Affectionate ✔️

Baby

"This was a nice dinner, Mrs. Jeon. I had fun." And that was a lie you're blurting.

"We are very glad, very honored to have you with us tonight Sweetheart. Your things are transferred to the room beside Jungkook's. He'll take you there. Jungkook, you know what to do." Mr. Jeon said as he looked at Jungkook who's drinking his last bits of wine.

You smiled and bowed lightly to the gentleman. He's as good looking as his son but to the sadly fact, their son never got his father's good traits.

"Oh dear! I am very glad to have you under our roof now." Mrs. Jeon said and hugged you. You gave the same tightness and bowed to her making the greatest smile.

"But sadly, for the next two weeks of the preparation for your wedding we weren't able to be here for you." Mrs. Jeon said sadly. You heaved out a sigh.

"You see.. your Papa have some business trips from Japan to Thailand and we really made the date free for my son and our lovely daughter." She assured you.

Jungkook stood up from his seat and that's your sign to leave because you really don't care about anything. But since they were being nice to you, you can't just dash out and the man escorting you to your room is very pleasant.

"Don't you worry, Paisley-sshi. I will leave my personal assistant to you. He knew the details." Mr. Jeon said as Jungkook waited for you.

Well, at least he decided to wait for you. Before exactly leaving the old couple, you bowed and greeted them a nice night.

It was silent. It was uncomfortable for you but Jungkook on the other hand, liked the air. He loved shy and sweet girls.

Thinking you were like those submissive girls he have laying on his bed, you are not. You are the opposite of what he's thinking.

"So baby, how's your trip?" He said and stared carefully on your form. Liking the fact that he can have a clear vision of your cleavage from the side.

He examined all the details about you. The mole under your lip similar to his but different on the position, the toned tanned body, and the cherry lips with the hazel eyes. He couldn't wait to see more of those great features of yours as he will examine more of your body.

"Wonderful." You replied curtly.

My charms are not that enough? Those were the man's thoughts. He silently bit his lip and chuckled it off.

"Good to hear, baby-"

"Will you stop calling me baby?" You said and stopped in front of the man. That caught him off guard.

"You don't like it? Everyone liked it when I call them baby." He mumbled, now feeling a bit uncomfortable because of how you are stoic.

"I'm not like everyone, Jungkook. If you want this marriage to work. Man up, and stop acting like a child because I will not tolerate children who act wrongly." For the first time in his life, he shivered from the words coming from you.

His brows knitted remembering how you just called him a child. He angrily glared at you.

You remembered how he talked to his parents, not respecting them and stuff and it boils your blood. Responding bluntly and emphasizing how he never liked the idea of marrying an old lady like you, that's what he said.

"I am not a child!" He barked angrily and you don't know if you both were heard from downstairs or not where his parents are.

"Really? Look at yourself and then tell me you're not. Because from how you just acted a while ago? You're a freaking child." You calmly scolded getting his nerves to boil because of how stubborn you are.

"Is it my fault that you're old?" He laughed and you rolled your eyes. Your eyes squinting because of how angry you are.

"It is not my fault that you are not mature enough." You said as a matter of factly.

"You know, Ms. Wang. I am trying to get closer to you but it seems you are not willing to cooperate with the foundation we should build, for our parents. I think you are the one acting childish here." He calmed down a bit but by the looks of his veins, he is not that pleased.

You gulped hearing him.

"We can divorce." You stated making his brows knit. You felt nervous seeing his displeased expression.

He doesn't like the idea of divorce? You are scared of the thought. But soon, his smile appeared giving shivers to you. He liked the idea you just insisted.

"You're correct, Paisley. We can divorce." Your eyes squeezed when you heard him mutter your name.

"Respect me, at least." You raised your brows and it got him smiling. Probably, smirking.

"Noona." You gulped.

There's this something you felt from your tummy hearing the charming man in front of you call you that. Finally noticing the less distance you both have, his baby face can never be unnoticed.

His kissable almost feminine-like lips, that tall nose, his dark ebony eyes that are very expressive, and his disheveled hair who knows what happened to them.

"Where's my room?" You uttered getting yourself out of your own imagination or much better, fantasy.

You heard a light chuckle from the kid behind you making you roll your eyes and face him with your eyebrows raised.

"What the hell are you laughing about?" You said and he shook his head bitting his lip to control his laughter.

"I'm your husband in two weeks. You can easily just tell me how handsome I am." Your eyes widen hearing him. You huffed and sigh and crossed your arms.

"Are you taking me to my room or not?" With the smirk he have, he walked pass you and escorted you to your room.

"Here's your room." He opened the door for you to enter. You entered silently and as you do he managed to whisper out words.

"You are so hot, Noona."