hís wífє σnlч // p.jm

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"okay I know I said that I didn't care about him but what is taking him so long?" Somin sighed, walking back and forth.

The constant ringing of the doorbell pulled Somin out of her train of thoughts. The worry in her slowly vanished, imagining Jimin behind the wood door.

"what took you so long?" Jimin complained taking long steps to the kitchen.

"I was busy" Somin replied.

"with?" the male quizzed.

"packing, we're leaving tomorrow, remeber?" she lied biting her inner cheeks.

"oh yeah...we're staying for another week" he chirped and Somins jaw fell on the floor.

"what- why and what about the company? We can't just take another week off" she blurted out.

"It was my moms doing, Taehyung is still looking after the company and actually I can do what I want, it's my company" Jimin paused, watching his wifes reaction, he then continued "aren't you happy to stay here for a little longer...with me?"

"w-what? I- I mean yeah I'm happy to stay here longer but it's not really necessary"  Somin explained a little unsure.

"it is Somin, believe me it is" at that Somins eye widened.

"what are you implying on Jimin?" her eyebrows furrowed.

"you'll see, just be patient my little wifey" Jimin gave her one sly smirk and walked upstairs.

A chill ran down Somins spine, even thinking about what he planned made her cringe and her skin crawl.

"what's for dinner?" Jimins voice rang from upstairs.

"I haven't cook anything yet" she shouted back.

"okay" his footsteps echoed through the house, till he reached where she stood.

"Sit down I'll make something to eat" Jimin announced and clapped his hands.

"no it's okay, I'll make something" the wife argued, knowing very well that he won't allow that.

"afraid you'll fall in love with my cooking?" Jimin teased.

"more like afraid to get food poisoning" Somin mocked, receiving a frown.

"hmm if that's the issue...let's...let's bet on something" this comment screamed 'warning' but she decided to ignore it.

"deal" Somin challenged.

"so what do you want?" he questioned.

'what do I want...God...what do I really want?'

"Shoes? Clothes? Jewelry?Cars... a new house?" Jimin stressed but Somin was not that type of girl, not to mention that she already had everything, plus she was an independent woman. If she needed anything she'd buy it herself.

"what am I? Some barbie?" she rolled her eyes.

"a doll" Jimin whispered so low that only he could hear.

"Ah Yes! I think know what I really want" smirking Somin waited for his response.

"what?" a groan slipped out of his mouth.

'let's see how serious you are about the 'us' thing'

"If I win, you'll cancel the extra week and we'll fly back home tomorrow, without any tantrums aaand you'll be my servant for a week"

"hmm- deal!" he chuckled but it soon formed into a wicked smirk.

"you just agree?" she asked but got nothing as answer.