MY WIFE

CHAPTER: 38

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It was the weekend afternoon, and Jungkook was lounging on the couch, absentmindedly watching TV while munching on seaweed crisps. Jimin was out, busy with work at Taehyung’s mansion with Namjoon and yoongi, leaving Jungkook alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, he glanced at his phone, hoping to see a message from Taehyung. But apart from the one Taehyung had sent in the morning—asking if he had eaten breakfast—there was nothing. He pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

Just as he opened a new pack of crisps, the doorbell rang. He frowned, not expecting anyone, but a flicker of excitement sparked in his chest. What if it was Taehyung?

Hurrying to the door, he opened it, only for his excitement to deflate slightly. Standing there with a teasing grin was Jin.

"What was that? You were expecting someone else?" Jin teased, easily catching Jungkook’s momentary change in expression.

Jungkook’s face heated up, and he quickly rolled his eyes. "Shut up, hyung."

Jin chuckled, handing Jungkook a large bag. "Here. Taehyung ordered me to deliver this to you."

Jungkook blinked, taking the bag. "For me?"

Jin nodded. "Yeah, it’s for the dinner event."

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. "Event?"

"Yes, it’s with the other mafia partners and businessmen. It’s important," Jin explained casually.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. "What?! But Taehyung didn’t tell me it was an event!"

Jin gave a nonchalant shrug. "Oh."

Before Jungkook could ask more, Jin’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, sighed, and pocketed it. "I have to go."

Jin turned to leave but paused at the doorway. Looking back at Jungkook, he smirked. "Oh, and by the way, Taehyung personally picked that outfit for you. He’ll be here to pick you up at 6 PM. Don’t be late."

With a wink, Jin left, leaving Jungkook standing there, clutching the bag. His heart skipped a beat. Taehyung picked an outfit for him?

Curious and slightly nervous, he tightened his grip on the bag and closed the door behind him.

Jungkook carried the bag straight to his room, shutting the door behind him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he quickly pulled out his phone and typed a message to Taehyung.

>Jungkook:
Why didn’t you tell me it was an event? And why would you send me a dress? You didn’t have to do that.

He stared at the screen, waiting for the "seen" notification, but nothing came. His message remained unread.

Jungkook sighed, locking his phone and setting it aside. He must be busy.

Letting out another small sigh, he turned his attention to the bag. His fingers carefully undid the ribbon tied around it before he reached inside and pulled out the dress.

The moment his eyes landed on it, he gasped.

The fabric was stunning—smooth, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful. The intricate design, the rich color, the luxurious texture—it was clear that this wasn’t just any outfit.

Taehyung had chosen this for him.

Jungkook’s fingers traced over the fabric, his heart beating a little faster.
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Latter  that evening

Jungkook was looking at himself in the mirror, wearing the outfit Taehyung had sent him—a white designer shirt paired with black bottoms. He carefully checked if everything was perfect, feeling both nervous and excited. He wanted to look good, not just because it was an important event, but because Taehyung had chosen this outfit for him.