My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right !

My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right✔️: A promise.

"yeobo?"

A soft voice called out for him as a sleeping jungkook moved a little his eyebrows furrowing at the sun rays that fell over his face.

"Yeobo wake up, it's morning"

That soft voice continued-now gently shaking him by his arm as jungkook groaned a little, he was exhausted and the past few days he hadn't slept well.

He opened his eyes a bit squinting them right back at the brightness of the warm rays that fell over his sleep filled eyes.

But then suddenly even with his eyes closed he could feel something coming in between the rays and his eyes, acting as a shield.

He slowly opened his eyes instantly meeting very familiar brown, beautiful and warm eyes.

"You are awake hmm?"

She spoke softly smiling at him gently as she brushed his hair that were all messy because of all the sleeping.

He blinked his eyes slowly just dazed by his wife's beauty the first thing in the morning.

She was smiling down gently at him, a look of adoration colouring her irises, her smooth, black hair set loose, swaying gently to the early morning breeze that came in through their bedroom windows.

He stopped blinking just gazing at her mesmerized by her beauty for the millionth time.

"Kook. . ."

She spoke softly when something sparkled causing him to close his eyes at once only to open them back when he realised it was the locket, the token of love, of acceptance, he had gifted her.

Then it all suddenly hit him as he realised with what name she had called him earlier and that it wasn't some beautiful dream but the reality.

It although looked like a dream, well it was her fault, she looked so beautiful, so ethereal just like some dream.

It was her fault that she always looked so dreamy.

He finally was wide awake as he blinked his doe eyes at her making her giggle a little as she ruffled his smooth locks.

"Get up already Mr.Jeon"

With a pout jungkook sat back up on the bed rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep that still chased him.

"Good-morning"

Her sweet voice caused him to look up the same pout on his lips as he spoke.

"Why didn't you call me that again. .?"

He looked a bit disappointed looking like a cute child who didn't get to buy his favourite stuffed toy.

You smiled at him innocently a mischievous idea popping in your head as you pretended to be clueless.

"Oh? Call you what?"

You spoke furrowing your eyebrows trying hard to stop the smile that spread over your lips when he looked utterly confused.

His lips were parted, a furrow on his forehead as he frowned his soft cheeks pushing up along with the frown, his bed hair standing up in all directions.

"N-nothing. . I think it was a dream. ."

He spoke, almost mumbled as you couldn't hold yourself back from cupping his cheeks as you squished his soft cheeks making him look at you with wide eyes filled with surprise.

"Dream? What do you mean by dream yeobo?"

You spoke as his eyes widened even more, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked at you.