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N I N E (13+)

Ch⁹ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

Next day

Intentionally waking up late to avoid interaction with her college bu//y, she rushed down stairs to find her husband making his way towards the door. Suddenly it hits her like a truck that it's been three days since she had her live classes. Here she does not have any of the supplies to have a communication with any outsider.

Y/n: Jeon wait! (He turns and finds his panting wife) I want my phone
Jungkook: you mean the thing which I tossed in the garbage?
Y/n: what?! Why did you do that? I had many important things there. Numbers, files-
Jungkook: whose number? (His tone suddenly changed)
Y/n: mind your own business. You are not one to ask me that- (she rolled her eyes and looked away but she gasped when he pinned her against the wall)
Jungkook: well I'm minding my one and only business. Do you have short term memory? Want me to explain to you once again in a better and more memorable way?
Y/n: my profession's numbers and f-few project files. Thanks to you I'm attending online classes and also thanks to you that I'm not able to attend my online classes!
Jungkook: see I was not knowing-

"Jungkook! Come fast!"

The mafia's words cut off and he sighed before leaving her shoulders. He turns but is stopped by his wife.

Y/n: give me your phone I want to call the professor (he pulls out his phone and gave it to her) password?
Jungkook: you know. Number?
Y/n: I know

He nodded and walked out on the call of Hyung who was waiting for him outside. Her face twisted seeing alphabets as his password. If it was a number then somehow she would manage to unlock it but letters? She sighed and tried with some basic ones.

Jeon Jungkook. Error. Jungkook. Error. Mafia King. Error. She whimper in frustration after all her prediction went wrong and only one chance is left before it would be locked for seventy-two hours. She let a deep breath out of mouth and tried testing her luck one last time. Spicy honey. The lock screen turns into a home screen. She flips her hair in pride and proceeds with her work.

Few minutes later

"Yes, sir. Thank you so much. Yes. Yes. Okay"

The call hanged and a small satisfaction smiled painted on her lips. She walked to find the phone owner while randomly swiping the screen left to right, right to left and then her brows raised in curiosity.

Y/n: wow, the mafia king listen to music? a person's playlist describes its character. Let's see what you got Mr. Mafia King.

Pressing the button the app opened. Her fingers turn to the library. Curiosity k!//$ the cat. A playlist dedicated to his wife with over seventy-six songs. "Spicy honey" her eyes widened and cheeks gained heat after finding all those as explicit songs.

Y/n: c!g@r€tt€ after s€×? G0d's pl@n? D£!p? Fvck- never heard of this- fvcking m0r0n!!
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Few days later

It's been four days since she was married to the mafia king who seems to be busy like h€ll. Since that night, she didn't get a chance to see him. He would wake up early and leave, and would come home late at night when she was sleeping. From one side she is also happy about it that she doesn't have to face him but does she know that her mad obsessed husband spends his night staring at her sleeping figure?

Does she know how many cold showers he had taken just because of her fvckable body unintentionally seduces him. Whatever it is from her husband's side, the married woman is all tired and bored in this maze-like mansion. Whenever she tries to pass her time by talking to the maids, they would ignore her just because of her husband's fear. Now, it's enough for her to tolerate this.