Not So Shy! | | JJK [ON HOLD]

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«Kristen»

One whole week, I am just a zombie going around this huge ass house. Either I'm in the gym all the time or the kitchen or the library or the swimming pool or the beautiful lawn.

Briefly, all over the house. It feels like a vacation.

But I did not have one single free day since high school so I am not used to this kind of peace. It is just boring for me.

I don't even feel like I got married or something. I feel like I got jobless and richer. Ironic, isn't it.

Jungkook and I wake up at same time. When I am in the gym, he would be reading a book. When I am in the kitchen to make breakfast for me, he would be bathing and getting ready to go off to his office.

Jungkook doesn't eat breakfast with me. He doesn't even eat breakfast. I asked him three days ago if he wants to eat with me. He refused straight away saying he will get late to his office.

And I was like, Duh, you own the fucking company.

I did not say that to him though.

While he was at the office, I went around the house, watched crime documentaries, romantic comedies, high school web series, infact by now I was convinced I have seen all the movies of every genre available on Netflix.

I took "Netflix and Chill" quite too seriously.

At night I was asleep by the time Jungkook got back home. I had no idea about my own husband. It felt like I was living with a roommate who barely stayed in the room.

I was tempted to get back to work but my father had strictly told me to spend my time with my husband.

Only if he knew.

I would have passed my time by calling Nathaniel over but it didn't take long until I realized in this whole world I was the only one who had all the time.

Everyone else were busy.

I was watching repeated episodes of "Friends" sprawled all over the couch with packets of chips lying on the floor. I had opened another pack of Doritos and a new can of sprite while I still had half of my coke left. I was in my shorts and tank top hiding under the blanket.

Maybe this wasn't too bad.

I was comfortable, happily watching my show until the doorbell rang. I glanced at the wall clock.

It striked 5:15 in the evening. I got out of the blanket leaving it half hanging over the couch.

I opened the door and was partly shocked and partly happy to see Jungkook standing in front of me.

Finally, I have a company.

I couldn't hide my grin.

"You are early." I exclaimed while he walked past me without even acknowledging my presence. I shut the door and followed him to the kitchen.

He was leaning to the refrigerator door and chugging down the water from the bottle.

I swear, I drooled from the sight. The way his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat and the way he wrapped his fingers around the bottle-