"I can't look at you," his voice trembled with a painful vulnerability, "And not remember the sweet betrayal, Y/N,"
"I am sorry for betraying you, Jungkook"
"You hurt me, Y/N," his words stood as a testament to the wounds that had deeply scarred his...
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❀Will take all this while to just make you mine❀
🌹•Chapter Twelve•🌹
The room was bathed in the soft glimmer of sunlight streaming through the immense windows, casting warm hues across the space.
Jungkook's gaze lingered on his beautiful wife, as he smiled at the sight of her pouted, plump lips.
He gently whispered, his voice filled with adoration, "My beautiful wife," as his fingers caressed her cheekbones before bestowing a tender kiss upon her skin.
"Sleep tight while I prepare some delicious food," he added, a foolish grin adorning his face, before throwing off the duvet and making his way towards the bathroom, his steps filled with purpose.
...
In the kitchen, Jungkook stood humming a melodic tune, his voice harmonizing with the sound of clinking utensils as he expertly mixed the pancake batter.
It was a glorious morning, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at the prospect of cooking breakfast. Today, he had decided, would be the day to treat Y/N to his culinary creations.
"Good morning, son," his mother chanted, her grin radiant as she stood beside him. "Ah, good morning, Mom," he replied, leaving a quick peck on her cheek.
His mother couldn't help but notice that her son seemed unusually happy, a more mature form of joy emanating from him. She recognized that it was the effect of his marriage and his newfound role as a powerful mafia king for the family.
She gently caressed his bandaged arm and inquired, her smile never faltering, "How is your arm?" He hummed in response, his voice carrying a melody of assurance, "Absolutely fine," as he twirled his mother around in a spontaneous dance, momentarily abandoning his work.
"Oh my God, Kookie, what's gotten into you, son?" Mrs. Jeon exclaimed, taken aback by her son's uncharacteristic behavior.
"In love, Mom. I'm deeply in love," he sang, continuing to dance with his mother, his heart brimming with pure bliss.
"Oh my God, Kookie, you're starting to act just like your dad," she mused, playfully smacking his arm and giggling at his antics. "Back off, dude," his father interjected, pulling his better half away from their son.
"This beautiful lady is mine," he declared, his eyes locking onto his wife's with an affectionate intensity. Jungkook, surrendering his arms in mock defeat, raised them in the air, playfully acknowledging his father's claim.
"My forever love," Mr. Jeon expressed, his gaze filled with heartfelt adoration as he looked upon his wife. "Eww, Mom, Dad, not so affectionate in public," Juliet chimed in, entering the kitchen in her pajamas and stifling a yawn.
