Trouble Tamer

49. You Want It? You Get It.

Late Evening – Around 8 P.M.

Jungkook flopped back onto the massive bed, limbs spread like a starfish, eyes dull from bingeing three entire web series back-to-back. The only sound in the room was the occasional ding from his phone and the soft whoosh of the ceiling fan. For someone as energetic and mischievous as him, boredom was a personal form of hell.

He huffed.

And puffed.

And rolled around for dramatic effect.

His phone lay beside him, screen dim, until he lazily reached out and unlocked it.

"What does one even do when their husband is married more to his goddamn company than to him?"

He groaned into the pillow before flipping onto his back. "I should be living my dream life—handsome husband, endless free time, credit cards with no limits... But no! Instead, I’m left to rot in boredom while that idiot locks himself in meetings all day."

With a grumble, Jungkook reached out for the laptop kept nearby and opened browser, clicking mindlessly into one tab after another. "What even is a quarterly return report? Why did I even ask him about his day if I was going to get a two-hour explanation on analytics and market behavior?"

A dramatic sigh left him as he opened yet another online shopping site, not really looking to buy anything but more to pass the time.

"Not shopping," he muttered to himself. "Surfing. I'm surfing. Like a calm, collected ocean man, not a lonely husband digging through thirty tabs of designer soap dispensers."

But the truth was—he was spiraling. Just a little.

A pout formed on his lips as a very specific memory came flooding back. That moment. That horribly humiliating moment.

His "seduction attempt."

"Hyung," he muttered, mimicking his own sultry voice. "You’ve been working too hard..." He buried his face into his hands and let out a muffled scream. "Ugh! I sounded like I was starring in some low-budget drama."

And the way Taehyung laughed. Jungkook's eye twitched.

Not chuckled. Not giggled softly. No. That man had full-on cackled.

Jungkook rolled onto his side, poking aggressively at the plush throw pillow beside him. "I wore a silk shirt, okay? And no one, I repeat, NO ONE wears silk shirts unless they mean business."

He sat up abruptly. "And what did I get in return? A head pat. A literal. Head. Pat."

His fingers jabbed the keys angrily as he scrolled through a catalog of pointless gadgets.

"I should be in a passionate, sexy, movie-worthy romance," he continued ranting to himself. "I should be pressed up against a wall somewhere, making out with my ridiculously hot CEO husband like a lead in those K-Dramas."

"But no. I’m married to Kim Taehyung. The man who wears three-piece suits even while home, calls me bun like I’m five, and doesn’t even flinch when I try to seduce him!"

He stared at a listing for a ‘Smart Electric Foot Warmer’ and considered buying it just to throw at Taehyung next time he giggled.

And yet… and yet…

That man also kissed his forehead every night, made him tea when he had cramps, and slipped little notes into the fridge just to make him smile.

Ugh. He was slipping within minutes. And it was infuriating.

Jungkook tapped his screen harder. "I’m not giving up. If he won’t fall for voice modulation and accidental touching, then I’ll find something he can’t ignore."