a family that can't even eat their fill?"

The grandmother frowned.

"They're still decent people."

"I don't care! I'd rather starve than marry a fool."

Taehyung's eyes narrowed.

A fool?

Searching the original owner's memories, he remembered.

The neighboring Jeon family wanted a spouse for their youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.

People said Jungkook had gone to war years ago.

When he returned, he had become foolish.

He laughed at nothing, forgot everything, and acted like a child.

No respectable family wanted to marry him.

"So let Taehyung go!" his brother suddenly shouted.

"He always obeys anyway."

The timid mother lowered her head without saying a word.

The grandmother looked toward Taehyung.

Her wrinkled face showed no affection.

Only calculation.

Before either woman could speak, Taehyung smiled.

"I'll go."

Silence fell over the courtyard.

His mother looked up in shock.

"T-Taehyung..."

His brother's face immediately brightened.

"See? Even he agreed."

Taehyung ignored him.

Unlike these people, he knew the future.

If he stayed...

Within months, his grandmother would secretly sell him to a brothel for a much higher price.

Compared to that fate...

Marrying into a poor but honest family was infinitely better.

Besides...

He could already think of dozens of ways to earn food during the famine.

This marriage wasn't a disaster.

It was his opportunity.

His grandmother nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. The wedding is tomorrow."

Not once did she ask whether he was willing.

Taehyung simply lowered his eyes, hiding the coldness within them.

Enjoy your favoritism while you can.

One day, you'll regret choosing the wrong grandson.

The next morning, a simple ox cart stopped outside the house.

There were no drums.

No celebration.

No wedding procession.

Only a poor couple wearing patched clothes.

Jungkook's parents.

Instead of looking down on Taehyung, they smiled warmly.

"You've had a hard life," Jungkook's mother said softly as she held Taehyung's hands.

"From today onward, you're our family."

For a brief moment...

Taehyung was stunned.

No one had ever welcomed him so gently.

The ox cart slowly rolled toward the neighboring village.

When they arrived, Taehyung saw a small courtyard surrounded by old wooden fences.

Poor.

Simple.

But clean.

The front door suddenly burst open.

A tall young man ran out barefoot.

His clothes were slightly crooked, one sleeve hanging loose.

He clapped happily when he saw Taehyung.

"Wife!"

Without waiting for permission, he rushed over, grabbed Taehyung's sleeve, and grinned foolishly.

"Wife is so pretty!"

Then he proudly held up a small wildflower with missing petals.

"I picked this for Wife!"

The Jeon family sighed helplessly.

"There he goes again..."

Taehyung looked at the man before him.

Jeon Jungkook.

The village fool.

Jungkook giggled to himself, completely unconcerned as he tucked the tiny flower behind Taehyung's ear.

"There."

"Wife prettier now."

Looking into those innocent-looking eyes, Taehyung sighed inwardly.

"It seems... taking care of this fool will be harder than surviving the famine."

Little did he know...

This foolish husband would one day become the greatest secret hidden beneath the heavens.

The moment Jungkook saw Taehyung, his eyes lit up like a child finding a precious toy.

"Wife!"

He laughed loudly, waving both hands before running across the small courtyard. His steps were clumsy, and halfway there, he stumbled over a stone and fell flat on his face.

"Ah!"

Everyone sighed.

"There he goes again..."

Jungkook's eldest brother pinched the bridge of his nose while his second brother shook his head helplessly.

Taehyung instinctively stepped forward and helped him up.

"Are you hurt?"

Jungkook blinked, then grinned foolishly.

"Hehe... Wife caught me!"

Without warning, he hugged Taehyung tightly.

"So soft..."

Taehyung froze.

Even Jungkook's parents looked embarrassed.

"Jungkook!" his mother scolded gently. "Don't cling to your wife like that."

"But Wife smells nice."

He buried his face against Taehyung's shoulder like an oversized puppy.

Taehyung didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He's really... a fool.

There wasn't even a trace of intelligence in Jungkook's eyes.

He giggled at butterflies.

He tried counting chickens but forgot after reaching three.

When a little child from the neighboring house waved at him, Jungkook happily waved back for nearly five minutes until the child ran away.

Exactly as the rumors described.

"Come inside."

Jungkook's mother smiled kindly.

"Our house isn't much, but from today onward, this is your home."

Taehyung quietly nodded.

The house was old.

The walls were cracked.

The grain jar in the corner was almost empty.

Even before checking the kitchen, Taehyung could tell they had food for no more than five or six days.

The famine had spared no one.

Still...

The atmosphere here was completely different from his previous home.

No one glared at him.

No one called him useless.

That evening, everyone gathered around a small wooden table.

Dinner consisted of thin millet porridge mixed with wild vegetables.

The eldest sister-in-law apologized awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Third Brother-in-law. We can't offer anything better."

Taehyung smiled faintly.

"This is enough."

Compared to his former family, where the best food always went to his brother while he received leftovers...

This meal already felt warm.

Jungkook suddenly scooped half of his own porridge into Taehyung's bowl.

"Wife eat!"

His mother frowned.

"Kookie, that's your dinner."

Jungkook pouted.

"Wife skinny."

"But you'll be hungry."

Jungkook merely giggled.

"I can catch rabbits tomorrow."

Everyone knew he couldn't.

He had never caught anything.

Yet no one argued further.

Taehyung looked at the extra porridge before quietly accepting it.

"...Thank you."

Jungkook smiled so brightly that it seemed the gloomy house became warmer.

After dinner, Taehyung couldn't sleep.

Instead, he walked around the courtyard.

The moon hung high above the dry land.

His eyes swept across the neglected vegetable patch.

The soil was hard.

But not dead.

If I loosen the earth... make compost... dig a deeper irrigation trench...

With his knowledge from the modern world, this land could still produce food.

Perhaps not immediately.

But within a month...

The Jeon family wouldn't have to starve.

As he was thinking, footsteps approached.

He turned around.

Jungkook.

The man carried a torn blanket over his shoulder.

"Wife!"

He happily draped it around Taehyung.

"Cold."

Taehyung blinked.

"What about you?"

Jungkook scratched his head and laughed.

"I warm."

His answer was so simple that Taehyung couldn't help smiling.

"...You're strange."

"Hehe."

Jungkook suddenly reached into his sleeve.

After searching for a while, he proudly took out something.

A tiny wildflower.

Its petals were already slightly crushed.

"Wife."

He carefully tucked it behind Taehyung's ear.

"Pretty."

Taehyung touched the flower unconsciously.

No expensive jewelry.

No rare treasure.

Just an ordinary flower picked from the roadside.

Yet...

No one had ever given him something so sincerely.

His heart softened.

"Thank you."

Jungkook clapped happily.

"Wife smiled!"

He spun around twice in excitement before running back into the house, nearly tripping over the doorstep again.

Taehyung watched his retreating figure and chuckled.

Maybe...

Marrying into this poor family wasn't a bad choice after all.

He didn't notice that, hidden behind the kitchen window, Jungkook's mother smiled at the scene with moist eyes.

"Our Kookie..." she whispered.

"He finally has someone to care for."

Far away, in another village, Taehyung's older brother sat comfortably eating the last piece of steamed bun.

He sneered as he imagined Taehyung living with the village fool.

"What a pathetic life."

He had no idea...

That the brother he looked down upon had just stepped onto a path that would one day shake the entire kingdom.

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The news of the eldest daughter-in-law's pregnancy spread throughout the neighboring village before noon.

For four years, she had been unable to conceive.

Many people had mocked her behind her back, saying the Jeon family would never have descendants.

Now, only two days after Taehyung entered the Jeon household, she was carrying a child.

Some called it coincidence.

Others called it Heaven's blessing.

Only Taehyung smiled helplessly whenever someone praised him.

He knew luck alone couldn't make someone pregnant overnight.

Still...

He couldn't explain why strange things kept happening around him.

"Wife!"

Jungkook's cheerful voice echoed through the courtyard.

Taehyung looked up from washing vegetables.

Jungkook was running toward him with a bamboo basket on his back.

His hair was messy.

One shoe was missing.

His sleeves were rolled unevenly.

Behind him, Father Jeon shouted helplessly.

"Kookie! Where's your other shoe?"

Jungkook looked down at his bare foot.

"Huh?"

He blinked in confusion before scratching his head.

"I forgot."

The whole family burst into laughter.

Taehyung couldn't stop himself from smiling.

His husband...

Was truly hopeless.

Jungkook proudly placed the basket in front of Taehyung.

"Wife!"

"I picked presents!"

Taehyung looked inside.

Wild vegetables.

Several mushrooms.

Fresh herbs.

Even a handful of sweet berries.

His eyes widened.

These were exactly the edible plants that usually grew deep in the mountains.

"You found these?"

Jungkook nodded proudly.

"I wanted Wife to eat yummy food."

Mother Jeon smiled warmly.

"Our Kookie must have gotten lucky today."

No one questioned it further.

Only Taehyung frowned slightly.

The mountains nearby had already been searched countless times because of the famine.

Finding this much fresh food in one morning should have been impossible.

Yet...

Everyone believed Jungkook had simply gotten lucky.

After lunch, Taehyung began sorting the herbs.

His medical knowledge told him many of them could be dried and used as medicine.

Some could even stop fevers.

As he worked, he heard footsteps.

The second sister-in-law.

She smiled sweetly.

"Third Brother-in-law."

Taehyung looked up politely.

"Sister-in-law."

"I heard you're quite knowledgeable."

"Only a little."

She nodded before leaving.

But her thoughts echoed clearly inside his mind.

"Everyone keeps talking about him."

"Mother even smiled more today."

"If this continues... won't he become Mother's favorite?"

Taehyung sighed inwardly.

Her jealousy was growing.

He decided it would be better to keep a lower profile.

That afternoon, Father Jeon called everyone into the courtyard.

"Our grain won't last another ten days."

Silence fell.

Everyone knew it.

No one had a solution.

Taehyung looked toward the abandoned field behind the house.

"...Father."

Everyone turned toward him.

"If you trust me..."

"I think I can grow vegetables."

His eldest brother looked surprised.

"In this weather?"

Taehyung nodded.

"I'd like to try."

Father Jeon hesitated.

The land had been barren for years.

Still...

Looking at his youngest daughter-in-law's calm expression, he slowly nodded.

"Then we'll try."

Before Taehyung could continue speaking, someone grabbed his sleeve.

"Wife!"

Jungkook had somehow appeared beside him again.

"Wife hungry?"

"...No."

"Wife thirsty?"

"No."

"Wife tired?"

Taehyung chuckled.

"I'm fine."

Jungkook smiled brightly before taking Taehyung's hand.

"Then Wife come play!"

Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook happily dragged Taehyung around the courtyard.

The family watched the scene with helpless smiles.

"Our Kookie really likes his wife."

Mother Jeon laughed softly.

"I've never seen him this attached to anyone."

Even Father Jeon nodded in agreement.

"It's a good thing."

Taehyung looked at the tall man happily swinging their joined hands.

He really was like a child.

Simple.

Pure.

Without a single evil thought.

For someone who could hear people's hidden intentions...

Being beside Jungkook was strangely peaceful.

His husband's mind was as clear as spring water.

There was only happiness.

Only warmth.

Only one repeated thought.

"Wife."

"My Wife."

"Must protect Wife."

Taehyung's cheeks warmed slightly.

"...You're too clingy."

Jungkook tilted his head.

"Clingy?"

"Mm."

Jungkook thought seriously for a moment before smiling again.

"I like clingy!"

Then he hugged Taehyung's arm tightly.

"I won't let Wife go!"

The entire courtyard filled with laughter once more.

No one noticed...

At the village entrance, a pair of cold eyes silently watched the happy family.

Taehyung's older brother.

He had secretly followed them.

Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces...

Seeing Jungkook treating Taehyung like a precious treasure...

His expression darkened.

"Why..."

"Why is he living better than me?"

Jealousy quietly took root in his heart.

And it would only continue to grow.