𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

47

I debated bringing Y/n here today. 

The meeting will be about her father and the surveillance found from his estate, but I don't want her away from me. 

Not even for a moment.

She looks up at me, that sweet smile lighting her face as we reach the conference room doors. 

I hold the door open, reeling in the jealousy that claws at my throat when she rushes excitedly to her 'brothers.'

I know it was necessary to have them guard her, but the bond she's formed with them still twists something dark inside me. 

I shove it down, reminding myself she's mine—over and over—because every time she smiles at them, it feels like a brand against my skin.

I guide her to a seat at the head of the table, but as I sit, I pull her onto my lap. 

It's not just a statement—it's a warning. 

She is mine, and that will never change. 

She stiffens for a moment, a blush appearing faintly across her nose before she lets out a soft, almost inaudible giggle. 

My gaze sweeps the room, sharp and unyielding. 

"Keep your eyes off my wife," I order, my voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. "Unless you want to lose them." 

The subtle shift of gazes around the room is immediate, except for Jin, who barely lifts a brow in response.

"Jungkook." she murmurs, a gentle admonishment in her voice as she places a hand softly against my chest. 

Her touch is light but grounding, a tether pulling me from the edge. 

I breathe her in, pressing my forehead into the crook of her neck.

The fire inside me cools into something quieter, softer. 

Her warm, familiar scent wraps around me, calming the beast clawing at my chest. As if sensing it, she adjusts against me, relaxing into my hold.

"Alright, let's get this started," I mutter against her skin, my voice softer. 

But as I shift my attention to the room, my tone sharpens once more. 

"I'm sure you're all aware why we are here," I begin, my voice echoing off the conference room walls. 

"It's about Mr.kim and what we found from his estate." I glance at Y/n, wide-eyed with curiosity and worry. 

Without thinking, I grab a snack cake out of the inside of my pocket, open it, and hand it to her. 

Her once-worried eyes shift to excitement as she grabs it from my hand.