Y/N's POV:
It was Jimin. He caught me in a bathrobe, and his gaze shifted behind me to where JK lay sleeping shirtless. Panic raced through me as I anticipated his question, but instead, Jimin wore a mischievous smirk."Looks like you two had a wild night," he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement.
My cheeks burned, and I stammered, caught off guard by his remark.
Jimin nods toward JK
In a reflexive, synchronized defense, JK and I both shot back, trying to downplay the situation.
Jimin's smirk only widened, and my heart pounded louder in my chest as JK and I exchanged incredulous glances. Was he doing this intentionally?
JK's cold tone sliced through the tension like a knife.
JK: What do you need?
Jimin's sarcasm dripped from his words as he mentioned breakfast, and JK's reply was laced with frost.
Jimin: Eomeoni calling you two for breakfast. You guys can come, right? *sarcastically*
JK: Go first. We'll catch up.. *cold tone*
The silent exchange between JK and Jimin was like a silent standoff, leaving me feeling like an awkward bystander caught in the crossfire.
As JK turned his cold gaze to me, I felt a nervous flutter in my chest.Y/N: Umm, JK?
His response was curt, sending a shiver down my spine.
JK: Hmm?
My nerves jangled, and I blurted out my dilemma.
Y/N: I-I can't walk properly!
For a split second, JK's steely facade faltered, but his tone remained cool and collected.
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My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli
FanfictionWhen Y/N is thrust into a sudden, unexpected marriage with Jungkook, a handsome but dangerous mafia boss, her life turns into a whirlwind of passion, danger, and unexpected love. From fiery confrontations to tender moments, their relationship evolve...