Healing Presence's

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"He never said I'm his, yet holds me like I belong,
In his silent touch, I hear a thousand love songs. ✨

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Y/N's POV

It's been a week since I got married. I've been staying at home, quietly observing everyone's nature. Honestly, I didn't expect it, but everyone here is so kind.

It's already 12 PM. I'm sitting in my room, staring at the window while Jungkook's at his office. After breakfast, I had a long talk with my mother-in-law. She's incredibly sweet. She told me stories about Jungkook-how he was as a child, his little tantrums, and how he's still a child in a man's body.

That's when she mentioned something that caught my attention-how Jungkook often skips his lunch at work.

Now that I'm his wife, it's my responsibility to take care of him. So here I am, packing lunch, heading to his office.

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Jungkook's POV

God, today I'm floating.

Why wouldn't I? My wife-my sweetheart-made breakfast so delicious this morning, I've been smiling like a fool since. Honestly, every morning since our wedding, she makes me fall for her a little more.

Right now, I'm working through a mountain of files. My eyes are on the papers, but my mind keeps wandering back to her.

Suddenly, the door opens. I look up and see my secretary.

"Mr. Jeon, these are the files you requested," she says, placing them on my desk.

I take a deep breath. She's always so... persistent. I hate her attitude.

"Hm. Listen here," I say, starting to explain the file details to her.

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Author's POV

Meanwhile, Y/N arrives at Jungkook's office building.

She approaches the receptionist politely, "Excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Jeon's cabin is?"

The receptionist looks up, hesitant. "Yes, ma'am. But... may I ask who you are? What's your business with Mr. Jeon?"

Y/N smiles softly, holding up the lunchbox. "I'm Jeon Y/N. I brought lunch for my husband."

The receptionist's expression changes instantly-her lips form a wide, surprised smile as she quickly nods. "Oh! Of course, ma'am. Please, let me guide you."

Y/N makes her way towards Jungkook's cabin, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in," his voice calls out.

She steps inside but halts immediately. Her eyes land on a woman in a very short dress, standing too close to Jungkook's desk.

Jungkook's head snaps up. His face lights up the moment he sees Y/N.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" he asks, walking towards her with a smile.

Y/N lifts the lunchbox slightly, and his expression softens with understanding.

"Ms. Yuji, you can leave now," Jungkook says firmly.

Yuji's eyes narrow as she throws a sharp glare towards Y/N, but she says nothing and stomps out of the cabin.

Jungkook gently takes Y/N's hand, leading her towards the couch and making her sit beside him.

"You brought me lunch? I'm so lucky," he says, his eyes gleaming like a child.

Y/N quietly starts unpacking the boxes, arranging them neatly on the table in front of him.

He's about to pick up his chopsticks when he pauses, looking at her. "Did you eat?"

Y/N shakes her head, "No, I only packed for you."

Jungkook pouts immediately. "That won't do. Come on, sweetheart, eat with me. I can't eat alone."

"I'm fine, Jungkook. You eat, I'll watch."

"Nope," he whines, bringing a bite towards her lips. "Please, just one bite?"

Unable to resist his puppy eyes, Y/N sighs and takes the bite. His face brightens as if he's won a prize.

From then on, he insists on feeding her every bite. When Y/N protests, saying she can eat by herself, he shakes his head stubbornly.

"I want to feed you. Let me spoil you," he says, making her heart flutter.

Y/N gives up, letting him feed her like a precious little princess, their laughter and soft conversation filling the cabin.

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Time Skip - Later That Night

Y/N returned home after lunch. Her heart feels... full.

After her parents passed away, no one had ever asked if she had eaten, let alone fed her with such care. Jungkook did. And it stirred something inside her.

His touch, his presence, everything about him made her feel safe, at peace.

She finished preparing dinner, calling out to her in-laws. "Mom, Dad, dinner's ready."

Mrs. Jeon smiled at her warmly. "Come, Y/N, eat with us."

Y/N shook her head gently. "No, Mom. I'll eat with Jungkook when he comes home."

Mrs. Jeon nodded in understanding, a soft look in her eyes.

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Jungkook's POV

It's almost 11 PM when I finally reach home. I hate working this late, but today, guilt weighs heavier.

I quietly push the door open and step into the living room.

There she is.

My sweetheart, curled up on the sofa, asleep in such an uncomfortable position. My heart clenches.

I kneel beside her, gently cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Sweetheart..." I whisper, shaking her softly.

Her eyes flutter open, her gaze immediately finding mine. "Oh... you're home," she says, trying to stand up quickly. "Go freshen up. I'll heat dinner."

Her sleepy voice makes me feel worse. She's exhausted, yet she waited for me.

Once I'm done freshening up, I see her dragging herself around the kitchen, preparing our plates.

I grab her wrist, gently pulling her onto my lap as I sit on the dining chair.

"What are you doing, Jungkook?" she mumbles sleepily, though she makes no move to leave my hold.

"Nothing. Just sit here. I'll feed you," I say softly.

She rests her head against my chest, too tired to argue.

I feed her and myself, making sure she drinks water too. She lets me, closing her eyes as if finding peace in my touch.

After we finish, I carry her bridal style into our bedroom, laying her down gently.

I return to the kitchen, clean up the dishes quietly, making sure everything is in place.

Once done, I return to the bedroom, sliding under the blanket and pulling her into my arms. She snuggles closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

Holding her tightly, I kiss the crown of her head. "Goodnight, sweetheart," I whisper.

With her in my arms, the world outside no longer matters.

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