Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 121

I blink several times, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest when I see Jungkook's face right in front of mine.

Letting out a short scream, I quickly compose myself and glare at him.

He looks completely unbothered, as if nothing just happened.

"Good morning, babe," he says casually.

"God, you scared me!" I sigh, still recovering.

"Morning," he repeats, ignoring my reaction.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You think I'm just going to act like nothing happened yesterday?"

He tilts his head innocently. "What happened yesterday?"

"You scammed me! We're not talking until you give me my money back," I pout.

Jungkook runs a hand through my messy hair, completely unfazed. "Go wash your face. Let's have breakfast together downstairs."

"I don't want to eat," I mumble, and burry my face into the pillow sleepily.

"There's lobster," he says nonchalantly.

I blink. "Lobster? In the morning? You're kidding."

"I asked the chef to make it part of the breakfast menu," he says.

I scoff. "Who eats lobster for breakfast? That's weird."

"It's not weird."

"Then what do they make it into?"

"Come down and see," he says before grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

"Jungkook, no," I protest, but he's already dragging me to the bathroom.

He doesn't wait for permission—he just picks up the toothpaste and squeezes a generous amount onto the brush, before gently but firmly brushing my teeth, as if it's just another routine.

"Hmph!" I frown, my pride kicking in as I take the toothbrush from him, brushing my teeth on my own with a little more force than necessary.

I spit and quickly finish, eager to regain some sense of independence.

But before I can step away, Jungkook turns on the faucet and wets my face with warm water

"What are you doing?" I frown.

"Helping you clean your face," he says, rubbing in the cleanser like it's completely normal.

"I can do it myself," I mutter, turning to the mirror to finish washing up.

Jungkook grabs a towel, gently patting my face dry before taking my hand and leading me downstairs to the dining room. 

When we arrive, he pulls out a chair for me, and I sit, watching as the chef himself steps forward to serve the food. That's unusual—normally, the housekeepers handle this. 

"Lady, the breakfast's menu includes lobster tacos, lobster risotto, lobster omelet, and lobster scrambled eggs," the chef announces, carefully placing each dish in front of me. 

I blink at the sheer excess. Lobster everything?

But it's the lobster scrambled eggs that nearly make me cry. Who in their right mind turns such an expensive delicacy into scrambled eggs?

Slowly, I turn my head toward Jungkook. He's sitting at the end of the table, just to my right, watching me intently. His expression is smug, waiting for me to be impressed—waiting for some kind of reaction. 

"You're insane, Jungkook," I say, deadpan. 

He grins. "Anything for my dear wife." 

"Anything but money," I mutter under my breath, stabbing at the risotto with my fork.