MORNING – JEON MANSION

Sunlight peeked through the luxurious silk curtains of the Jeon Mansion, bathing the grand bedroom in a warm glow. A soft knock followed by a gentle voice disturbed the peaceful silence.

“Y/N, wake up, sweetheart. It’s your first morning here,” Mrs. Jeon called, her voice filled with warmth.

Y/N stirred in bed, her long lashes fluttering as she let out a small, sleepy yawn. She stretched her arms, looking utterly adorable in the process.

“Mom, where’s Jungkook?” she asked, her voice still laced with drowsiness as she rubbed her eyes.

Mrs. Jeon chuckled, watching her with affectionate eyes. “He’s in his home office. Even on a Sunday, that son of mine is buried in work. No time for his newly married wife.”

A deep blush crept onto Y/N’s cheeks at the teasing words.

Seeing her reaction, Mrs. Jeon smiled and gently ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “You should get ready and come downstairs.”

“Mom, today I want to cook for everyone,” Y/N suddenly announced, determination sparkling in her eyes.

Mrs. Jeon raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. “You want to cook?”

Y/N nodded eagerly.

Mrs. Jeon laughed. “Alright, let’s get ready, and I’ll help you.” She placed a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead before leaving the room.

Once alone, Y/N clutched the blanket, her heart racing.

She was still adjusting to her new life as Mrs. Jeon. The wife of Jeon Jungkook—the most feared mafia king in Asia.

It still felt surreal.

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AN HOUR LATER – KITCHEN

Y/N’s eyes widened as she stepped into the enormous kitchen, the stainless-steel counters gleaming under the bright chandeliers. Every inch of the space screamed luxury and perfection.

The moment she entered, the maids bowed in respect.

Mrs. Jeon clapped her hands together. “Today, Y/N and I will be preparing the food. Only two of you will stay to assist us. The rest may leave.”

The maids quickly followed orders, leaving behind only Latina and Young-seo.

Y/N scanned the kitchen, feeling slightly overwhelmed but determined. “I’ll make tteokbokki, miso soup, kimbap, and chocolate pudding.”

Mrs. Jeon smiled, impressed. “That sounds wonderful.”

With that, they got to work.

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TWO HOURS LATER – DINING ROOM

The table was set with the dishes Y/N had prepared, the aroma filling the grand dining room. Everyone had arrived—except Jungkook.

“Y/N, go call Jungkook. His office is down the hall, the left door after the fifth room,” Mrs. Jeon instructed.

Y/N’s stomach twisted in nervousness, but she nodded.

With every step closer to his office, her heartbeat grew louder.

Finally reaching the large wooden doors, she hesitated before knocking, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Come in,” came the deep, commanding voice from the other side.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with faint traces of cigar smoke. Jungkook sat at his desk, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone. He held a thick file in his hands, his dark eyes scanning the contents with an intimidating sharpness.

The aura around him was suffocating.

“Yes?” he said coldly, not even glancing up.

Y/N swallowed hard. “Jung-Jungkook…” she stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked up at the sound of her trembling voice. His gaze softened slightly at the sight of his wife standing there, her head lowered like a scared bunny.

A smirk played on his lips.

“Kitten, come here,” he ordered, patting his lap.

Y/N’s breath hitched. She hesitated, but fearing his anger, she took slow, reluctant steps forward—only to remain standing awkwardly in front of him.

Jungkook clicked his tongue in amusement before pulling her onto his lap.

She gasped, her small frame pressed against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her in place, her face now buried in his warmth.

“Jung-Jungkook… M-Mom is calling you for lunch,” she managed to stutter out.

Instead of responding, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, making her heart race.

“I’ll come in ten minutes,” he murmured.

Y/N shook her head quickly. “N-Now! The food will get c-cold,” she insisted.

Jungkook chuckled at her persistence. “Alright, alright.”

But instead of letting her go, he scooped her up effortlessly in his arms, carrying her bridal style.

“Jungkook! P-Put me down!” she squeaked, blushing furiously.

He simply smirked. “No.”

Only after seeing her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red did he finally set her down, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

They walked to the dining room together.

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DINNER TABLE

Jungkook took his seat, noticing his parents were already there.

Mrs. Jeon beamed. “How’s the food today?” she asked excitedly.

Mr. Jeon took a bite, nodding in approval. “It’s different but very tasty.”

Jungkook hummed as he chewed. “Yeah, it’s really good. Mom, did you cook? Or did we hire a new maid?”

Mrs. Jeon chuckled. “Your wife cooked, Jungkook.”

His chopsticks froze midair. His sharp eyes flickered to Y/N, who shyly lowered her head.

His wife cooked?

His kitten cooked for him?

A strange warmth spread in his chest.

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LATE NIGHT – BALCONY

Y/N stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping her arms around herself as the cool night breeze kissed her skin. Jungkook stood there shirtless, staring at the distant lights of the city.

She hesitated before taking a small step closer. “Jung-Jungkook?”

He hummed in response, his deep voice vibrating in the silence.

Y/N bit her lip. “A-Am I a good cook?”

Jungkook smirked, turning to face her. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

She hesitated before obeying. The moment she was within reach, Jungkook pulled her against his chest from behind, his cold hands grazing her arms, making her shiver.

Her hair was brushed to one side, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“My grandmother was the one who raised me. She made the best food I’ve ever had… Even my mother couldn’t cook like her. But you…” His deep voice dropped lower, sending shivers down her spine. “You cook just like her.”

Y/N’s face burned at the compliment.

Jungkook’s grip around her tightened. He caged her between his body and the railing, his warmth seeping into her.

Y/N felt lightheaded. His aura was too strong, too overwhelming.

“Why do you always stutter around me but not around others?” he murmured against her ear.

She stiffened.

Jungkook sighed. “Are you scared of me?”

She didn’t reply.

Jungkook frowned. “I’d rather die than—”

Y/N turned abruptly, pressing a tiny finger against his lips.

“Don’t say that. Never,” she whispered.

Jungkook stared at her, heart hammering.

Slowly, he leaned forward, placing a feather-light kiss on her fingertip before pulling her into his arms.

For the first time in years, he smiled.

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LATER THAT NIGHT

Jungkook watched her sleeping face, brushing a strand of hair away.

She was too innocent for his dark world.

Too pure.

Too precious.

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine now, kitten… and I’ll protect you at all costs.”