𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 ( 18+) ( 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 )

FIRST DAY

MORNING – JEON MANSION

Sunlight peeked through the luxurious silk curtains of the Jeon Mansion, bathing the grand bedroom in a warm glow. A soft knock followed by a gentle voice disturbed the peaceful silence.

“Y/N, wake up, sweetheart. It’s your first morning here,” Mrs. Jeon called, her voice filled with warmth.

Y/N stirred in bed, her long lashes fluttering as she let out a small, sleepy yawn. She stretched her arms, looking utterly adorable in the process.

“Mom, where’s Jungkook?” she asked, her voice still laced with drowsiness as she rubbed her eyes.

Mrs. Jeon chuckled, watching her with affectionate eyes. “He’s in his home office. Even on a Sunday, that son of mine is buried in work. No time for his newly married wife.”

A deep blush crept onto Y/N’s cheeks at the teasing words.

Seeing her reaction, Mrs. Jeon smiled and gently ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “You should get ready and come downstairs.”

“Mom, today I want to cook for everyone,” Y/N suddenly announced, determination sparkling in her eyes.

Mrs. Jeon raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. “You want to cook?”

Y/N nodded eagerly.

Mrs. Jeon laughed. “Alright, let’s get ready, and I’ll help you.” She placed a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead before leaving the room.

Once alone, Y/N clutched the blanket, her heart racing.

She was still adjusting to her new life as Mrs. Jeon. The wife of Jeon Jungkook—the most feared mafia king in Asia.

It still felt surreal.

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AN HOUR LATER – KITCHEN

Y/N’s eyes widened as she stepped into the enormous kitchen, the stainless-steel counters gleaming under the bright chandeliers. Every inch of the space screamed luxury and perfection.

The moment she entered, the maids bowed in respect.

Mrs. Jeon clapped her hands together. “Today, Y/N and I will be preparing the food. Only two of you will stay to assist us. The rest may leave.”

The maids quickly followed orders, leaving behind only Latina and Young-seo.

Y/N scanned the kitchen, feeling slightly overwhelmed but determined. “I’ll make tteokbokki, miso soup, kimbap, and chocolate pudding.”

Mrs. Jeon smiled, impressed. “That sounds wonderful.”

With that, they got to work.

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TWO HOURS LATER – DINING ROOM

The table was set with the dishes Y/N had prepared, the aroma filling the grand dining room. Everyone had arrived—except Jungkook.

“Y/N, go call Jungkook. His office is down the hall, the left door after the fifth room,” Mrs. Jeon instructed.

Y/N’s stomach twisted in nervousness, but she nodded.

With every step closer to his office, her heartbeat grew louder.

Finally reaching the large wooden doors, she hesitated before knocking, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Come in,” came the deep, commanding voice from the other side.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.