You'll never be my bias: Jeon Jungkook one shots

Evil Jungkook

This one isn't a fan submission, but my own writing so it will be crappy compared to the last two updates xD

Jungkook's POV:

I looked over from my game to look at y/n who was still immersed in watching YouTube videos.

I huffed and tried to concentrate on my game but every time she mewled, I got curious.

Just what was so exciting for her anyway that she wasn't affected by my presence at all?

I thought over as I lost another battle.

Man, she really needs to pay attention to me or I'll keep losing...

But do I even want to know what she's watching? The last experience wasn't all that... pleasing.

My thoughts drove back to the time I caught that sinful video of Yoongi hyung.

I shivered all over and put the controller aside as my opponent's avatar danced happily on having beaten Sexbamb367.

As if anyone could beat Sexbamb367.

It's just the bomb is defused by his wife right now...

And I looked over at y/n who was beetroot red and holding her face in her hands as her eyes were fixed on the screen of her laptop.

That's it.

Sexbamb going in.

I slowly creeped on my side of the bed and looked over her shoulder.

She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice me move.

She was watching a fancam of our performance.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

She lives with us, and still fawns like a typical fangirl. What is this girl?

As soon as the video ended, she played another video without missing a heartbeat.

And my mouth literally fell open because the fancam...

The person recording the performance was close to the stage and Jimin hyung danced near the edge, giving a clear shot of his... stuff that made my wife cover her eyes, mewl and watch it nonetheless from between her fingers.

Okay, that's it!

Reaching over, I snapped the flap of her laptop shut so abruptly that she screamed, startled.

Pulling out her earphones, she sat up and looked at me.

I guess my expression was evident because she quickly blushed harder than she already was and looked at her lap.

"Was it that entertaining that you didn't even notice your own husband?," I said, clenching my teeth.

"It played by itself! Er.. autoplay..," she stuttered.

I bit back my smile at her sad excuse. "Autoplay only plays recommended videos... related to or suggested by your own searches."

"I...," she was speechless.

"I ought to punish you," I said and she gasped.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I won't watch any more BTS videos with you around! I promise!," she pleaded, afraid I'd be mad at her.

Aigoo, she's so cute... wait- with me around?

"What do you mean?," I asked and raised an eyebrow.

"I'll watch my share of BTS videos when you aren't home... so you won't feel neglected," she gave me a weak smile.

I bit my tongue. Was she really this dense? Of course she was.

She didn't think I was jealous of her ogling hyungs... she thought I was jealous of her watching videos with me around.

"No, y/n. That's not it. I don't want you to watch hyungs anymore," I said nonchalantly. I wasn't really serious although I admit, I was jealous.

"WHAT?," her voice was squeaky all of a sudden. "You can't ask me to do that!"

Oh?

"Why can't I do that?"

"Because- because you can't! I'm older than you!"

And I wanted to shout out a wave of laughter at her argument.

"I'm your husband. I think that trumps your card," I countered.

She was standing on the bed now.

Fiery y/n is back.

"You don't own me," she said in a timid voice even though she looked ready to fight me. Cute.

"Oh, sweetie, I do. You're mine. You said so yourself. You're only mine."

"But I became an ARMY first! I became ARMY before becoming your wife! That's unfair!," she protested.

The corners of my mouth twitched.

She was falling into the trap.

"Okay, how about we settle?"

She nodded slightly.

Ah, a gullible duck in the trap.

"You can watch hyungs do hip thrusts, their crotch shots, abs - whatever," I puked internally. "On one condition."

"What?"

"You make me your bias."

Bingo.

I smirked as I could literally see the gears in her simple brain get to work, processing her options.

She sat back down slowly, now biting her lip.

"If I say you're my bias, I can watch ALL of BTS, right?," she eyed me.

"You can... but why would you? I'd be your bias, wouldn't I?," I smirked again.

She frowned. "Well you aren't my bias but I still watch your videos and all..."

And my smile fell. How could she admit that to my face that I'm not her bias? Well not for long. My wife MUST have me as her bias.

"Fine. You're my bias," she said, as if giving a kid pudding to distract him from asking for candies.

I clicked my tongue.

"I can watch my videos now, right?," and she turned around to face her laptop.

Smiling at her cunning thinking, crawled across the bed towards her and leaned over her.

Then whispered in her ear, as she jumped, "Prove it to me, wife."

"What...?," she gasped.

I pecked her lips and smiled, "That I really am your bias."

Lmao I know it sucks but I was on a break from studies so I wrote this...

Part 2. Yay or nay?