You're married to the Cold Ceo but who's a Mafia King in Disguise (J.J.K FF)

Part 9 🌸

FIRST MORNING TOGETHER:

Y/n woke up with a gentle smile, her heart full of hope and optimism.

Despite the arranged marriage, she believed her parents had made the right decision for her own good.

She trusted their judgment and was determined to make the best of this new chapter with he dear hubby.

As she got dressed, she couldn't help but think of Jungkook, her new husband.

She wondered what he was like, what he liked, and what made him smile.

She hoped they could build a life together, filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect.

Downstairs, Jungkook was already having breakfast, his expression stern and focused on his phone.

Y/n's entrance caught his attention, and he looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her bright smile and sparkling eyes.

Y/n: Good morning Jungkook-shi, I hope you slept well. *melodic tone*

Jungkook grunted a response, his eyes already back on his phone.

Y/n didn't let it deter her; she sat down beside him, her presence radiating warmth and kindness.

Y/n poured herself a cup of coffee as the maids served her breakfast and she  began to chat with Jungkook, asking him about his interests and hobbies.

Jungkook, taken aback by her genuine curiosity, found himself opening up to her in small ways.

As they ate breakfast together, Y/n's warmth and kindness slowly chipped away at Jungkook's defenses.

He couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed or the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back.

For the first time, Jungkook saw Y/n not just as a duty or an obligation, but as a person – a beautiful, vibrant person who deserved his attention and care.

As they finished breakfast, Y/n reached out and gently touched Jungkook's hand.

Y/n: I'm glad we're doing this, Jungkook. I think we could be happy together. *soft smile*

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at her touch, and he felt a flutter in his chest.

No one had ever touched him with such kindness and affection before.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on Y/n's bright smile, but his expression remained stoic.

He couldn't let his guard down, not even for a moment.

The mafia world he inhabited was unforgiving, and vulnerability was a luxury he couldn't afford.

Y/n, oblivious to the danger that lurked beneath Jungkook's surface, continued to radiate warmth and kindness.

She chatted effortlessly, sharing stories and laughter, trying to bridge the gap between them.

Jungkook listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed every word, every gesture.

He searched for hidden motives, for any sign of deception.

But Y/n's innocence and sincerity were like a beacon, piercing through his defenses.

Still, he refused to yield.He had built his walls too high, too strong.

It would take more than a few gentle touches and warm smiles to bring them down.

As the days passed, Y/n's persistence began to chip away at Jungkook's resolve.

He found himself looking forward to their conversations, anticipating her laughter, and craving her presence.