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the sizziling of the oil was heard in the kitchen, eggs cooking in the pan laid on the stove. you walked around the kitchen in your fluffy slippers, trying to find a wooden spoon to take the eeg which was now cooked. 

as soon as your eyes were set on the spoon, you grabbed the spoon without a thought and made your way to the pan. staring at the pan with an intense stare, you waited for a spilt second before grabbing the pan and taking the egg off the pan.

you placed the egg in a plate next to the pan, satisfied with the result. now all you had to do was cook some sausages and make two toasts. then, breakfast will be complete.

your future actions were stopped however, when two sudden hands slid to your hips, holding them tight as your back made contact with a chest. you let out a small gasp as your mind acknowledged who it was.

within a second, that person laid their chin on your head, groaing slightly. you giggled when you know who it was.

"awe, is my baby still tired?" you asked as you placed your hands on his, feeling his rough ones. "no shit sherlock. it freaking 5 in the morning and i have to go to work, leaving my precious wife behind? it feels like thursday is being an absoulte bitch right now."

you let out a small laughter hearing your husband's rant, before trying to remove yourself out of his grip. he stared at you, slightly confused, before his grip on you tightened.

"what are you doing?" confusion laced with his words. you shook your head before tilting your head to his side, staring at him straight in the eye.

"love, i need to finish making your breakfast-" 

"did you make my coffee?" he asked as you saw a slight glint in his eyes. you shook your head before answering his question.

"no darling, i was going to make that last-" he interrupted you once again as he grabbed your chin, making your faces barely an inch away from eachother.

"then i won't leave! i want my coffee before anything else please."

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"can you please come mrs min? he's being quite.. stubborn.." you perked a brow and looked at the clock, confused. 

"what do you mean? it's not even lunch and he just got there 3 hours ago, what is he doing?" you asked, confusion laced in your words.

you heard yoongi's secretary let out a small sigh, before she continued talking. "uhm, he won't do his work mrs min. he's being quite rude and if i'm being honest.. acting like a child. he won't stop asking for you and it's really drilling our heads so if you could - please come and calm him down." you were stunned by her words.

min yoongi - your husband - acting like a child?

this must be some sort of joke.

you muttered a small 'yes' in reply to her request and ended the call immediately, going to your bedroom to change into out-door clothes. 

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"i wanna see her! right now!" you heard a small, muffled voice say in the distance. a light pink blush dusted your lips as you walked down the halls; almost all the employees's eyes on you. they kept on whispering to eachother, some stunned by your beauty and wondering if you really are yoongi's wife.

yoongi's secretary lead you to yoongi'd office, getting out a golden key from her pocket and placing it in the lock; twisting it slightly. a sudden 'click' came from the door and the secretary's hands raised to the handle, turning it slightly to open the door.

inside was a sight you weren't ready for.

there your husband sat, his arms crossed and with the most adorable pout on his face. he glared at almost every single person in the room, not giving mercy to anyone. it wasn't until his eyes laid onto your figure that his face lit up slightly, making butterfilles swirl in your stomach.

he cleared his throat quite loudly before pointing to the door behind you. "all of you out. all expect my wife." people's heads turned to look at you, judging at you slightly. you shifted in your spot as people around you got ready to leave, some of the females there giving you dirty looks. 

as soon as the last person left the room, yoongi's complete character changed and he gave you one of his most infamous gummy smiles. "come, y/n." he spoke softly, pointing to the space near him.

you laughed lightly; which was music to yoongi's ears. placing your bag down on a nearby couch, you walked over to your husband, standing barely inches away from him. it wasn't until his hands went towards you waist pulling you to him and placing him on your lap; making you let out a cherry giggle. 

"mr min yoongi. just what is your excuse for this displicable behaviour this fine morning?" you asked, with a fake professional voice. he chuckled, placing his hands onto you waist, pulling you even closer to him.

"my dearest apologies mrs min y/n. i'm afraid i didn't take my medicine this morning which resulted to this horrid behaviour of mine." you raised a brow, looking at him expectantly. your hands raised to his fluffy hair, combing your hands into the thick strands of his hair; making him groan in approval. 

"and what exactly is your medicine? i can go and get for you now if you's like?" you asked. as soon as you were about to slip from his grasp, he tugged you into him more. he placed his rough hand on your cheek squishing it slightly while adoring your face. "you don't have to worry mrs min. my medicine is right here. right infront of me." he whispered under his breath.

you two had eye contact for quite some time until you felt his lips brush onto you slightly, before he fully placed his lips onto yours, making a sound of approval from the contact. he stayed like that for a few seconds before he pulled away; only to repeat his actions. 

as soon as he was finished you were a breathless, trying to let as much oxgygen you could into your lungs before you die from suffocation. he chuckled at your behaviour before spinning his chair slightly to face his desk, you still in his arms.

"darling what are you doing? you need to work right?" you asked as you stared at his face, waiting for him to reply. his hands let go of your waist, slightly missing the heat from it, before landing on the stacks of paper infront of him. "i'm going to do my work right now." he said, his eyes landing onto yours.

"but, i need my wife with me. at all times."

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