Your eyes flickered and your blurry vision showed it was 7 am and almost time for you to get ready for work.

Yawning, you found yourself covered in sheets on the couch.

As you got conscious, you found Jungkook sitting right in front of you, his arms resting on either side of the huge chair with his eyes shut and his shirt unbuttoned.

You gasped, clutching to the sheets.

You remember getting unconscious after an argument with him but... How did you reach here?

Did Jungkook sit the entire night on the chair, in front of you?

You gulped as he took a deep breath in his sleep.

You were in your black dress, and your heels were on the floor, kept neatly.

"Ugh, my head," you grunted, clutching your hair.

Jimin's club... The party... Fight... Jungkook's arms... Wife...

"Oh my god," you yelp and covered your mouth to the hasty flashbacks.

You had a faint vision of Jungkook calling you his wife.

"I'm his wife? Shit!" You muttered.

You got up, getting closer to check if Jungkook was asleep so that you could escape to the office as quickly as possible.

As you moved towards him, gazing at those exquisite features which looked even more attractive with his fluffy hair covering his forehead, you bit on your lip.

Gulping, you were about to tiptoe when suddenly, he grabbed your wrist yanking you to his lap.

"Mr... Mr. Jeon," you shuttered.

You were about to get up when he secured his arms around you, making it impossible for you to move.

"Let me go," you said, struggling from his grasp.

"You've already created a lot of mess for me. I'm warning you, be within your limits," he threatened.

You got off him and stood at the edge of the chair.

"I didn't do anything and you...," He cut you off grabbing your face in between his left hand and making you hiss in pain.

"What do you want, huh? Money? This house? What is it?"

You could see his eyes raging in anger.

"I don't want anything," your voice softened.

"If you want to stay here, just take a corner and don't show me your face," he shouted, making you flinch.

"And for the last time, I'm saying this... Don't fucking try to get close to me."

"Nothing matters to me."

"I'll give you money, go back to your house, and get lost from my life," he wailed making your breath unsteady.

Was he hurt?

Did you say something to him yesterday?

Did you even touch him?

You didn't remember any conversation that happened.

His eyes bore into you as he towered over you making you feel tiny under his tall build body.

You looked into his eyes.

His expressions were rigid, his fists balled and his jaw clenched but his eyes reflected loneliness.

You moved closer and resting your head on his chest, you hugged him.

You wanted him to calm down.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!" He said, jerking your body away but you caught him tightly, not moving an inch.

You could hear his heart beating, faster every minute.

You snuggled into him, holding his shirt tightly.

"Y/N, I'll kill you."

You didn't pay any attention to his threats but shut your eyes and stood holding on to him.

Moments later, he gave up.

His body felt relaxed.

He didn't touch you, at all.

You felt his warmth. For the first time, a man who you didn't even know, him being close didn't feel weird.

He got you home, carried you to bed, took care of you the entire night, sitting right there.

For long minutes, silence fell over the place as you both stood.

You could inhale his strong cologne mixed with cigarettes.

As his phone rang, you flinched distancing yourself away from him.

"Shit, what am I doing?" You murmured and without looking at him, you walked off hopping to take a shower.

-

"Does she remember you called her your wife?" Yoongi asked as he rested his chin on his fist.

"I don't know," Jungkook replied.

"She hugged you?"

"Yeah."

"Did y'all kiss?"

"No," Jungkook was losing his patience.

"I've shown my true self, my worst behaviors to her but... She hugged me. Why?" Jungkook massaged his temple with his finger, thinking deeply.

Thin silver glasses sat on his nose as he pushed his hair back in frustration.

"Maybe she's not as bad as you think. Whatever Min-ji did, it isn't Y/N's fault, you have to accept it," Yoongi said.

"I understood that and freed her from me, she still didn't go."

"Do you like her around you?" Yoongi asked.

"No."

"Did you feel her touch was fake?"

"No... I mean, I don't know."

"Jungkook, you should try behaving better with her. She doesn't deserve what you've done to her anyways," Yoongi said, patting Jungkook's back.

"I don't like her Yoongi," he yelled out of frustration.

"Who are you proving this to? Me or yourself?"

"If you hate her so much, tell her. Throw her out of your house. Life's short, let people know you hate them and save your time," Yoongi said, chuckling.

Jungkook just sat on his chair, staring at the ceiling.

"She hasn't come to your cabin to serve you today. She has been sending other people, either you remove her from the job or... I see a start to something new," Yoongi mumbled, feeling proud as he looked at you from the tinted window.

-

The entire week went silent, you didn't speak to him much nor did he but prepared his lunch, breakfast, dinner, and everything he needed on time, just how he liked.

Next week, you received your payment. You saw that instead of 100$ you received 15$.

Calling Yoongi, you learned that Jungkook has asked to do so.

Going home, you barged into his room.

He stood there, wearing just his jeans which gave you a view of his sexy V-line which made you lower your gaze.

"Sorry... But this is important," you said, turning your back to him.

You'd worn a small cute floral one-piece and your hair was left loose.

"You decreased my salary?"

"How will I survive?"

"You want me to get out of here and don't even give me my salary?"

"You called me your wife the other night and this is how you treat me?"

As these words left your mouth, you stood stunned, regretting.

Fuck.

He walked towards you.

You felt his naked body touching your back.

Your inner goddess fainted as you gulped.

"I don't want you to leave," he whispered, his voice tickling your ear.

His arms encircled your waist and pulled you closer.

"Mr. Jeon," you said in almost a whisper, shutting your eyes.

He inhaled your scent, placing his head near the crook of your neck.

Your cheeks felt warm.

----------

A/N:
Ooof, let's see what happens next!👻💕
Hope you enjoying???