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‧₊˚✧ AUTHOR's POV ✧˚₊‧
Jungkook eagerly awaited y/n's arrival in the dining room, while she finished her bath upstairs. As he aspired to be the perfect husband, he patiently waited for her. The maids and servants stood in their designated spots, avoiding direct eye contact with their master. They were astonished at his uncharacteristic behavior, as Jungkook was usually the one being waited on, not the other way around.
As his phone began to ring, Jungkook quickly glanced at the caller ID before answering the call. "Boss, your jet is ready and all arrangements have been made as per your instructions" the man on the other end informed, causing a smile to form on Jungkook's face. He simply hummed in acknowledgement before ending the call.
In that moment, Y/n walked into the room. It took him only a brief moment to recognize her, as the delightful scent of her perfume wafted into his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. When he opened his eyes, he saw her sitting across from him, apologizing for taking so long.
However, his expression suddenly shifted to a more somber and intense one, as he couldn't shake off the feeling that she was too distant from him, despite being right in front of him. It was clear that he was displeased. "Leave," he demanded, his voice booming. Y/n flinched and glanced at him, only to find his unwavering gaze fixed on her. She swallowed nervously, her eyes widening slightly when she noticed all the maids and servants quickly exiting the dining room, leaving the two of them alone.
"W-why did you ask them to leave?" she asked. He furrowed his brow and tensed his jaw before averting his gaze from her. Her hair was still damp and she left it down for his hungry eyes. She was his and his alone, not for anyone else to admire. He was already restraining himself from doing something non- consensual, and now she was making it even more difficult. Did she forget who the hell he is?
"Come here, tesoro" he beckoned to her with a menacing tone that sent chills down her spine. Though fear filled her eyes, she mustered the courage to stand and make her way towards him. Her heart raced and her breaths came in quick gasps, afraid that the nervousness caused by her dangerous mafia husband might give her a heart attack.
He hold her hand and pulled her on his lap. She gasped and her eyes widen in shocked, "j-jungkook.. wh-what--" her words cut off his a smooch he gave her on her lips coated with strawberry lip gloss. He licked his own lips and hummed, "cherry tasted better last night" he said with a smirk on his lips.
Attempting to rise from his lap, she felt his grip around her waist tighten. Before she could utter a word, he interjected, "I want you on my lap whenever we dine together, without having to ask. If it makes you uneasy in public, I can refrain from doing so. But in our home or on our private property, regardless of our state - whether we're arguing, showing affection, conversing, or not speaking at all - I want you here, in your rightful place, without resistance. Is that clear?" His expression grew darker.
