Jagiya, a korean slang that means baby. Y/n didn't want her so-called husband to call her that- Jagiya. But just as his soft spoken soothing voice rang in your ears, it started to entertain, it started to make you feel loved....
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Third Person's POV
Y/n sighs, she removes her apron with a smile dancing on her face. "Finally, it is ready." Taehyung had returned home long ago, but it really made her upset that he didn't even spend a minute with her. She was just trying to gain his attention but he ignored her and continued working non-stop in his personal office. She scoffs, "Ignoring me? His own wife? That is so wrong, Taehyung!"
She makes her way to his office. She knocks softly, on the door. "Tae!" He looks up at her, his eyebrows cocked up. "Tae? Did I hear it right?" "Taehyung, I said. Now come in the dining area, we gotta eat." He nodded suspiciously, while squinting his eyes. "What's up with those stares?", she asked. "Nothing.", he shrugged. She rolls her eyes, "Come."
"Arasso." He puffs his chest up, dramatically, and follows her. She chuckles, knowing that he is trying to make it up to her through childish behaviour of his. "Jagi?" She raises her eyebrows at him, he just smiles mischievously. She rolls her eyes, annoyed by seeing that smile daily.
"What?", she asked. "Feed me!" "Aniyo!", she shook her head. "Na wae?", he pouted. "You have your hands, Taehyung.", she franked. "Can't you feed me? Your love? Your husband? The only man in your heart?", he glared at her. "When did you enter my heart?", she asked. "You are so meanie!" He whines and stomps his feet.
"When did I say you are my love?", she asked, once again. "But I am your future love.", he smiles cheekily at her. "Future, right? Not present.", she huffed. "Just feed me!" "Oh come on, Taehyung. You are a whole grown ass adult.", she defended. "I am just a baby!"
"Babies are not a pervert, Taehyung.", she rolled her eyes. "I am not a pervert!" She scoffs, "That line doesn't suits you." "Feed me!" "Taehyung, that is so cringe.", she yelled. "Cringe?! I am dying to be loved by you and you think this is cringe?! You are so bad, Y/n!", he whined.
"Why are you getting love into this? We are talking about food.", she grunted. "You were the one who said that food is love!", he mocked her. "Aniyo! I have to eat.", she shrugged off his words and started digging in her food. "I will feed you!", he offered. "First of all, I have two freaking hands. Secondly, if you can feed me then why not yourself?" He huffed in anger and crossed his hands against his well built chest.
"Are you going to keep up with that behaviour forever?", she asked. "Yes, if it annoys you." "Oh, really?", she squinted her eyes at him. "I guess you got two ears to hear it.", he franked. "Taehyung, why are you so childish? I hate it!", she yelled. "What do you want me to be? A coldie like you-who talks all day about work? I am not that heartless, sorry!", he mocked. "You mean that I am heartless?", she gasps in offense.
"Sorry to say, but yes. I am trying my best to be loved by you. But you always show me your back. Am I so worthless?", he asked. "When did I say that you are worthless?" "Not everything is said by your mouth, Y/n. Actions speak louder than words.", he said.
"Is it so? I hurt you? I make you feel worthless? I make you feel you are not being loved? I make you feel lonely?", she asked. "Yes, you do."
Two minutes of silence, there was. She thought twice. Staring at the plate placed in front of her, she swirled her tongue in her mouth. He stares at her, zoning out. A thought of hurting her through these words crossed his mind, yet he kept a calm, waiting for her reply.
"I am sorry then.", she whispered, low. He let out a sigh. "Sorry doesn't heal the broken heart, Y/n.", he scoffed. "Fine, I know what you want. Give me a month or two.", she said. "Sure. Also, feed me, please.", he said.
She shakes her head at his stubborn self. She picks up the chopsticks, grabbing onto the food with it. She gestures him to open his mouth, he opens his mouth wide. She stuffs a huge piece of rice in his mouth, he munches on the food with a delightful shining on his scarlet lips.
"I am lucky to have you, though.", in a way to calm her tensed body, he snorted. "Maybe, me too.", she smiled a little. "To have?", he raised his eyebrows up. "Of course, you." She says and chuckles afterwards. "What do you mean by maybe? You are lucky to have me!" He whines at her. "Fine, you are.", she flicked his forehead. He gasps and rubs it.
She stuffs his mouth another time, he keeps on munching fast. "Slow down, I am not running away.", she said. "Aren't you? Oh yes, you are mine.", he gave a mischievous smile to her. "Shut up.", she covered his mouth with her palm. He giggles with silence.
"Only if she knew, the way she looked at him when he giggled, is called adoring. Adoring your loved ones."
Words countdown: 700 words
Sorry guys. I wanted to make this chapter short just to give a message in the end. And guess what is coming up? The epilogue✨ I am going to publish this book!
Anyways, I love you, I purple you, and also, thank you! 💜
