𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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JK'S POV-

After having some more conversation with my brothers about the arrangement of the party, I headed straight to my room to inform my wife about the party.

And it turned out, my brother knew my wife better than I did.

"That will be a NO for me." Y/N told me later when I made my way into the bedroom after my brothers had taken off for the night.

"What? Why?" I asked, stopping short on my way to the bathroom to take a shower.

"For a number of reasons," she said as she rubbed on some soft-smelling lotion as she sat off the side of the bed, her back to me.

I didn't know what to expect from her when it came to her bed clothes. I'd only ever seen her on her way to work or to see family or go meet up with friends before. And her style was modern, yet timeless.

What did this woman choose to wear to bed?

A f#cking gown.

I mean, it was one of those floor-length silky nightdresses, but it might as well have been a gown with its fancy lace back and the sexy way it glided over her body. Something about the wine-red color of it went really well with her dark hair and her skin.

"Name one!" I invited, leaning against the bathroom door.

"Okay. You didn't discuss it with me first." she snapped back at me.

"F#cking Jun!" I grumbled.

"What was that?" she asked, turning to face me, brows raised, daring me to repeat it.

"Nothing. I am not going to be the kind of husband who runs every little minor detail by his wife."

"And I am not going to be a wife who tolerates a husband who doesn't respect her enough to ask if she wants a bunch of strangers in her... home."

That word was hard for her.

I figured it would get easier as time passed.

"They're not strangers. They're Family." i said.

"They're your Family!" she shot back.

"They're yours now too. Whether you like it or not." I said.

"I'm getting really f#cking sick of that phrase. If you wanted someone who was just going to take whatever shit you shovel at her and thank you for it, you married the wrong woman.

You could have ordered in a wife from some other country who would have been happy to live in your fancy mansion and spend your money. But you chose me. And I won't be a doormat that you walk all over, Jungkook."

"I get that you're an egotistical asshole and maybe it is going to take me putting my foot down a few times to get you to understand where I stand here. So this is me putting my foot down. I am not going to be paraded around your f#cking family like a trophy of your cunning deal to get one over on the Jeon Family. Entertain your guests by your f#cking self!"

Damn you woman! she's too dangerous when she gets angry. Just look at the way she's talking breathlessly.

With that, she whipped up the blankets, climbed under, and turned off the light.

She wasn't wrong.

I'd chosen her for her spirit.

And I couldn't exactly be pissed when she tossed all that sass at me, could I?

I made my way into the shower, still steamy and smelling of sweet, girlish scents.

And my pathetic ass took deep breaths and felt my cock hardening again at the thought of her running the soap up and down her arms, her legs, over her breasts, her stomach, lower.

On a sigh, I reached down for my cock, stroking one out to the idea of my wife who was just one room away.

The image of her sucking my cock came into my mind. How good would that fell?

Her lips perfectly wrapping around my cock, God--

I started stroking my cock harder and harder but i wasn't able to release.

she would rather roll around naked in a cactus patch than have my hands on her.

It was going to be a long f#cking marriage.

And now I had to figure out how to tell everyone who knew and respected me why my wife would not be attending a social function with me.

And sometime in the middle of the night when she rolled onto me with a soft, mewling sleep sound, then let out a little sigh as she wiggled into place, liking me more in sleep than she did while awake, I realized that while she wasn't happy with the situation, and despite the frustration she was causing already, that I was satisfied with my choice.

Eventually, she would be my wife in every way that mattered.

I just had to be patient.

Admittedly, though, that wasn't a trait I was known for.

I was stuck with Y/N forever.

What the hell have i told her... she must've been so much upset by now.

Gosh, how am I supposed get in the good books of her after all those stupid things I've told her...