MY WIFE

CHAPTER: 32

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Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of his casual beige sweater before running a hand through his perfectly tousled brown hair. A slight smile played on his lips as he admired his reflection, feeling strangely excited about another day at the restaurant.

Jin, standing by the door with his arms crossed, let out a deep sigh. “Are you for real right now?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re literally a mafia boss, Taehyung. Why the hell do you want to work at some tiny restaurant?”

Taehyung smirked as he sprayed a little cologne on his wrist. “It’s not just any tiny restaurant, hyung. It’s his tiny restaurant.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “First of all, it’s not his restaurant. He just hangs out there. Second, it’s been weeks! Who’s going to handle the team while you’re out playing chef?”

Taehyung turned to him with a knowing smile. “Obviously, you. You’re my right-hand man, aren’t you?”

Jin looked at him in complete disbelief, his jaw slightly dropping. “You—” He inhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “You’re impossible.”

Before he could say another word, Taehyung grabbed his coat and made his way to the door. “Bye, hyung! Handle things while I’m gone!” he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hallway.

Jin let out another exhausted sigh, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
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Jungkook was in the kitchen, helping Yuri chop vegetables, when the familiar chime of the restaurant doorbell rang. He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Good morning, Yuri,” Taehyung greeted with a polite smile, placing his coat on the nearby rack. His gaze immediately shifted to Jungkook, his eyes softening slightly. “Morning, Jungkook”

Jungkook didn’t bother looking at him. “What are you doing here again?” he muttered, slicing a carrot aggressively.

Taehyung leaned against the counter, watching him with an amused smile. “I work here now, remember?”

“More like forced your way in,” Jungkook grumbled under his breath.

Yuri chuckled as she wiped her hands on her apron. “Taehyung is a hard worker, you know? He might actually become a decent chef if he keeps this up.”

Jungkook scoffed. “As if a spoiled rich prince would ever be a decent chef.”

Taehyung only smiled at the comment, completely unfazed. “Oh? Then how about a little challenge, Bun?”

Jungkook flinched at the nickname, his knife stopping mid-slice. He looked up with narrowed eyes. “What did you just call me? Didn't i told you not to call me that”

Taehyung smirked but didn’t repeat it. Instead, he grabbed an apron from the side and tied it around his waist. “How about this? We both cook the same dish, and Yuri decides which one is better.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for childish games.”

“Scared you’ll lose?” Taehyung teased, tilting his head.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Fine. Let’s do this. But don’t cry when you lose.”

Yuri clapped her hands together, clearly entertained. “Alright, boys! You’ll both make sundubu–jjigae and whoever makes the best one wins.”

They both got to work, standing side by side at the stove. Jungkook focused entirely on his dish, refusing to acknowledge Taehyung, while Taehyung, on the other hand, kept sneaking glances at him.