BOUND BY HATRED | Sookook

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Jisoo

Yawning and stretching my limbs, I woke up with fresh mind. For few passing seconds I remembered nothing. It felt like every normal morning where I wake up and then after checking the table clock, snuggle back into my comforter untill I realised that I'm married to a psychopath and there's no way in a hell that any of my mornings from now on would be normal.

I placed my palm over my forehead to check my temperature a d surprisingly I was okay. My body's not aching anymore and my head was also okay. I pushed the comforter aside and silently walked out of the room to find him. I need to ask him to get me some clothes. I can't stay forever in this bridal dress.

A delicious aroma of food rushed into my nostrils and I couldn't stop myself from following in to the kitchen but dude, when reach there I caught the glimpse of kitchen my jaw fell to the floor. Jeon Jungkook was cooking. And most importantly is he was shirtless.

He has clean shaved his face and his wet hair were scattered all over his forehead. His perfectly toned chest was exclusively on show, the man in front of me looked so hot. I mean just imagined a man cooking breakfast without wearing a damn shirt. Isn't this kind of our favourite kink?

He melted the butter in pan before scrambling the eggs in it and that's when he noticed my presence. His eyes flicker over me for a lighting second and trust me, if I say that his eyes are the most shallowest pair I've ever seen then it wouldn't be a lie. There's simply no emotion in them.

Gesturing me towards the dinning table, he fixed his eyes back on the gas stove. I didn't feeling like snapping my eyes away from him. It was such a great sight. Remind me again that how come a psychopath be this fine?

'Oh, hush. He's the person who's trying to made you suffer and yet you're shamelessly admiring him?'

I pressed my lip into thin line and took baby steps to the table and pulled out a chair. Next in no minutes, he came with a tray and placed it Infront of me.

I gave him a sceptical look before I saw the food in the tray. Scrambled eggs, french toast, orange juice and fresh strawberry sandwich. My mouth started salivating at the heavenly sight of food in front of me, so without thinking twice I started eating it and low moan escaped padd my lips.

This man knows how to cook and, he know got to cook deliciously.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I voiced the first thing that came into my mind.

The sound of his infamous chuckle echoed in the room as he grabbed a seat next to me. His face shoulder touching mine and the intoxicating smell of his cologne flaring through my nostrils. A wave of uneasiness passed through me and no, it wasn't because I was a actually feeling any discomfort. It was uneasy because knots were twisting in my stomach and my cheeks were burning red. Images of his well sculptures chest flashed from my peripheral vision and wow, this man is ethereal! If only he wasn't the most craziest  person, I would've been flattered to even have a single sight of him.

"Nkw that you're my wife, I guess it's my duty to pamper you. Isn't it, Mrs. Jeon?" He blurted out in a mockery and took a sip of the orange juice before grilling my chair on the sides and turning it to him so that I can face him.

Our knees touched and my body was merely inches apart from his naked chest. Okay, what the hell am I suppose to do with all the butterflies bursting in my abdomen?

"But I guess you've already pampered me enough by forcing me to stand in the sun, isn't it, Mr. Jeon?" I smiled, sarcastically.

He pressed his lips into thin line and before I could even blink, he pulled my chair further. My legs slides in between his thighs and I could practically feel my breath hitting his neck. I shook my head and try to get away from him but instead he gripped the chair in place making it difficult to move.