His Cold Wife

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Y/N's POV

Seeing him first in the morning feels so good.

His face that's so angelic. His slightly parted lips. His closed eyes. His soft messy hair.

Waking up in the morning and seeing this perfect human beside me first, would surely be my morning routine from now on.

It was all perfect.

Finally i get to experience this. I dreamed this before.

Finally...

Right!! I'm supposed to be taking a bath now and get ready but i can't.

His hand were clatching my shirt. So how am i supposed to leave? I can't just be like 'hey wake up, i need to get ready.'

He woke up in the middle of the night so he need to sleep more. I slept late too but i don't mind it. For me, his health is more important here more than mine.

So i waited for some more minutes.

While just staring at the ceiling, i felt him moved so i looked at him to only find him staring back too.

Y/N: "now that you're finally awake, will you let me stand up and get ready?" I asked.

Confussion was written on his face. I lifted up my arm to show my sleeve that he is clatching.

Jungkook: "o-ohh." He then removed his hand.

Y/N: "you can take a bath to the room you chose to stay in. After getting ready, go down for breakfast." I said as i stood up.

"Also, dress nicely."

Jungkook: "where are we going? Let me know so that i know what kind of outfit i'll wear." He confusedly asked with his morning voice.

Fuck that husky voice of yours Jeon Jungkook!! You are making me go crazy.

Y/N: "company. Just wear something you are comfortable with." I said and went straight to the bathroom.

.....

I'm now waiting at the dinning table for him.

I wear this one 'cause this type of style is my mostly outfit when it comes to office.

While sipping my coffee, Jungkook finally came in as i almost spit the coffee i'm about to swallow.