Fuck it, ILY

Cherry (18+)

Jungkook's POV

My day had been a whirlwind of business meetings and strategic discussions, the kind of day where every minute was filled with decisions and plans. The conference room buzzed with ideas, voices layering over one another as we all worked to drive the company forward. Yet, even as I focused on the tasks at hand, a part of me couldn't wait for the day to end. I had something more important—more personal—waiting for me.

In the middle of an intense discussion, my phone rang, cutting through the conversation with an urgency that only one person could command. The name "Cherry 'My Wife' " flashed on the screen, and I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips. It's my private name for her, a term of endearment that holds all the love I feel for my wife.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," I said, my voice turning cold and authoritative, a stark contrast to the warmth in my heart. "Out." The room fell silent as my colleagues quickly gathered their things and left, understanding that this call was one I wouldn't be interrupted during.

Alone now, I leaned back in my chair and answered the call. The screen lit up with her face, and for a moment, my breath caught in my chest. She was a vision in a white satin gown, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. She looked ethereal, almost otherworldly, and all I could do was stare.

"You look good in everything, Cherry," I said, my voice softer now, carrying the warmth I reserve only for her. My eyes traced the lines of the gown, taking in every detail of how it accentuated her beauty.

Her lips were caught between her teeth in that familiar nervous gesture, and she twirled in front of the mirror. "Do you think I look good in this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

I shook my head slightly, smiling at how she could ever doubt herself. "You look like a goddess," I replied, my words full of admiration. "If you were here, I'd worship you right now."

She giggled softly, the sound warming my heart. She turned back to the mirror, applying a bold red lipstick with steady hands despite her nerves. I couldn't help but watch, captivated by the simple act of her getting ready.

"That's going to be ruined very soon," I murmured, the words slipping out almost involuntarily.

She raised an eyebrow, her playful side emerging. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

I grinned, loving the teasing tone in her voice. "Because I won't be able to resist stealing a kiss," I admitted, imagining the moment in vivid detail. "I'll see you at the venue."

As the call ended, I found myself unable to shake the image of her in that satin dress from my mind. My day had been filled with business, but now, my thoughts revolved solely around her. The night ahead was all I could think about.

Hours later, I arrived at the party, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. She was on the dance floor, her movements fluid and graceful, the gown swirling around her like a second skin. Her energy was infectious, drawing me in until I couldn't resist joining her.

I made my way over, the music wrapping around us as I pulled her close by the waist. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement and just a hint of tipsiness.

"Having fun?" I asked, my voice low and playful.

"Too much," she giggled, leaning into me as we swayed to the music.

I watched her closely, noticing the slight stumble in her step. Concern mixed with affection as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe it's time to head home," I suggested gently.

She pouted but didn't argue, resting her head against my chest as I led her out of the venue. The cool night air hit us as we stepped outside, and she started humming the tune we had just danced to, her hand waving in the air as if conducting an invisible orchestra.