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‧₊˚✧ AUTHOR's POV ✧˚₊‧
"Okay, and what else did he do to my tesoro?" Jungkook asked softly, his voice laced with a dangerous calm. He stroked his wife's hair, his touch gentle despite the simmering rage that thrummed through him. Her head rested on his chest, her body nestled against his, one of his arms holding her close while the other remained bandaged. He might be feigning sweetness now, but the thought of Park Jimin, his friend but also the man who had dared to make his wife cry, fueled a fire in his veins.
Tears welled in her eyes as she finally unloaded the weight of her grievances. ''He even dragged me down the stairs, I almost sprained my wrist," she choked out, her voice laced with pain. She thought she was just rambling, her words falling on deaf ears. But unbeknownst to her, he was already plotting fifty ways to make Jimin apologize.
'That's it?' he asked gently, his voice laced with concern. She nodded, her eyes still brimming with tears. He hummed softly, pressing a kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, nothing like that will ever happen again. I promise," he reassured her, his eyes locked on hers. But she wasn't convinced. She pushed away, her voice laced with frustration. "You're the one who's in the wrong! Why did you push me away? Why wouldn't you let me see you? Am I not your wife?"
"Moreover, you made me apologize to–" Her words were abruptly silenced as his fingers pressed against her lips. "I did make you apologize," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "but not because of Jimin. It was because of the reckless stunt you pulled yesterday. You have no idea what I would have done if you had even gotten a scratch, Jeon Y/n." His eyes blazed with fury, and the icy tone of his voice made her swallow nervously.
Breaking free from his embrace, she averted her gaze and nodded before attempting to move away. However, he pulled her back, holding her even closer this time. "You're not leaving until we sort this out. Do you understand me? I don't want any miscommunications between us. Have you forgotten the rules, my love?" He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and traced her lips with his thumb.
She shook her head, apologizing, "I'm sorry."
"I'm truly sorry for pushing you away earlier, tesoro. Please forgive me. And I don't want your apologies, Mrs. Jeon. I want you to sit on my lap and..." His words were cut off by a sudden knock on the door, causing her to gasp and clutch the sheets tighter to her chest. "Can you give me something to wear now? I need to see who's at the door," she requested. Jungkook frowned and got out of bed, now only in his boxers, causing Y/n to blush and look away.
A smirk played on Jungkook's lips as he grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them on. He shuffled to the door, opening it a crack to reveal one of his men standing on the other side. "Boss, your father will be here in an hour," the man informed. Jungkook muttered a curse under his breath, his jaw clenching before he slammed the door shut.
