Forced To Marry The Mafia

Jungkook pt.2

As they rode home, the atmosphere in the car was surprisingly quiet and peaceful. Jungkook, exhausted from the day's events, had dozed off in the passenger seat, leaving me to my own devices.

Spotting his wallet in the car, a mischievous idea formed in my mind. Retrieving it, I discovered a piece of paper tucked inside, containing a list of passwords labeled "In Case I Forget." Chuckling at his predictability, I decided to have a little fun.

Logging onto his accounts online, I proceeded to order almost everything the websites had to offer in Jennie's size, a playful revenge for his earlier antics.

Next, I made a call to his bank, posing as his fiancée. The conversation took an unexpected turn when the teller expressed disbelief at my age.

"Hello, this is Sinwha private banking agency," the man answered.

"Hello," I began, trying to sound confident. "This is Jennie speaking."

"I'm sorry, but that doesn't ring a bell," the man's tone started to waver.

"Oh, silly me! I am Lee Jennie," I laughed, hoping to smooth over the situation.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but there are a lot of Lees in this country. I don't know how you expect me to recognize you," the man said, growing slightly annoyed.

"I am Lee Jennie, the daughter of Lee Ji-un and Lee Hee Ae. Does that ring a bell?" I replied, injecting a note of authority into my voice.

For once, I was proud of my father for having such a reputation that I could use just his name to put people in their place.

"Oh, Miss Lee, to what do I owe this pleasure?" The man's tone changed, showing a newfound respect.

I just rolled my eyes, irritated by the inconvenience. "Well, I am calling on behalf of my fiancé."

"Fiancé?! Miss, I don't mean to intrude, but aren't you like 18?!" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

"Yes, I am, but I don't see what my age has to do with my marital affairs," I retorted, trying to maintain my composure.

"Sorry. May I please know why you are calling?" he asked, slightly flustered.

"My fiancé and I decided to create a joint account, and he wanted to transfer all the money from his account to the new one as soon as possible," I explained, hoping to expedite the process.

"May I please know who your fiancé is?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Kim Jungkook," I replied, bracing myself for his reaction.

The teller choked on his saliva. "Umm, excuse me. Sorry, but WHAT?!"

"Sorry, I sincerely apologize; however, miss, we cannot process this request without his signature," he stammered, clearly flustered by the revelation.

"Why are you making this so hard?" I snapped, frustration creeping into my voice. "Okay, now listen here. I have had enough of this bullshit. I have had the worst day ever, and I need this request to be processed right this instant. If not, I'm marching down to your branch, and I will make sure I blow everyone's heads off one by one. Or do you want me to inform my fiancé of how rude you've been to me?"

"I am so sorry, miss; the request is processing," he quickly assured me, eager to rectify the situation.

"Good. Have a nice day," I replied curtly, ending the call with a sense of satisfaction.

As we pulled up to the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at my little prank on Jungkook. Maxing out his credit card and transferring his money to an account I controlled was just the cherry on top of an eventful day.