He didn't pressurize you to work for him, he just mocked yet somehow, you got yourself to work for him.

You hate him.

Whatever you do has been coming with the flow, you don't care about the task that you're given via Mr. Park.

All you want is Jungkook to get tired of you and drop you home the same way he got you here.

Annoying him, and grabbing his attention was all you wanted to do.

-

You immediately resigned from that cafe.

"Couldn't survive even a day?" Mocked the woman who was meddling with you yesterday.

Standing in a short skirt that barely covered her hips, with a proud look on her face knowing she'd be the queen bee again once you leave, she smirked.

"Selling myself to men is not my style. I prefer being a weakness," you said pocking your inner cheek, faking a smile at her.

"Bitch," she mouthed.

The cafe was owned by Choi Ava, the one you met at Jungkook's house. She stared at you, narrowing her eyes as you walked away from the place.

As you were about to exit, she stepped in between making you stop.

"Too much attitude leads to destruction. Being around a man like Jeon Jungkook is going to lead you to a dark world where you'd always be alone."

"I've been his friend/girlfriend forever and only I can handle him," Ava said, almost menacing you.

You couldn't be assured here, you didn't know Jungkook nor did he give you much attention which could make you win over Ava.

You fixed your gaze on the floor and walked out.

-

"Do you have any degree?" Yoongi asked.

"What did you study?"

"Do you have any knowledge of accounts?"

"Handling transactions?"

"Maybe, public relations? Talking to different people about deals?"

You sat silently, gulping.

"Sir, I was studying for Bachelor's in Education as I wanted to be a teacher. I've got no clue about anything that you're saying," you lowered your eyes, hesitating.

He sighed.

"You tell me, how do I put you close to him?"

"Wait, you know?" You asked.

"Of course I do and I don't think you're doing a good job. You're supposed to get close to him but instead, you keep picking fights," Yoongi said.

"I've never done all this before, I don't know why Mr. Park felt I could do this," you muttered.

"My life has suddenly changed and I don't know what am I doing!" You cribbed.

"Y/N, instead of complaining, you can try doing something," Yoongi said.

You shut your eyes.

Fuck lovestruck shit.

You thought of messing up Jungkook's life even more by entertaining yourself.

"Yoongi sir, I want to work as a normal maid, someone who makes him coffee, food... I know he doesn't have an assistant," you said.

"As you wish girl."

-

The first week, you let go of normal.

You made him coffee and did his breakfast, and lunch, which got him quite impressed though he didn't give any feedback.

Within a week, he got used to you.
-

"Y/N, get my lunch," he raved.

This day was different that the usual.

You got paid and you wanted to celebrate.

You were a little late to serve him because you were busy making yourself beautiful.

You wore a casual black split slip dress which was backless. You left your hair loose which you usually didn't and applied light makeup.

You had to go to a party.

"Getting sir," you said.

As you entered with his lunch, you asked for a half-day.

"Why?" He asked, with a tight expression.

"I'm going out," you said, sounding excited.

He narrowed his gaze.

"Not until I finish my work," he said.

"Please," you pleaded.

"I'm your boss, you're not going anywhere until I tell you," he said.

-

"Are you done, Mr. Jeon? May I go?"

"No," he replied coldly.

Jungkook made you wait for hours, being dressed up, made you overwork but didn't let you leave until 10 pm which got you frustrated.

Around 10 pm, he closed his laptop.

You got up excited.

"So you're done?" You asked.

"I'll leave then?"

He clenched his jaw, and before you could say something, he punched the wall and yanked you harshly caging you in between him. His robust chest was in front of your face.

You shut your eyes.

"In a hurry?" He asked.

You gulped.

"I'll drop you, tell me the location?"

"I'll go on my own," you said in a low tone.

"Where?" He yelled as he held you by your shoulder, his fingers fiddling with the strap of your dress.

You panted at his sudden touch.

"Stay strong, face him," your inner goddess cheered.

"None of your business," you gathered the courage and answered.

"You stay at my place, it does matter," he raised his voice as your breath hitched and your body shivered.

"I'm going to The Devil's Club," you replied.

His expression dulled.

-

He came with you, you didn't ask him anything.

Searching on Google you'd seen this bar is famous and had good food and parties which made you want to come, mingle and have fun.

As you entered in, you started to sway your body to the music paying no attention to Jungkook who entered later.

People gave you attention, you made a few friends, and drank a few shots.

After an hour when you were exhausted from dancing, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Jimin stood in front of you, his face glistened in those dim lights and his smile made you fix your gaze just on him.

"Remember me?" He asked, clasping your hand.

"Jimin, of course," you said, slowly.

You were a bit tipsy.

"Let's dance," he said and without waiting for your answer, ye took hold of your wrist and got you on the dance floor.

Placing his hand on your waist, he started to slowly move his body against you. You smiled, dancing in sync.

"You can come here anytime. I own this place," Jimin whispered in your ear as he came closer to you.

He offered you another shot as you drank which got things blurry around you.

Jimin's arms held you close to him, you could only see his lips but those lips reminded you of Jungkook.

Jimin and Jungkook don't like each other.

Jungkook's in the same bar.

You gasped and pulled yourself away from Jimin.

"I need to leave," you replied.

"Wait, let's have another one," he said, handing you a glass.

"I can't," you replied, which was barely audible.

He held your wrist preventing you from leaving as you struggled.

"I guess the lady said no," Jungkook came out of nowhere as he dropped the glass of whiskey on the floor pushing it from Jimin's hand.

"What the fuck," Jimin cursed.

"Get away from her," Jungkook said.

"She's with me, piss off," Jimin yelled, pushing Jungkook and holding your wrist.

You could hear everything clearly but couldn't speak, you were drunk to an extent that you never did.

"Don't fucking touch her," Jungkook said and pushed Jimin harder which made him fall to the floor.

The music stopped.

Jungkook picked you up in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder shutting your eyes, and breathing heavily.

"Dude, can you stop overreacting," Jimin said as he couldn't hurt Jungkook anymore because he held you.

"Stay away from her," he said, in a razor-sharp tone.

"Why?"

"She's my wife."

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A/N:
Wifey?
Omggg!