From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨COLD WATER AND BROKEN CERAMICS✨

The next morning, I was starving.I trudged downstairs, hoping for some semblance of normalcy. Maybe, just maybe, Jungkook had enough human decency to cook for both of us. Wishful thinking.

As I entered the dining room, I saw him sitting at the table, enjoying a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee—the whole damn feast. Relief washed over me. At least there was food. Or so I thought.

I strolled into the kitchen, expecting to find my plate waiting, but instead... nothing. Frowning, I opened cabinets—empty. No extra food, no leftovers, not even a single damn crumb.

I turned to him, irritation bubbling up. "Where's the food?"

Jungkook didn't even glance up from his plate. "I cooked for myself." He took a slow sip of his coffee. "You cook for yourself."

Oh. Oh, hell no. I clenched my teeth, my grip tightening around the cabinet handle. This is how it was going to be? Like we were two petty-ass roommates instead of a married couple stuck in this ridiculous situation?

Fine.

I yanked a pot from the cupboard and got to work. If he wanted a war over breakfast, I was more than ready to fight. The sound of boiling water filled the kitchen as I threw in the ramyeon, stirring aggressively, imagining it was his face.

Jungkook sauntered in, his presence as irritating as his existence. He placed his dirty plate in the sink. Did he wash it? No. He just dumped it like some entitled prince, fully expecting me to clean up after him. I refused.

Instead, I focused on my food, ignoring the way he hovered in the kitchen like he owned the place. Once the ramyeon was ready, I grabbed a bowl and stalked into the living room, plopping down on the chair across from him. If he was going to be an ass, I'd make sure to enjoy my food right in front of him.

The broth was warm, comforting after this chaotic morning. I could feel Jungkook's gaze on me, his jaw twitching slightly as I took slow, dramatic bites.

Oh, was he regretting not making extra now? I smirked. Good. 

Just as I was starting to enjoy my meal, the doorbell rang. Loud. Abrupt. It startled me so badly that my hand jerked, knocking my bowl off the table.

CRASH.

The bowl shattered into pieces, broth splattering across the floor. I froze.

Jungkook's laptop snapped shut, his body going rigid before he slowly stood up. His expression darkened in an instant, the temperature in the room seemingly dropping.

"What the hell, Y/N?" His voice was sharp, dripping with irritation. "Can you not do anything right? First, you irritated me, and now you're trashing the house? Clean it up."

I swallowed down my immediate urge to throw something at his head. Instead, I knelt down, hurriedly picking up the broken ceramic pieces, my hands shaking slightly—not from guilt, but from anger.

"You're seriously getting pressed over a bowl?" I muttered under my breath.

Wrong move. "What was that?" His voice turned lethal.

I gritted my teeth. "Nothing."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Before I could retort, a smooth voice cut through the tension like a knife.

"Jungkook, that's enough."

Both of us froze. Turning toward the doorway, I found a tall man leaning against the frame. Well-dressed. Effortlessly cool. Handsome as hell.