𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓

Chapter 19 |Jiwon|

Y/n quickly moved away from Jimin as soon as she felt his smirk deepening. Her instincts hadn’t been wrong—there it was, that confident smirk plastered across his face, as if he had won some unspoken game.

"So," he drawled, his tone light but teasing, "my wife now knows how to kiss, right?"

Her cheeks burned crimson, her lips parting in shock. Without saying a word, she scrambled off his lap, clutching the hem of her shirt nervously as her thoughts raced. Why did I kiss him back? she wondered, her embarrassment mounting with every passing second.

Unable to bear the weight of his amused gaze any longer, Y/n darted toward the washroom, muttering something incoherent under her breath. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing heart.

Jimin, still sitting on the edge of the bed, chuckled softly to himself before standing up and leaving the room, giving her space—though not without a sense of satisfaction lingering on his face.

When Y/n finally emerged from the washroom, her face was composed again, though her mind still replayed the kiss. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she grabbed her books and sat down at the desk, hoping to lose herself in studying.

A little while later, Jimin returned to the room, loosening the first few buttons of his shirt as he entered. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her sitting at the desk, her focus entirely on the open book before her.

"What’s this?" he said, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and mock annoyance. "Why are you studying on your first day? I’m already bored, and now you’re burying yourself in books?"

Y/n glanced at him, startled, but didn’t respond, instead shifting her gaze back to her notes.

Jimin, however, had other plans. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he strode over to her and gently took her hand, pulling her out of her seat.

"W-Where are you going?" she asked, looking up at him in confusion.

"Come," he said simply, a soft but playful smile on his lips. "We’re watching a movie. Something thrilling. I finally got a chance to spend time with you after so long, and I’m not letting it go to waste."

Without waiting for her agreement, he led her toward the couch and gently pushed her down to sit. He sat beside her, grabbing the remote.

"Thriller movies are the best," he said casually, flipping through the options on the screen. "And don’t even think about sneaking back to those books."

Y/n sat stiffly, still trying to process what was happening, but the ease in Jimin’s demeanor made her relax slightly. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her mind still struggling to piece together the enigma that was her husband.

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The movie played on, the dim glow of the TV lighting up the living room. Jimin leaned back comfortably on the couch, his hand resting lazily on the armrest.

Y/n sat beside him, her posture straight and her hands clasped nervously in her lap as the story unfolded. Everything seemed normal until a sudden, unexpected kiss scene appeared on the screen.

Jimin’s lips curled into that devilish smirk he wore all too well. He shifted slightly, his side-eye sneaking a glance at Y/n.

Her wide eyes were glued to the screen, but her expression quickly shifted to one of shock and embarrassment as the kiss scene transitioned into something much more intense.

Y/n's face flushed a deep crimson. She looked down shyly, avoiding the screen, and nervously started playing with her fingers.

Jimin chuckled softly, unable to hide his amusement. He had planned this moment, and it was going exactly as he imagined. "Are you getting shy?" he teased, his eyes never leaving the screen, though his smirk betrayed how much he was enjoying her reaction.