Painful Love | Jikook Fanfic

Part 3: Slap

Jimin's POV

"Jiminie... Wake up dear." I felt a hand caressing my head. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up.

"Jungkook!" I shouted. My face fell when I saw Aunty sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Good morning, Jiminie!" Aunty greeted me with a sad smile and with breakfast on the nightstand.

"Morning, Aunty. Thank you for the breakfast." I got up and went inside the bathroom. I stood in front of the glass. I caressed my bruised cheek. It was when Jungkook threw me across the room. I stared at myself for a while. Am I not beautiful? (A.n. No Jiminie you are the most beautiful person on this earth.) Am I not worthy of his love? Why am I the only one to get hurt? I rinsed my face with the cold water and got out of the bathroom.

"Oh Jiminie! I've kept your suit for the reception later. Eat your breakfast." Aunty said before leaving the room. I stared at my suit. It was a glittery black suit. I sighed and stared at the food. 'Did Jungkook eat his breakfast?' was the first thought to cross my mind. I quietly got out of the room and opened Jungkook's room. The same room where I found him having sex with someone else. He was sleeping and no Seoyun in sight. I was about to leave when I bumped into someone.

"Oh Aunty! You scared me! Do you know what Jungkook likes for his breakfast? And can you show me the kitchen?" I asked walking at the same time. She laughed.

"Follow me, Jiminie. And Jungkook likes honey pancakes and bacon." She showed me the kitchen. I bowed and thanked her. There was at least 3 chefs in the kitchen making food.

"Urm... Excuse me?" They all stopped doing their work and stared at me. I was always independent. I knew how to cook, to knit, to clean... In short, I knew everything. "You can all go. I'll make breakfast for Jungkook today." They stared at me for a brief moment.

"A-Are you sure, Master? No Jeon has ever put a foot in a kitchen and you-" He looked at me with widened eyes. I facepalmed myself.

"First of all, I want all the servants of this house to call me Jimin or anything but Master and secondly, yes I'm sure to set a foot in this kitchen and cook food for my husband. Now please go and relax somewhere." I calmly instructed. They all laughed and nodded. An old chef came up to me.

"I'm pretty sure you are the only one that can change Master. God bless you, Jimin." He whispered. I smiled at him and got to work.

-30 mins later-
Jungkook's POV

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Damn that smell. It was so addictive. It smells so good.

"Seoyun?" I turned around and noticed she wasn't here. Maybe she was the one cooking the food. I smiled and went to freshen up and put on a simple white shirt. I noticed my suit for this evening was already in my cupboard. I huffed in annoyance. Let these few weeks pass and I swear I'll divorce him and marry my Seoyun. I got down and as I was passing the good smell was becoming more strong. I walked pass the kitchen and saw that it was the slut who was cooking food and not Seoyun. My blood was boiling at his single sight. He looked so pink and beautiful. I shook my head continuously. I was walking in the corridor, all the passing servants bowed to me. I sat down at my dining table and ordered them to cook food for me.

"Jungkookie! Here I made your favorite breakfast. I hope you like it." He placed the food in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at the food. It was indeed my favorite one and it looked delicious. But I couldn't eat the food prepared by a slut. I grabbed the plate and smashed it on the floor. He flinched at my action and stared at me with wide eyes.

"What? Do you fucking think I would eat food cooked by a slut like you?! Never! I would rather die than to eat your food! Lee-eun! Give all the food he prepared to the dogs and make sure he never enters the kitchen without my permission. Stupid whore!" I shouted as he kept crying. Why did my heart hurt when I shouted at him? Why was I wanting to taste his food? Argh!! That slut.