Y/N'S POV :
The evening air was cool, laced with a hint of jasmine from the upscale shopping district Jungkook had chosen for our outing.
Everything about this place screamed luxury—from the marble-lined sidewalks to the designer storefronts glowing under soft golden lights.
Jungkook’s hand rested lightly on the small of my back as he guided me toward one of the most exclusive boutiques in the area.
“This place looks... expensive,” I said, glancing up at him.
He smirked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Good. Only the best for my wife.
I rolled my eyes playfully, though my heart fluttered at his words. It wasn’t unusual for Jungkook to spoil me, but every time he did, it still felt surreal.
The moment we stepped inside, the staff greeted us with a kind of reverence that made me slightly uncomfortable. They bowed politely, their gazes darting between Jungkook and me, clearly aware of who he was.
“Welcome, Mr. Jeon & Mrs. Jeon ,” one of them said, her tone carefully respectful. “How can we assist you and your wife today?”
“We’re just looking,” Jungkook replied smoothly, his voice calm yet commanding. He glanced at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Pick whatever you like, Y/N. Don’t hold back.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that when he said, “don’t hold back,” he meant it. Still, I began browsing, trying to focus on the stunning dresses and accessories instead of the way his presence seemed to fill the entire boutique.
As I held up a deep crimson dress, Jungkook stepped closer, his hand grazing my waist. “That one,” he said softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Try it on.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?” I teased, turning to face him.
He leaned in slightly, his dark eyes holding mine. “ As always ,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I took the dress and made my way to the fitting room. When I stepped out, his reaction was immediate. His gaze swept over me, a mix of pride and desire flashing in his eyes.
“You look... stunning,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
My cheeks warmed under his intense stare, and I smoothed the fabric nervously. “You really think so?”
Jungkook stood and closed the distance between us in two steps, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “I don’t think, Y/N. I know. You take my breath away.”
I bit my lip, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the expensive fabric. “Then I guess this one’s coming home with us,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Everything you want is coming home with us,” he replied smoothly, his thumb brushing against my cheek.
After a few more selections—mostly dresses Jungkook insisted I try—we made our way to the counter. I tried not to look at the final price, but when the total flashed on the screen, I couldn’t help but gasp.
“Jungkook,” I hissed, tugging on his sleeve. “That’s... ridiculous.”
He chuckled, handing over his black card without a second thought. “You’re worth every penny, Y/N.”
As we stepped outside, bags in hand, the city lights reflected off the sleek black car waiting for us. Jungkook opened the door for me, his movements as smooth and confident as ever.
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Mr. Jeon's Baby Girl ( Jeon Jungkook FF 🔞)
Fanfiction(on going ) "I'm not a baby "she said with a pout making him smile seeing her cute behavior "Then what you are " He said with a smirk while caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. "I'm your wife, a cute wife" she said smiling like a cute baby...
