The 80's were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook. **INSPIRED BY TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE

Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it'd be. Especially when you're having a two year old toddler. ⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, angst, smut disclaimer: please, be aware this series contains mature content such as strong language and smut yoongi x reader, divorce au

"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat. "I'm not yours." I hissed back. He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thinning because he never tired of testing it all the time. "As long as you're carrying my name, you are, wife," he whispered, his gaze falling to my lips. Warning: This story contains mature language and scenes - discretion is advised

"No private conversations in my company, Ms. Carlson," he says coldly, making me gasp silently at the accusation. "Concentrate on your work. I'm not paying you for nothing." I don't even have time to say anything in return as I have to watch his back while he walks away, not even giving me a chance to respond to his rudeness. Warning: This story contains mature language and themes - reader discretion is advised