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Jungkook's Pov:
Rubbing my eyes after a fitful sleep, I opened my eyes with a blink and the first thing I saw was the Roman clock showing 11 pm. I scratched my neck and grabbed my phone. My fingers just hovered above the "call" screen unable to call her. Fuck! It's fucking late and she is not at home yet.
"When did I fall asleep? Shit!" The whole day is a mess. "Huh!" Why am I getting frustrated with someone replaceable and worthless like her? Why can't I let my resolve crush that pathetic and weak soul like her to wither under my feet like others?
The clicking of the front door dragged me out of my thoughts, and I sat up on the luxurious queen-sized bed. The smell of lavender is so comforting that I always end up drifting to her room in her absence which is so neat and clean. All I like.
I turned my head to see the unfazed, strong girl which I was meant to destroy but here I was waiting desperately for her arrival.
"Ah! My pretty wife is back. What took you that late today darling?"
My eyes pierced her body looking intently at her back figure as she placed her bag on the desk in a visibly shaking manner and I could tell she was avoiding my intense gaze despite being aware.
"Work and studies." I laughed at her dismissive reply and stretched my arms sitting comfortably on her bed. "Work?" I laughed again and this time it echoed through the room. I saw her confused look. "Darling, you are not doing your real work?"
"Huh?"
A menacing smirk plastered on my lips at her innocence. Jesus, how can someone be that innocent at the age of 20? Such a cute, naive wife I have!
My gaze shifted to her heaving chest. Did she run a marathon, huh? Always overwork herself.
"Don't be naive, Y/n. You know damn well what I am talking about?"
