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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Y/n's POV
The door bell rings, alerting me about the intruder that is going to enter. I quickly jumped out of the bed and peeked through the staircase. There he is, entering in with a smile dancing on his lips. A rush of excitement ran through my body.
It's the second day, here, and I am already dying without my own stuff. I want to head home and embrace my own accessories but I can't. I am not giving up this early, I can't head to his home.
The smile on my face died and the excitement into me rushed out, after seeing him, hug her tight. "Jennie, hi. How are you?", Taehyung asks Jennie. "I am fine, Taehyung. What makes you come here?", Jennie asks. "You own my girl for now, you know that, right?" She laughs and breaks the hug, "Of course, I know. She is upstairs. In the same room.", Jennie says. "Okay. Well, thank you.", Taehyung winks at Jennie.
He ruffles her hair, "You are just too sweet for that.", Taehyung flirts. "Oh c'mon, she is like my sister.", Jennie answers. "Aha. I see." His eyes steals a quick glance from the figure burning, at the staircase. "What about coming to our house someday?", Taehyung suggests. "Nice! I would love to." He smiles at her sweetly, "I will meet her now.", Taehyung takes his leave from Jennie.
I rushed to my room, sitting on the bed with a novel I found in Jennie's library. The door swiftly opens, revealing him, with a bouquet of lilies, with the same white note hiding in it. "Jagiya?", Taehyung sings. "Don't call me that! You jerk!", I huffed. "For how many days will you be away from me? I'm your husband.", he pouts and mutters.
"Husband? My foot. Go and marry Jennie.", I spatted. "She is like my sister.", he defends, making me rage up a little better. "Jinjja? I swear if I had a brother, I wouldn't have hugged him like that.", I marked. "Like what?", he asks. "Like you did to Jennie.", I answered. "You saw us?", he asks. "You should ask you caught us.", I huffed. "It's nothing like you see it.", he refuses. "Don't question my way of seeing. Question your loyalty first.", I spatted on his face while he faced down.
It would have been hurt if I questioned his loyalty for no reason. But the thing is, he did it that I had to question his loyalty. "C'mon, Jagiya, you are misunderstanding us.", he shrugged. "I don't care. I don't want to come with you. Not when you have given your heart to someone else! And now, get out of this house or I am going to call the security!", I screamed. "Which security?", he asks.
I glared at him which he returned with his silly smile. "C'mon, Jagiya, I am not going without taking you with me.", he says. "Go, you pabo!", I yelled. "You're jealous, aren't you?" "Jealous of what?" "Jennie and me." "Oh, please. She is my sister. And even if you marry her, I would have no problem.", I said.
