Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#61 Jeon Seol

Four years later

Missed you all 🦋🖤

"Jungkook leave me." Y/n who has been held tightly by her husband from the back, pleaded. Though her voice was firm, yet laced with irritation. How can she not be angry? When her extra clingy husband isn't letting her go from the past ten minutes.

"No! Neither you are going anywhere nor am I. Let's change our dresses." With the firm declaration he started to push her towards the closet. While, y/n was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean we are not going anywhere?" She inquired turning around which he thankfully let her.

"Do you really think I would allow you to go outside looking like this?" His gaze checked her from top to the bottom which slightly made her nervous and insecure.

"What do you mean by looking like this? Am I not looking good?" Her voice stammered. Just when she is about to turn to check herself in mirror, his finger hooked under her chin while the arm placed on her waist secured her figure.

"Good? Darling! I may not have enough words to describe how beautiful you are looking. You are just so fascinating. It took my breath away at the same time the thought hurts me that so many pairs of eyes are gonna behold this gorgeous sight. So for the world peace and safety, you won't be attending today's function and will spend time with your husband." Jungkook stopped with a satisfied hum. However, his brows were pinched in a visible frown.

Meanwhile, y/n blinked being dumbfounded. She was unable to believe what she just heard. Is her husband ok?

Though it kinda off warmed her head but somewhere she found it too funny by the way the mafia portrayed his words with that tiny pout which she could be able to see as she was standing close to him.

Her lips quivered and before she could stop herself, she burst into a loud laughter. She laughed so hard that at one point her eyes turned misty oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her slightly bewildered.

"You are such a funny man, Jeon. Oh my!" The mafia was confused as hell at this point. What type of hilarious joke did he said that his wife is laughing like this? Didn't he sounded firm or is there something wrong with this face? Wasn't he looking scary enough?

With all these questions in his mind, the mafia slightly tilted to his right where the mirror is at some distance to check what's actually wrong with him. Unmindful of his actions he starts to step forward, running his ring cladded fingers across his chin, his narrowed gaze assessed his own reflection in the mirror.

Definitely not looking like a joker or ugly.

The mafia clicked his tongue being satisfied as he ran his fingers through the thick set of hair, settled perfectly.

Rather quite the opposite.

His lips lifted up into a proud smirk as the mafia continued to admire himself, forgetting the fact that he is not alone in the room.

The flicking of fingers brought him back from his self-admiration phase to reality. His gaze shifted from the mirror to his wife now standing to his side, staring at him with a questioning gaze.

Clearing his throat he faced her, feeling his ears getting warm. "Hopefully, I am not third-wheeling here." Y/n commented, trying to stifle her laugh which add more to the mafia's embarassment.

"I was just checking my look." Jungkook attempted to hide the fact that he was basically drooling on his own self.

"You mean admiring? Sure!" She mocked later giggled seeing his ears turning red.