|| My Husband || j.jk ||

Chapter 5

"Jungkook?" My voice wavered at his presence.

He had this angry look at his face, "Let's go." He was about to grab my hand forcefully when I tugged away at his grasp. "Who's this, Mina?" Yoongi asked as he eyed Jungkook from head to toe. "Umm, my friend." I silently gestured him to go away but instead, he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow at me. "I'm her husband." I bit my lower lip, "Shit." Was all I could say. "Oh, should I go?" Yoongi was taken aback and stayed polite as he was. "N-No, it's alright." I dragged Jungkook out, wasn't he supposed to be with So Hye right now? "What are you doing?" I asked him, "Taking you away from that dude." I scoffed, "He's not just a dude. He's polite and kind and.. way more better than you." He flicked me on the nose, "Tch, just don't stay with him." I just rolled my eyes at him. "I stay if I want to, back off. You just wag your tail on So Hye and mind your own business." I snapped at him. "He's dangerous, for fuck's sake!" His voice sounded irritated and it shivered me, he was looking scary.

"Is everything okay here?" Yoongi stepped in, Jungkook looked at him as if he had a grudge on Yoongi. I gave Yoongi a reassuring smile, "Yeah, let's go." I held Yoongi's hand and walked away from Jungkook. "You sure?" He asked once again as I fasten my pace away from him, "Yes." We finally got in front of Yoongi's house and mine. I didn't want to go yet until I realized Yoongi's hand was tightly intertwined with mine. I blushed profusely. "Wanna go to my house, instead? I think you don't wanna go home yet.. and do you mind explaining it there?" He still had his smile on. I nodded slowly, wondering if I should or not, considering I'm married.

We got inside his living room and should I say, it was BIG AS HELL. I sat down on the comfy couch. I saw microphones and laptops and whatever technology you can find is at his living room. "You do music?" I asked as Yoongi was getting some snacks from the fridge. "Yeah, I'm a composer as you see." He chuckled, proudly. He placed down the snacks as I started opening them up like the pig I am. "Why haven't I seen you in tv yet?" I looked at him since he was sitting beside me, turning on television. "I'm really lethargic at working but I have composed some songs." I just spouted out, "Ahh." As a response. "So, mind explaining me what happened a while ago?" I looked down as my smile felt crooked with my cheeks. "I guess so.." Yoongi sat properly and waited for my story, "Well, Jungkook is my husband as you know," He nodded, "It's a complicated relationship." I groaned at myself. "Why so?" I shrugged, "It's.. a secret." I smiled at him. He pouts sadly, "Why?"

"Just because." I took another chip onto my palm and ate it slowly. My phone suddenly rang. I answered and it was Jungkook, "Where are you?" His voice was cut out at points but I could still hear his voice clearly. Yoongi had a dark expression as he heard Jungkook's voice, "None of your business. Like the rules applied, don't waste time." I whispered slowly because it would blow the contract of me and him in front of Yoongi. 'I hope he didn't hear anything.' I wished to myself. "I don't care about the rules, right now! Yoongi isn't one to spend time with." I flinched as he was sort of yelling in my ear, "How do you know his name?" I asked with a confused look, have they met before? "Because he-" Yoongi took my phone and ended the call in a flash. "Don't even put up with that guy. He's on heck of a hell." I was a bit strangled out because Yoongi took my phone as if he didn't want Jungkook to answer my question but it might also be because Jungkook got annoying. I'll just end my suspicions for now.

"I think I should go now, it's getting late." Even though it was really cozy at Yoongi's house, I still had plans. I waved at him goodbye as I entered mi casa. There, I saw Jungkook. He was looking pretty infuriated and it always scared me. "What were you thinking?" He approached me as his face furrowed. "What? I just met him and he seems nice." I mumbled the last one. "Nice? Nice?! He's a fucking stranger!" He looked very pissed. He messed his hair up before climbing upstairs to his separate bed doom. Seriously, what did I do to make him so angry? Just because I met one person. "Fine, then!" I yelled out before heading over to my bed room, also. My stomach ached for food but I just didn't wanna get up. I closed my eyes, wanting to divorce from this hell hole.