The 'chick' From The Village||JIKOOK✓

♪He Have A Pretty Doll As His Wife♪

Jimin applied the lip balm on his cherry red lips sitting on a cushioned chair infront of his vanity mirror.

He looked at Jungkooks sleeping figure through the mirror and sighed. It's a Sunday and Jimin was hoping for an outing.

Jimin walked towards the older to wake him up but a sudden knock startled him.

He opened the door only to be met with the swollen face of Irene. Jimin rolled his eyes. Now what does she want?

"What?" He asked with a bored expression leaning on to the door frame crossing his arms over his chest.

"I want to speak with jungkookie. Move aside." Jimin didn't let her go by blocking the entry.

"For your information. look at this wedding chain. I am his wife so stop calling him Jungkookie munkookie and all. And this is our bedroom. Means we need some privacy. You can't barge inside just like that." Jimin was fed up with this girl.

"Do you know who I was to him? Lets ask Jungkook. Let him tell you who I am to him." Jimin was never someone who would hurt anyone physically but he can't promise that anymore, because this girl was getting on his nerves.

" I know everything girl. He had told me everything and how you left him just like that. News flash: he now have a pretty doll as his wife  so he won't be needing a side bi*ch." Jungkook broke into a smile when the smaller told his sassy reply to Irene. He had woken up hearing their conversation. But didn't wanted to interrupt so as to hear what Jimin had to say.

"Pretty doll? You look like a kid. And act like one too. I don't know how much time he will need to get bored of your immature a*s." Although Jimin felt hurt he was a queen in hiding his pain infront of people other than Jungkook.

Jungkook was about to give a piece of his mind to the girl who was disrespecting his chick.  But the sudden realization that he was naked under the sheets made him sat down immediately. Jimin would skin him alive if he happened to show up like this.

"If someone is acting immature that's you for a twenty six year old. You are whining, acting like a teenager who didn't get her favorite pink Barbie doll to the neighbor's kid. But let me remind you, kookie is not a material that you can come and claim after abandoning him once. He is my husband now and we love each other." Jimin was red by now with how much he was fisting his little fingers in rage.

"Baby... What is happening here?" Jimin felt Jungkook back hugging him from behind. He felt a light kiss on his neck that had his eyes closing for mere seconds but he came back to reality when he thought about the situation.
Irene gulped her throat at the sight. Her eyes stung at the way Jungkook was holding Jimin.
Now that she looked at the youngers neck, it was adorned with Love bites. Red marks covered Jimins pale neck. Her hands clenched at her side.

"Nothing kookie. She is telling that she wanted to speak with you."

"What do you want to talk Irene? Talk now." Jungkook didn't let his hold lose of Jimin. Rather he was enjoying Jimins vanila scent that always blessed his nostrils.

Jungkook was shirtless and the way Irene looked at him didn't go well with Jimin. The smaller will surely have a tantrum for that.

"I need to talk to you in private."

"If you have something to talk. Talk infront of my wife." Jimin looked at her for sometimes and sighed.

"It's alright kookie. Go and talk with her. But freshen up first." He said running his hands through Jungkooks hair to make it look less of a mess. He had done a number of pulling on it yesterday night.

Jungkook turned around and walked inside nodding at Jimin.
Irene gasped in tiny when she saw Jungkooks back. It was covered in kitty marks. The kitty being the smaller infront of her.