ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ | | ᴊ.ᴊᴋ ғғ

ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ

-: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍʏᴄʜ
ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

Jungkook's Perspective [ PoV ]

I wake up and head to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. I'm not entirely sure why I let her stay in my house. Now I have to see her ugly face every morning and before bed at night.

I come downstairs and see my mom sitting on the couch with y/n. When did Mom arrive...? I thought she went to Korea after getting married and told me to stay here until her exams were over.

"Mom!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly with a smile. She hugs me back and gives my cheeks a peck. "I missed you, Mom!" I break the hug.

"Me too, son. How is your life going?" she asks. "Very good, Mom!" I reply with a smile. I'm amazed that y/n hasn't told Mom anything.

"Oh no... button!" I mutter dramatically. The button on my shirt is broken. "Go and change your shirt," Mom suggests.

"I only have one white shirt, and it's the dress code," I murmur. "Then tell your wife to stretch it," she suggests again.

"y/n, your husband's shirt button is broken. Can you stretch it?" Y/n stands up and starts looking for thread and a needle. She finds them.

"Button!" She extends her hand for the button, and I give it to her. As she's stretching it, I can't help but look at her. Jungkook, you're being late.

"Is it done?" I ask. "Not yet," she replies.

Her tone sounds rude. I step back from her. "I'll buy a new one. We don't need it," I say and start walking away when Mom looks at me.

"It's done," y/n says. She cuts the thread with her teeth and looks at me before moving away. "Where are you going, Jungkook?" Mom asks.

"I have a meeting at the resort," I reply, fixing my collar. "Take y/n with you and have dinner outside," Mom suggests. I nod.

"Mom, I have an exam tomorrow, so I can't go," y/n says to Mom. "Dear, I know you'll do great. Go and spend time with your husband. Wear white, okay?" Mom pats her head.

"Okay, Mom. I'll go and get ready," y/n says, heading towards that so-called room. I follow her and grab her wrist when Mom goes to her room.

"Let's go to my room," I say, opening the door and taking her luggage upstairs to my room. She silently follows me.

"Change your dress and come downstairs quickly. And listen, until Mom is here, don't dare go into that so-called store room," I tell her. She nods.

She's so obedient. "I'm sending white. Wear that," I say as I exit the room and make my way downstairs to the couch. I send a maid to bring a white dress for y/n. It's all so luxurious. As long as Mom is here, I have to be nice to her.

Ah...I'm really getting irritated. I hear footsteps coming downstairs. I turn and the word "pretty" escapes from my lips in a whisper.

"How do I look, Kookie?" she asks. Wait... Kookie? I'm the dangerous mafia Jjeon Jungkook... not Kookie...

"I'm Jeon Jungkook... understand? Call me that, not Kookie," I angrily exclaim.

"Hehe... but in my country, we don't take our husband's name, so I'll call you Kookie," she whispers, smiling cutely.

"So... as the wife of a Korean, call me by my name," I say, getting irritated by her behavior. "Kookie, you didn't tell me how I look?" she continues to ask.