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☆ New husband☆Jay ☆

"Your room is already set up for you; call for Heeseung and he'll take you there."
Jay stated without giving you a second glance, loosening his tie and shrugging his suit jacket off.

The wedding reception ended barely an hour ago, and he was already trying to distance himself from you.

If it was up to him, he would've just signed the papers at a courthouse, but your family wanted a traditional wedding, so his hands were tied.

This entire marriage was for appearances; by marrying you, he was marrying one of the most powerful corporations next to his.
Your father proposed the deal, and while he was reluctant, it was too good of an offer to pass.

The doors to his room slammed shut behind him as he stalked to the dresser and opened himself a can of beer.

It was going to be a long night, and he wanted to finish the drink before his new wife tried her hand at knocking at his door and pestering him.

He quickly finished the drink; the liquid burned his throat, but the numbness it brought him was more than worth the discomfort.

He would have loved to have another, but if you decided to show up, he'd hate having your first real look at him to be completely drunk and agitated.

With a heavy sigh, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to relieve the tension building.

He was too wound up, too on edge. He didn't know what it was about you that pissed him off so much.

The door suddenly creaked open, and for a second he thought you decided to confront him sooner than expected, but instead he was greeted by the sight of his butler, Heeseung.

His shoulders relaxed automatically.
Heeseung was one of the few people who didn't make his skin crawl whenever they were around him.

"She's crying, Jay," Heeseung told him, looking disappointed like an upset father.

Jay stiffened. He didn't want to hear that you were crying; he didn't want anything to do with it at all.

"Why is she crying?" He grumbled irritably, knowing this was going to lead into a lengthy conversation that he was more than willing to cut short.

"It's her wedding night," Heeseung explained with a disapproving look, which was the equivalent of a giant neon sign that spelled out you're being an ass to Jay.

He knew that; he knew this was supposed to be a night that you were supposed to experience with affection and care, but this wasn't a real marriage.

He didn't sign the papers to have someone on his arm to brag about.

"She's young," Heeseung continued with a tired huff, "and she got married on the same day she turned of age. She just seems upset. She misses her family."

Jay pinched his nose in irritation at Heeseung's explanation. He knew he was supposed to offer you some comfort, but he had zero desire to comfort and console you.

He had no idea how to even go about doing so; to say he was terrible at emotional comfort would be the biggest goddamn understatement of the year.

"So what am I supposed to do?" He asked through gritted teeth, rubbing the bridge of his nose in thought. "Give her tissues and pat her head as she sniffles and buries her face into my chest?"

"That couldn't hurt," Heeseung suggested, knowing how bad Jay was in emotional situations.

He had offered to help many times in the past, but the billionaire was more than content wallowing in his depression and anger.
"I think it would mean a lot to her if you were to offer some sort of physical comfort. Just be there for her."

Jay's jaw tensed at the statement; he didn't want to be there for you. He wanted to sit and relax and be left alone.

This was one of the few times he could get some time to himself, and he hated the thought of sacrificing that.

"Fine," he grumbled, standing up and raking a hand through his hair. He wasn't about to get into an argument with Heeseung tonight. "Where is she?"

"In her room," Heeseung said with a knowing smile; he wasn't stupid enough to expect Jay to willingly comfort you without being forced into it.

That man would gladly have you suffer alone until you stopped crying before offering any form of emotional support.

"Don't be rude." His bulter added as he led the way out of Jay's room and towards yours, knowing his young charge's tendency to be a heartless ass.

Jay rolled his eyes at the older man's comment. Of course, he wasn't going to be rude. He would give you some pathetically mediocre form of comfort and then return to his room, where he would be free to lock himself away.

He followed silently behind Heeseung until they reached your room; the sound of your cries could already be heard from down the hallway.

Jay paused in front of your door, looking at the wood that separated the two of you. His nose wrinkled in distaste; the idea of walking into your room and having to comfort you while you bawled your eyes out was nothing less than torturous.

He clenched his jaw in irritation; he could always ditch and go back to his room, but Heeseung was giving him a very firm glare that seemed to say, go comfort your wife or else.

You heard the door open and look over, seeing Jay.

Jay's heart clenched at the sight of your reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He knew he shouldn't feel guilty for anything; this was an arranged marriage, and he never once had any intention of being an affectionate or supportive husband, but seeing you in a crying mess was difficult to say the least.

He took a step into your room, feeling incredibly awkward and trying to formulate what he was supposed to say or do in this situation.

"What do you want?" You asked trying to hold your tears

Jay flinched in your sharp tone. He was not used to people being snarky with him; usually everyone bent over backward to please him, but you clearly had no intention of doing so, which both annoyed and intrigued him.

He swallowed the sharp retort of telling you that he was there to check on you; his butler was the one that urged him to come and see you. He walked over to the edge of your bed and leaned against the wall.

"I was just checking to see if you were okay," he answered instead as his face grew indifferent.

"Well im okay"

Jay's indifference faltered at the short response. You were clearly not okay and were just lying to him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't, not after seeing you in this sorry state.

He decided to take a risk and pushed himself off the wall, taking a seat at the edge of your bed and hoping you wouldn't bite his head off for daring to invade your personal space.

Jay felt even more unsure and restless as his weight dipped into the mattress.