𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ✅

18 | Her Fragrance

Jk: WTF!!  Wait- what are you doing here?! you- (he looks back at bed and reality hits him he's in his room and..) "damnit Am I hallucinating?!!

YN: "I..I just came to get my clothes. I didn't mean to disturb you." (He tries to calm himself down after waking up from a dream about you.)

Jk: "It's alright.. Just leave your clothes here." (YN agrees and goes to the bathroom to take a shower.)
YN:  but...mom?

Jk: "Don't worry about her."

YN: Ummm o-kay... (She agrees and goes to the bathroom to take a shower.)

He stands there for a moment, watching you disappear into the bathroom. A mix of emotions swirls in his chest - relief, desire, anxiety. He rubs a hand over his face again, still reeling from the intensity of his dream. He can still feel the echo of your body against his, the memory of your mouth on his skin.

He goes over to the bed, straightening out the covers and the pillows, trying to calm himself down.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom fuels his imagination. He can picture you in the shower, your body wet and naked, the water running down your curves...

Jk: Aish!! Stop please.... (He closes his eyes and clenches his fists, trying to shut down his thoughts.)
Come on...get a grip...

YN: Um...jeon...

Jk: (jerks back)"Yeah... lotus?

YN: Are...are you okay? Are you stressing about mom and work? (You are concerned yet hesitate)

He pauses, taken aback by your concern. He's not used to people worrying about him, especially not at a moment like this. He swallows, his throat feeling tight as he looks at you.

Jk: "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm just...stressed, you know? Work, mom, everything...it's just a lot right now."

YN: Please don't stress...um give yourself moment...I... understand it's not easy... but try it... (Gently in your soft voice)

He nods, his shoulders slumping as he releases a heavy sigh.

Jk: "Yeah...yeah, you're right, lotus. I just... I just need to take a moment, relax, you know? Easier said than done though..."

💌

Jungkook clenched his fists, struggling to control his urge to embrace you right there. He took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. As he stepped into the kitchen, he greeted the staff, but his eyes were fixed on you. You smiled at him, and he couldn't help but be captivated by your presence, his thoughts consumed by the desire to be close to you.

YN: Mr jeon breakfast is ready... please take your seat... (Smile)

Jk: "Uh...Right, thanks..." (He moves to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down.)

YN: Um ...Jeon I...I cooked something for you...

He glances up at you, surprised by your words. You cooked something for him? No one has ever cooked for him before.

Jk: "For me? You cooked something for me?!"

His voice is gruff with surprise and something else, a raw emotion that he can't quite name.

YN: (smile widely) Yea... guess what?

He can't imagine what it could be, but the sight of your smile makes his heart flutter in his chest.

Jk: "What? What did you cook for me? Lotus..."

YN: (serve him) Kheer! It's your favourite right...so I cooked it to lift up your mood...

He looks down at the bowl of kheer in front of him, the sight bringing a mix of surprise and something else. You remembered his favourite food?

Jk: "You...you remembered my favourite?"

No one ever knew his favourite food, let alone bothered to cook it for him.

YN: Yes...I do...will always...

He picks up his spoon, scooping up a spoonful of kheer and bringing it to his mouth. The sweetness of the dessert melts on his tongue, and he closes his eyes in pleasure.

He takes another spoonful, savoring the flavour. It tastes even better than he remembers, probably because you made it for him. He opens his eyes and looks at you, his gaze soft as he glances up at your face.

Jk: "It's delicious. You...you made it perfectly, lotus..."

He takes another spoonful, the sweetness on his tongue making him think of you...making him wish he could taste your sweetness too...

You stand beside him, your expression pleased as you watch him eat. The sight of him enjoying your cooking gives you a rush of satisfaction, a sense of pride that you were able to make him happy, even just for a moment. his eyes soft and warm.

Jk: "You...you really remembered my favourite food...no one ever-"

He stops himself, his voice tight with emotion. He was going to say no one ever bothered to remember his favourite food, no one had ever cooked for him before...

YN: I do Mr jeon...and I will always. Because I'm not anyone Hm... Im your wife...

He freezes, the sound of your words ringing in his ears. You...you remember because you're his wife. His heart pounds in his chest at the reminder, the reality of your relationship like a jolt to his senses

Jk: "R-right...you're my wife...

The words taste like both a blessing and a curse on his tongue, reminding him of the complexities of their situation.

He takes another spoonful of kheer, the sweetness of the dessert no match for the sweetness he feels for you.

Jk: why are you not having breakfast? Sit... have it with me...

You hesitate for a moment but you pull out the chair next to him and sit down.

Jk: "Here...have some...it's really good..."

He pushes the plate closer to you, watching intently as you pick up the spoon and scoop up some of the kheer. His eyes follow your every movement, the way your lips part, the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips... he feel every nerve in his body tense with desire...

He can barely focus on his own kheer as he watches you eat, the sight of you enjoying the dessert sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His mind begins to conjure up vivid images of your lips, your tongue, the taste of you on his tongue...

He can't stop himself from staring, his eyes glued to your lips, his body taut with tension.

Jk: lotus....

YN: Hmm ?

Jk: Can....you we have moment? (you look him confused for moment) Can I have...your fragrance...

YN: (Your heart skips)

Ms Jeon: Jungkook!

Jk: (wide eyes) Damnit! (cursed and exchange glances with you as you immediately got up)