MARRIED

CHAPTER-7

YOONGI'S POV

I kept looking at her often. She knows it too. I do it every day.

"Yoongi, you don't have to drop me at the office every day. You are a busy man."

" Not that busy for you."

"Seriously, you need to stop talking to jimin."

"I love talking to him. He teaches me things. And that aside, I love doing this."

"It's been a month. I don't want to be a burden."

"You are not. Y/n, look I promise you if I am really busy I'll tell you, okay?"

She nodded while slightly pouting.

"If you keep doing that, I might think you don't like this."

"No, I do, I swear."

I glanced at her. She was fiddling with the hem of her dress. I loved how she got shy at times. She wasn't that mafia lady I was curious about but my shy wife. 

I chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing."

She looked at me suspiciously and went back to staring at the road.

" Y/n, I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

"Why afternoon?"

" I told you we are going to Hobi's home."

"Oh, yeah I forgot."

" Are you okay coming or do you want me to cancel it?"

"No, I wanted to meet his wife."

"Alright then, I pick you up. If we go early we can go home before it's dark."

"Yes, sir."

" Have a good day!", I sang while she hummed and smiled.

Okay, maybe I was a little earlier than the promised time. I wanted to wait for her. I got out of the car and leaned onto her side of the door. I pulled out my phone to let her know I was there.

' I'm here '

'5 minutes.'

I smiled at her text. I going down. Hard. And I love it.

5 minutes later, I saw her coming out of the door. She looked breathless and breathtakingly beautiful.

"Yoongi.", she waved at me brightly as if she did see me after a very long time.

I waved back and opened the door for her.

She chuckled and said, "I'm a feminist but I think I like it."

"I'm a feminist too and I love to treat you right."

I started driving to Hobi's and didn't want the ride to be silent. And that was unusual of me.

"So, how was work?"

"Good. My boss said I was his star employee."

"That's great."

"How was your work?"

" Okay. Unfortunately, I don't have a boss to tell me I did a good job."

"You did a good job.", She giggled like a little girl.

"So, you are the boss of me?"

"Maybe or maybe not. Do you like it?"

" I guess I like the idea of my wife being my boss."