You gulped as he moved closer gently grabbing your hair to put them the other way as he snuggled into you.

"What are you doing-," he didn't let you complete as he asked, "Are you hungry?"

You didn't respond, still startled by his actions.

"I watched YouTube videos and tried making tteokbokki for the first time. Can you taste it and give me feedback?" He asked, his husky voice made you bite your lip as his strong cologne kept intoxicating you.

"Oh... Yeah, S-Sure," you said, fumbling.

He took hold of a half-sleeved shirt and loosened his grip on you. With a smirk plastered on his face, he asked you to follow him to the kitchen.

You helped him set the table.

"What is happening?" Your inner goddess pinned, blinking twice in a millisecond.

He filled your plate and instead of sitting right across you, he sat next to you at the dining table making everything feel too unreal.

"Taste it," he whispered, beaming. For the first time, there was this indescribable tenderness that radiated from him.

As you took a bite of it, he kept his gaze fixed on you.

"It's... Amazing," you replied.

He chuckled.

"Thanks, have more," he said, filling your plate.

"Also, I was trying to find you," he said making you pause eating.

"To apologize when I shouted at you when you warned me about smoking."

You smiled.

This man wasn't as bad as you had an image of him in your head.

-

"We've been having dinner for the past 4 days," Jungkook said as Yoongi hummed.

"I thought you hated her," Yoongi said, furrowing his brows.

"It's just, I want to stay peacefully at home."

"Does she make you dinner?" Yoongi asked.

"I make dinner for her, I have what she makes for me in the office," Jungkook said.

"The girl is something," Yoongi muttered moving out of his cabin.

-

Usually, you'd make food for yourself coming home after Jungkook slept but recently, he's acting different.

He's making dinner.

The food isn't tasty because he wasn't a regular cook but the effort... You could not let it go unnoticed.

These 4 days, there was too much amount of salt or the food was watery but you never let him know it.

The other night, he made you a desert that didn't have sugar.

"He might have forgotten," you convinced yourself and gulped it down, smiling at him.

-

"Cheers to this deal and your hard work," Jungkook said as the other men clapped while you stood at the corner with Jungkook's coffee.

Before those men could disperse from the meeting space, Jungkook announced, "I've made Hotteok by myself. Someone important to me said that I make them delicious," he said, eyeing you.

You gulped.

He made you taste it in the morning, it wasn't good.

You didn't know he was bringing this to the meeting.

"Fuck. What if these people have the Hotteok he has made and judge him? Oh my god," You panicked, trying your best to run towards the table.

You walked out quickly, planning to move the entire big bowl full of Hotteok away when you felt someone grab your wrist and drag you into the lift.

You struggled, all your attention was on the Hotteok.

"I have to go...," you suddenly paused as you found yourself alone in the lift with Jungkook.

His stronghold on your wrist calmed you down and you gently slipped your hand away from him.

Without another word, he trapped you between himself pinning your arms above your head as you shut your eyes.

Your breath got heavy.

"Y/N, look at me," he whispered, holding your waist with one hand while your arms in another.

You gazed into his beautiful orbs that sparkled.

"I haven't smoked for 3 days, it feels good," he said, smiling.

"I was never like this before. You being with me made a difference," he said.

His words made your heart skip a beat yet you couldn't concentrate.

You had to go back and prevent people from tasting the Hotteok.

"I'm happy you're with me and-," he cupped your cheeks in his palms when you tried to maintain distance.

"Jungkook... Can we talk later?" you said.

His intense gaze dimmed.

Annoyance surfaced in his eyes as he pulled back completely to his cold and estranged self.

As he loosened his grip, you notice sorrow clouding his face as he pulled out his phone and left.

You wished living for that moment when Jungkook would be calm and nice to you but at this point, you had to stop people from tasting that dish.

You rushed, taking the stairs as your chest heaved due to breathlessness.

Reaching the hall, you stood in front of the counter noticing that people didn't start having it.

"I'm eager to have the Hotteok," Mr. Park, Jungkook's boss said as he was about to gulp his first spoon.

Oh, Snap.

As the others were about to come to find out how it tasted, you held the hot big vessel and ran towards the exit.

All eyes were on you and that stunt of yours.

"Y/N," Jungkook clenched his jaw with a serious look on his face.

Taking it all away, you stood on the chair and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry but I love Hotteok prepared by Mr. Jeon a little too much. So maybe next time, I'll plan on sharing, and by the way, I'm his wife."

You faked a chuckle, blabbering out everything that you'd regret later.

You knew nobody would touch you after your last sentence.

Jungkook followed you.

-

"What's happening Boss?" Yoongi asked Mr. Park.

"I guess you're wrong this time. This girl isn't right for Jungkook," Yoongi said.

He sighed, smiling brightly.

"That woman will make him crazy, she's perfect for him Yoongi."

"And please ask Jungkook to stop cooking," Mr. Park said, with a disgusted look on his face.

"Why?"

"Hotteok tastes like shit," Mr. Park said, as Yoongi tasted it.

"What the fuck has he made?" Yoongi complained.

"The woman didn't let anyone taste it because she knew it would be bad for Jungkook's image," Mr. Park explained to Yoongi as his eyes widened in shock.

-

"Are you out of your mind Y/N?" Jungkook said, his eyes filled with rage.

"You embarrassed me in front of people."

"Stop eating and fucking listen to me," he said, pulling it from your hand as you gulped a huge bite in.

"I'm sorry for calling myself your wife but I just like it too much, I didn't want to share," you said, as he furrowed his gaze.

"Said enough?" He interrupted, his hands clenched into tight fists suppressing the urge to insult you.

"Don't you understand what you've done?" He yelled, grabbing your face, and hurting you.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

You sobbed.

"If I don't see you out of my house right now, I will kill you Y/N," he threatened, choking you as you shut your eyes, trying to bear the pain.

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A/N:
Damn!