Fuck it, ILY

RAMEN (18+)

Jia's POV

We had just returned from dinner, and as soon as we walked into the penthouse, the familiar chaos started brewing. Everyone always assumes that I'm the dominant one in my relationship with Taehyung—probably because of the way I handle things in public, my quick comebacks, and, well, my sharper-than-normal teeth that Nien keeps teasing me about. But only my dear husband knows who the real boss is when the bedroom door closes. Let's just say appearances can be deceiving, but we'll move on from that topic for now.

After dinner, I was standing by the kitchen counter, chatting with Jungkook about tomorrow's plans. We had made arrangements to go swimming at Jeju Beach, and he seemed genuinely excited. His eyes lit up whenever we talked about anything active or outdoorsy. "Hyung, you better be ready to see me show off my freestyle," he said, all proud and confident. I just chuckled because Jungkook was always so full of energy, no matter what time of day it was.

While we were busy planning, a full-blown argument broke out between Jimin and Ella. Of course, it was about something as small as ramen, but anyone who knows them would understand that food battles between those two are no joke. Jimin had apparently snuck into the kitchen earlier and swiped the last pack of ramen, and Ella, well, Ella was not having it.

Jungkook and I quickly made our way to the couch, where Nien was already sitting, her expression amused. We settled in, ready to watch the unfolding drama like it was the biggest match of the year. I glanced at Jungkook, and he gave me that mischievous grin of his, clearly as entertained by this situation as I was. Nien's eyes flickered with excitement too, though I could tell she was leaning more toward Ella's side.

Jimin, armed with the last pack of ramen, stood his ground like a stubborn warrior. "I got it fair and square!" he declared, holding the ramen like it was a trophy. Ella, on the other hand, wasn't backing down. She narrowed her eyes at him and said in the calmest but scariest tone possible, "Put. It. Down. Now."

And then, just like that, Ella threw a pillow across the room, hitting Jimin square in the chest. It wasn't a soft, gentle toss—it was the kind of throw that said, I mean business.

"Ohh, it's on now," I whispered, nudging Nien. Jungkook snickered beside me, his eyes flickering between the two like he was watching the most intense tennis match.

Jimin, ever the dramatic one, clutched his chest where the pillow had hit him, as if it had wounded him deeply. "Is this how you treat your fiancé?" he asked, fake-offended. Ella didn't even flinch. She crossed her arms and raised a single eyebrow, daring him to say more.

The tension in the room was palpable. I glanced at Nien, and she was completely engrossed in the battle. Her lips were twitching, trying to hide her smile, but I could tell she was secretly rooting for Ella.

"Who do you think's gonna win?" I asked, turning to Jungkook.

"Ella, obviously," Jungkook said without hesitation. "Jimin doesn't stand a chance. I've seen that look in her eyes before."

Nien rolled her eyes at Jimin's theatrics, and I couldn't help but laugh. Jimin loved pushing buttons, but when it came to food, Ella was not one to mess with. The argument escalated when Jimin started retreating toward the kitchen with the ramen, probably thinking he could make a quick escape.

"You better not take another step, Jimin," Ella warned, her voice dangerously low.

It was at that moment that Taehyung walked out of the bedroom, looking groggy and confused. "What's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, nothing much," I said casually. "Just Jimin and Ella fighting over ramen."

Taehyung blinked a few times, processing the situation, and then yawned. "I'll let you guys handle it. I'm too tired for this," he mumbled, disappearing back into the bedroom.