AFTER 5 DAYS

In Jungkook’s Bedroom

Yn sat curled up in the corner of their massive bed, her delicate fingers tracing invisible patterns on the silky sheets. A deep pout formed on her lips as she battled with her thoughts. She was craving Galaxy chocolate and vanilla ice cream more than anything, but there was a problem—she didn’t have Jungkook’s number, and asking the staff felt odd.

Should she wait for the grocery buyer to make a run next month? No. That was too long. Or maybe she should just go to his office herself? But what if he was too busy and got mad at her? Her brows furrowed as she continued thinking.

Then, an idea struck her—a foolproof plan.

She clapped her hands softly. "I’ll take a lunchbox with me as an excuse. I’ll say I wanted to eat with him, and then... I’ll ask him for my chocolate and ice cream!"

Proud of her genius plan, Yn quickly changed into a soft pastel dress, packed a lunchbox with some homemade dishes, and stepped into the car. As the vehicle sped toward Jungkook’s company, nervousness gnawed at her. Was this really a good idea?

The car halted.

"Ma’am, we’ve arrived," the driver announced.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out, her eyes widening in awe at the towering glass skyscraper. It was magnificent, a reflection of her husband’s power and dominance in the business world.

As she entered the building, everyone stopped to glance at her, their whispers filling the air. But she ignored them, her goal clear.

She approached the reception desk.

"How may I help you, ma’am?" the receptionist asked politely.

"I... I want to meet Mr. Jeon Jungkook," she stuttered, feeling a bit out of place.

The receptionist’s brows furrowed. "Do you have an appointment, ma’am?"

Yn shook her head. "No, but—"

"Then I’m sorry, but you can’t—"

"I’m his wife," Yn interrupted softly.

The receptionist’s eyes widened in shock. "Oh my goodness! I sincerely apologize, ma’am! I didn’t recognize you. Please, go right ahead!"

Yn smiled, relieved. "It’s okay. Can you tell me where his office is?"

"Yes, ma’am. 29th floor. You’ll see his office; it has ‘Mr. Jeon’ on the door."

Yn thanked her and hurried to the elevator, pressing the button for the 29th floor. As she stepped out, heads turned again, but she ignored them, focusing on her mission.

She reached his door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Come in."

She opened the door hesitantly, stepping inside. Jungkook was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, engrossed in a conversation with Jimin, who whispered something in his ear before exiting.

Now, it was just the two of them.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes lifted to meet hers. "What made my kitten come here?" His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. "Come, sit on my lap."

Her breath hitched. "I-I..."

He raised a brow. "Now."

Knowing better than to disobey, she walked over and hesitantly perched herself on his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her, securing her in place as she rested her head against his chest, inhaling his musky cologne.

"Jungkook... I want to eat with you," she whispered.

His eyes softened slightly. "Is that so?"

She nodded and opened the lunchbox, feeding him bite by bite.

Twenty minutes later...

Jungkook wiped his mouth with a napkin, looking at her with curiosity. "So? Tell me what you really came here for."

Yn fidgeted. "N-No, you’ll scold me..."

His brow arched. "What does my kitten want that I would scold her for?"

She hesitated before finally gathering the courage. "I... I want Galaxy chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Please?"

Jungkook blinked. Then, suddenly—he laughed.

A deep, throaty laugh that sent chills down her spine.

Her face burned with embarrassment. "You’re laughing at me! I won’t talk to you anymore!"

She jumped off his lap and stormed out, leaving him smirking.

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AT JEON MANSION - NIGHT

Yn stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She was still sulking. Inside, Jungkook emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, wearing only sweatpants.

As he walked toward her, she abruptly turned and hurried inside.

Jungkook sighed. "Tsk, still mad, huh?"

Later, as she exited the washroom in her nightwear, she tried slipping past him, but he was faster. He pinned her hands above her head, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

"I’m sorry, kitten," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

She stubbornly turned her head away.

"Why did you do so much hard work?" he asked. "You could’ve just asked me directly. Do you think I’d ever say no to you?"

She remained silent.

He sighed, taking her hand in his. "Come with me."

He led her downstairs, stopping before a large storage room near the kitchen. He stepped back, gesturing toward it.

"Go on. Open it."

Confused, she did as he said.

Her eyes widened. Bling bling ✨✨

Inside, there were boxes upon boxes of Galaxy chocolate. And not just that—two jumbo freezers were filled to the brim with vanilla ice cream.

She gasped and spun around, her eyes sparkling. She dashed toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Jungkook!" she squealed.

He chuckled. "My spoiled kitten."

He grabbed a bar of chocolate from a box and stuffed it into his pocket, smirking mischievously.

She, oblivious, continued munching happily.

Before she could protest, he lifted her onto the counter, standing between her legs.

"Is my kitten still angry at me?" he asked, his voice husky.

She shook her head, making him smirk.

He picked her up in his arms, carrying her in a koala-style embrace.

"Let’s go to bed," he whispered.

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SHE WAS TOO INNOCENT FOR HIS DARK WORLD.

But she was his.