𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ✅

23 | difficulty? 🤰🏻

FEW DAYS LATER.

While you're in the kitchen preparing something, Jungkook comes in. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. You flinch and slap his hand away.

Jk: (Surprised, clutches his arm) "Did you just slap me? Are you serious?"

YN: "Just have lunch. Don't try to get anything else now, Mr. Jeon."

He pouts and moves closer, pressing against you and wrapping his arms around your hips. He starts kissing your neck and murmuring,

Jk: "I'm not hungry for food. I'm hungry for you."

YN: (gasp) "Let me cook, Mr. Jeon. I'm trying to make something for Mom."

Jk: ( groans and continues to kiss your neck, holding you tighter.) "I don't want you to cook. I want you all to myself," ( softly, his lips trailing along your jawline.)
"Baby...I can't resist you. I want you, right here, right now."

YN: (Protesting) "H-ere..."

Jungkook: (Chuckling) "Are you really going to argue with your husband right now? You care more about your soup than me?" (Sulk and Bite your earlobe) "Baby, c'mon. You really care about your soup more than me right now?"

You: (Closing your eyes) "Someone will-"

Jungkook: (Interrupting) "Ssshh

He lifts you onto the counter, but you jump down immediately.

You: "Not here... We cut veggies here."

Jungkook grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He steps closer to you, his body pinning you against the counter.

JK: "Oh, you're concerned about the veggies now, huh?" (He cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.)

YN: "It's not funny... here... no!" ( gasp as he pins you against the counter.)

JK: "I'll make you forget about those damn veggies..."

With that, he slips inside you while kissing your lips. He moves even closer to you, pressing his body against yours.

JK: "God, you feel so good, baby..."

He murmurs against your lips, his voice a low, ragged whisper.

🌚 After that.

He rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He looks at you, his eyes darkened with desire and affection,

Jungkook: (Muttering) We should go somewhere more comfortable.

YN: I need to cook.

Jungkook: (Frustrated) lotus, seriously? You really want to cook right now?

YN: I do.

Jungkook: (Sigh) Fine, if you insist on cooking, I'll stay here.

Jungkook watches you move around the kitchen, his eyes following your every move. When you try to put on your underwear, he stops you.

Jungkook: No.

YN: Huh. J-eon... (He steps closer to you, his body pressing against yours, trapping you.)

Jungkook: You think I'm going to let you put clothes (under...g) on right now? After what we just did?

YN: ( clean the mess by the counter.)

Jungkook: I don't think you need to worry about that mess, baby. (He leans against the countertop, crossing his arms, enjoying the view of you.)

YN: Then who will clean ... Jeon you na don't have chota sa bhi sense... (Shook head)