𝐌𝐫. 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 || 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐅

💍𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟. 26💍

Jin stared at them in confusion but before he could press further, Jungkook’s phone rang, a lifeline in the growing tension. He answered it quickly, eager to change the topic.

"I have a big presentation to join today in the art gallery," Jungkook said, his tone brisk, though his smile never left his face. "Darling, would you like to come?"

"Stop calling me that, how many times do I have to say it?" Jin snapped, rolling his eyes but secretly intrigued by the idea of going out. "Hmm, I’m bored, maybe I’ll go. But only if you let Jimin come too!"

Jungkook smiled, clearly relieved. "Of course, you both can come. There will be many guests. My cousin will be there too." With that, he hurried off to take the call, leaving the room just as the tension began to build again.

Jin leaned back, puzzled. "What’s our deal with his cousin?" he wondered aloud, momentarily distracted by the sudden shift in conversation. He had almost forgotten the question that had been burning inside him moments ago.

Without Jungkook around, Jin finally allowed himself to fully enjoy the coffee he had been pretending to dislike. He sipped it slowly, savoring the perfect blend of bitterness and sweetness, the warmth soothing his previous frustration.

Meanwhile, Jimin let out a deep, relieved breath, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He had dodged a bullet. Jin didn’t seem to remember the uncomfortable question anymore, and Jimin was all too happy to avoid explaining whatever it was that had happened between him and Jungkook that day.

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"Woahhh!"

Jimin was stunned as he entered the luxurious car, his eyes wide as he took in the opulence around him. The car was sleek and shiny, its leather seats plush and comfortable. He couldn’t resist whispering, "Wow… a billionaire’s car really is something else."

He admired the interior, running his fingers lightly over the fine leather. Jin, standing beside him, rolled his eyes, even though he secretly liked the car just as much. But, of course, Jin would never show it. He couldn’t afford to let Jungkook know that anything about him made Jin happy.

Jin stepped forward, ready to slide into the backseat with Jimin, determined to avoid Jungkook as much as possible. But just as he was about to sit down, Jungkook's hand gently touched his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Why don't you sit with me?" Jungkook asked, his voice smooth, calm, and commanding, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down Jin's spine, locked onto Jin's with a gaze that almost seemed to see right through him.

Jin frowned, his instinct to resist kicking in immediately. "I always do, even though I don’t like it. Now, I won’t." He crossed his arms defiantly, refusing to give Jungkook the satisfaction.

Jungkook sighed, but it was more playful than frustrated. He was always a step ahead. His smile deepened as he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering just enough to make the hairs on the back of Jin’s neck stand up.

"You know, darling... it's important for married couples to sit together in the front. It shows unity, love, and connection. Don't you want that? After all... we are married, right?"

Jin's heart skipped a beat. The way Jungkook spoke made him feel as if his words were wrapping around him like silk, smooth and impossible to escape. His smile, so confident and full of something unspoken, made Jin’s pulse quicken involuntarily. Goosebumps prickled on his arms, and he hated it.

Hated how Jungkook had this effect on him, hated how his mind would race whenever Jungkook got too close.

Jin tried to play it cool, but he could feel the warmth rising to his cheeks.

"W-What? That’s nonsense! I don’t need to sit with you to prove anything," Jin stammered, but his voice lacked the usual sharpness.

"It's not as if it's a happy marriage for me." He quickly shot a glance toward Jimin, hoping for backup.

Jimin, who had been quietly observing the scene from the backseat, covered his mouth with his hand, suppressing a knowing smile.

In his mind, Jimin was secretly enjoying every second of this.

Seeing Jin squirm under Jungkook's gaze, so flustered and obviously affected by him, made Jimin happy in a way he couldn't explain.

There was something amusing about watching these two dance around their emotions. A small part of him even hoped that his bestfriend would one day stop fighting his feelings.

Jimin chuckled softly to himself, already plotting ways to push them even closer. They’re perfect for each other, he thought, but he'd never say it out loud.

"Fine then," Jungkook said, his voice still soft but laced with amusement, as if he knew Jin was fighting a losing battle. "But just remember... when you sit beside me, you’re not just following some rule... you’re with me, where you belong."

Those words hit Jin harder than he expected. His heart pounded against his chest, and his mind raced, a flurry of thoughts and emotions he couldn’t quite name.

Unable to come up with a good retort, Jin huffed dramatically, trying to mask the effect Jungkook’s words had on him. Reluctantly, he moved to the front seat, making sure to slam the car door a harder than necessary as he sat down beside Jungkook. But even as he buckled his seatbelt, Jin could still feel Jungkook’s intense gaze on him, like the warmth of a fire he couldn’t escape.

Jungkook, now fully satisfied, started the car, his hand brushing lightly against Jin's as he shifted gears.

The casual contact sent another jolt through Jin’s body, and he clenched his fists in his lap, refusing to give Jungkook the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affected.

From the backseat, Jimin smirked, secretly enjoying every second. The car hummed to life, and as they drove off, Jimin couldn’t help but feel a quiet excitement. Maybe this is the start of something interesting, he thought.

Jin sat in the passenger seat, staring out the car window as the world zipped by, lost in his own thoughts. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his knee, and his eyes narrowed as he quietly plotted.

Hmm… this guy is so annoyingly perfect, Jin thought to himself, watching the city blur past. He’s got it all. A billionaire, respected in every corner. His presentation today is at the Art Gallery—the most prestigious one here. Everyone knows him. Everyone respects him.

Jin’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. But what if I ruined it?

His mind started racing with ideas. Yeah, yeah! I’ll make a complete fool of myself! People will be like, ‘How can the great Jeon Jungkook have such an idiot, dramatic wife?’ They’ll laugh, whisper, and maybe… just maybe, he’ll feel embarrassed enough to get angry. And then he’ll divorce me!

Jin’s eyes sparkled as his plan began to form more clearly. I could scream something ridiculous… or trip and knock over one of those stupid, expensive art pieces… or pretend to be some clueless airhead! Oh, this is perfect! If I can make him lose his cool in front of all those high-society snobs, my revenge will finally be complete!

He rubbed his hands together subtly, his face lighting up with an evil smirk that he tried to hide by turning towards the window.