As the first rays of the sun pierce through the horizon, a gentle sunrise bathes the world in hues of blue and gold. In the quiet stillness of the morning, the sunlight delicately peeks through the curtains of a room, gradually illuminating the space within. In this tranquil moment, Jungkook lies peacefully asleep, undisturbed by the gradual onset of dawn, sleeping like he was having the best sleep of his entire life. The room is a canvas of muted colors, the soft glow of dawn contrasting with the shadows that play on the walls. As the sunlight advances, it imparts a warm glow to the room, casting a magical ambiance. The awakening male gradually stirs, the subtle play of light on his face coaxing him from the embrace of dreams. With each passing moment, the morning unveils itself, and the room transitions from a haven of dreams to a sanctuary welcoming the day. The symphony of sunrise and the promise of a new morning permeate the air, creating a serene atmosphere that invites the occupant to rise and embrace the unfolding day.
Jungkook stirred from his sleep, the subtle dance of sunlight filtering through the curtains gently rousing him. As his eyes adjusted to the morning light, he instinctively turned to look beside him. There, lying peacefully in the soft embrace of slumber, was a vision of ethereal beauty. The delicate features of the woman beside him seemed to glow in the morning light, and a serene expression adorned her face as if she were caught in the midst of a pleasant dream.
As he gained full consciousness, a quiet realization dawned on Jungkook – he was not alone. A sense of warmth and connection enveloped him, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of his beautiful wife sharing the quiet moments of morning with him. The details of the room began to crystallize around them – the play of light on the walls, the hushed rustle of curtains in the gentle breeze, and the quiet symphony of their shared space.
Jungkook, captivated by the enchanting presence beside him, turned gently toward her. The morning light traced delicate patterns on her features, accentuating the graceful curve of her cheek and the soft lines of her silhouette. As he observed her in the quiet stillness of the room, every detail seemed to tell a story of its own. Every detail seemed to captivate him – the way her hair fell gracefully over her shoulder, the curve of her cheek, and the serene expression that painted her face. Mesmerized, he found himself lost in the delicate beauty that unfolded before him.
Mesmerized by the delicate beauty sleeping beside him, Jungkook couldn't help but appreciate the subtle nuances that made her curves which he traced last night while making love to her to consummate the marriage. The soft glow of morning light seemed to caress every contour, turning ordinary moments into a canvas of extraordinary discovery. His fingers traced an invisible path, mirroring the curve of her jawline, the arch of her brows, and the tender slope of her lips. Jungkook, caught in this enchanting reverie, couldn't help but feel a profound connection to the beauty that lay beside him, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this quiet, sacred moment. Today she was not just Y/n but his WIFE in true sense. His heart and soul filled up with lot of love for her. With a careful and deliberate motion, he shifted closer, narrowing the gap between them. His hand, lifted with a kind of reverence, hovered above her form as if guided by an unspoken connection.
Gently, he let his fingers descend, tracing a delicate path along the curves of her being. As she was sleeping beside him being naked so softness of her skin under his touch was a revelation, a sensation that spoke of intimacy and familiarity. His touch was not one of mere exploration; it was a quiet affirmation of possession, a recognition that these curves, these untouched areas, belonged uniquely to him. The room, bathed in the morning's glow, became a cocoon of shared secrets, an intimate space where the dance of fingertips painted an unspoken narrative of possession and obsession. In this moment of tactile connection, he was not just feeling her physical form but traversing the intimate geography of their connection.
With each caress, he seemed to map the contours of a cherished landscape, savoring the tender nuances that made her uniquely her. With every inch he traced on her swell him with pride that now he has completely marked her as his. He reached and touched her in those area which was touched by no one else and now he clamed it on her. His chest swells up with ego that he broke her purity barrier, deflower her and reached deep inside her claiming her, mating her and marking her.
The touch of a cool hand tracing the contours of her skin stirred her from the depths of slumber. Not ready to leave the comfort of sleep, she instinctively snuggled closer to the source of the cool touch, seeking solace in the warmth that emanated from him. As she nestled into the contours of his form, a cocoon of warmth enveloped her, creating a sanctuary against the crisp morning air. His body, a reliable source of comfort, responded to her movement, providing a shield against the chill that lingered in the room.
The cool touch that had interrupted her slumber transformed into a gentle warm embrace, and the contrast between the coolness of his hand and the warmth of his presence became a subtle harmony that played on the canvas of dawn. A contented hum escaped her lips, a sound born of the satisfaction that comes from finding solace in the arms of a shared warmth. It was a moment of quiet bliss, a fleeting pause in time where the world outside ceased to matter, and the only reality that existed was the cocoon of warmth and intimacy they had created. And so, with a whispered hum of satisfaction, she allowed herself to be cradled back into the embrace of dreams.
Jungkook looked down at her, her breathing was calm, the gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated her calm breathing perfectly. He further looked down, saw her naked full rounded soft breasts pressed against his buffed, muscular front. He notice a lot of purple marks on the area around her neck, collar bone and on her boobs, which was given by him yesterday. When he saw all that, he remembered what all happened last night, each and every detail of it.
Watching her defenseless naked figure helplessly sleeping beside him on his bed, had him grow painfully hard and tight. He now wants to just spread her and fuck her again, have his morning workout ....... gosh ........F*ck!
She smell, feel and taste so fucking addicted. Only because she got unconscious last night or else he would be having her until morning comes. He would definitely make her paralyzed for sure and he would still not satisfied with her.
He groaned in his head and closed his eyes and shake his head. Why can't he think about anything else? Why only this thing was revolving in his mind? The sex was too good to be true. Jungkook felt like heaven has come down to his hell. He can't get it out of his head. He swears he was not sex addict but she will definitely make him one or she has just made him already. And he clearly know that only she can satisfy his hunger and no one else. Jungkook runs his hands through his hair in frustration.
Now he felt like he should get up from bed or he might get out of control and invade her and bury himself deep inside her, right then and there while she is still in her slumber, and he did not want that. He wanted her to be awake and in her consciousness while he pound inside her, give her pleasure and make love to her, make her moan loud and make her feel every inch of him deep inside her, make her forget about everything and the only thing she will remember is him, her husband. He again groaned at how painful his cock is getting right now. He needs to stop thinking about that.
With her, it was a whole new experience, and it was on of another level. Though 8 years is not that much of an age gap but he still feels that she is too young for him to compare with.
She is so fragile and delicate that even a little pressure will break her into pieces. Barely know how to survive in her world, how she was supposed to deal with his world. This girl can easily get manipulated, she would be an easy target for his surroundings for sure. For his highly matured self, he felt like she is still a kid, a childish girl for him.
Kid.....wait, now he remembered that he didn't use any protection last night and he clearly released deep inside her. He needs to take care of her medication so she does not get pregnant. The thought of filling her up and getting her pregnant with his kid warmed his heart. But even if he wanted to leave it that way and let her get pregnant but he cannot do that because he knew that she is neither mentally nor physically prepared to be pregnant and raise a child. He already knew that it was her dream to complete her studies and he himself want that too and he will make sure he fulfil all her dreams and desires. He was not joking when he said that he will give her the world. But he knew one day she will definitely carry his child in her womb. He will definitely plant his seed in her once she is ready to take the responsibility of a baby.
As Jungkook woke up, he felt a bit confused and didn't quite know what to do. The lady beside him was still peacefully asleep, and he realized that staying in bed might lead to some unpredictable actions. To clear his mind, he decided a shower was necessary. It wasn't something he usually did, but today felt different, like a need to get things in order. He doesn't usually do this to himself but today it was a need to do otherwise he will lose his mind.
Jungkook stepped into the bathroom, the soft light casting a gentle glow on the tiled walls. He turned to face the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. As his eyes traveled down, he noticed something that drew his attention – faint scratch marks on his shoulder and biceps. These weren't just ordinary marks; they were imprints of a shared moment, a testament to an intimate dance between pleasure and pain.
A knowing smirk played on his lips as he traced the lines of those marks with his fingers. The memories of the night before flooded back – her desperate grasp, the way she held onto him as if he were her anchor in a sea of sensations. The scratches told a story of intensity, a wild mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain, a language that spoke of a connection beyond words.
His chuckle echoed in the quiet bathroom as he recalled the moments when she clung to him, her nails leaving their mark as a silent testimony to the whirlwind of emotions they had shared. Each scratch was a reward, a badge of honor earned for the pleasure he'd given her, and the depth of connection they'd forged in the throes of passion.
As Jungkook continued to observe himself in the mirror, the scratches became more than just marks on his skin; they were a vivid reminder of the raw, unfiltered moments they had experienced together. He clearly remember how she was desperate to hold on to something for her dear life. And in that quiet moment of reflection, he couldn't help but revel in the intimate memories etched onto his body, a canvas that bore witness to the intensity of their shared desires. A reward for him for making her feel pleasure and pain, for fucking her too good, for deflowering her and taking away her virginity.
After a long, refreshing shower in the morning, he stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. The upper part of his body was on full display, revealing a physique that was both buff and muscular. Water droplets cascaded down from his wet hair, journeying over his well-defined chest and abs, creating a mesmerizing sight. It was the kind of image that could captivate anyone, regardless of age, and leave them feeling a bit weak in the knees.
With a towel in hand, he walked towards the closet, his bare upper body glistening with residual water. His eyes, however, couldn't resist stealing glances at the beauty still peacefully asleep on his bed. There was a certain tenderness in the way he observed her, appreciating the tranquility of her slumber.
As he reached for a pair of comfy track pants, he decided to leave his upper body untouched by clothing. The shirtless look seemed to suit the casual morning atmosphere, and he continued to rub his wet hair dry with the soft towel. The room held a delicate balance between the hushed morning light and the allure of a captivating scene unfolding before him.
In the soft morning light, Jungkook decided to get some work done while his wife, Y/n, still peacefully slept beside him. He reached for his laptop and tablet, intending to immerse himself in his tasks until she woke up. As he focused on his work, the quiet ambiance of the room was interrupted by the unexpected sound of a doorbell.
Caught off guard, he glanced towards Y/n and then back at the door. Checking the time, he noted it was 7:30 am, the customary hour for breakfast. It occurred to him that it might be a maid or the butler stopping by to inquire about his morning meal. However, in that moment, his primary concern was preserving his wife's privacy. She lay in peaceful slumber, laying naked under the comfort of the sheets, and Jungkook wasn't keen on anyone seeing her in that state.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, he swiftly moved towards the door, opening it just a crack. With a cautious glance outside, he stepped into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind him before the person at the door had a chance to catch a glimpse inside. Whether it was a male or female servant or anyone else, he didn't want anyone entering the room, especially when his newly wedded wife was still lost in the embrace of sleep. Protecting her privacy became his immediate priority, creating a brief but impactful scene in the hushed corridors of their shared morning.
The head maid, a woman in charge of overseeing the household affairs, stood at the door, a bit surprised. She had rung the bell, expecting to find Jungkook to discuss breakfast arrangements. However, Jungkook's sudden appearance and swift movement caught her off guard.
As the door cracked open, she saw him hastily stepping into the hallway, closing the door behind him with a quiet determination. His actions seemed unusual, and the head maid couldn't help but wear a puzzled expression. She wondered why he seemed in such a rush, especially considering it was just the routine time for breakfast.
Jungkook, aware of the maid's presence, quickly composed himself, realizing that his actions might have seemed unexpected. The head maid stood at the door, a mix of shock and surprise etched on her face as Jungkook swiftly handled the situation, protecting his wife's privacy with determination.
Head Maid: "Sir, your breakfast is ready."
Jungkook, (considering his wife's peace of mind, responded decisively): "Bring the breakfast to the room. And, please, ensure that no one enters unless I give the order. Let everyone know about it."
The head maid nodded in understanding and went about her duties. After arranging the dishes on a food trolley, she found herself once again in front of the room door. Jungkook, consistent in his protective stance, stepped outside and prevented her from entering.
Jungkook: "You can go. I will take it form here."
She respectfully bowed and retreated. Jungkook took charge of the food trolley, deciding to enjoy breakfast with his queen. However, the serenity of the morning took an unexpected turn when he received a message from Minho, signaling urgent work that required his immediate attention at the office.
For the first time, Jungkook felt a sense of reluctance toward leaving. While most people might disdain the idea of heading to the office, Jungkook, a prominent business tycoon, couldn't afford such a luxury. He wasn't just an ordinary employee or an entrepreneur; he was a significant business tycoon. The weight of his position bore heavily on his shoulders, laden with a multitude of responsibilities that demanded his attention. Despite the newfound bliss of domesticity awaiting him inside, duty called louder. The weight of responsibilities on his shoulders, both as a husband and a tycoon, compelled him to attend to the urgent matters, even as he inwardly cursed the demands of the professional world. As he left the room, his thoughts lingered on the contrast between the domestic tranquility he had briefly embraced and the demanding responsibilities that awaited him in the corporate realm.
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Despite the urgency conveyed in Minho's message and the pressing matters awaiting him at work, Jungkook found himself torn between professional responsibility and a desire to be present when Y/n woke up. The weight of his duties as a business tycoon bore down on him, and he knew the importance of addressing urgent matters promptly. However, an inexplicable force anchored him to the room where his wife peacefully slept. The pull of responsibility and the demands of his work tugged at him, emphasizing the importance of his presence at the office. However, as he stood at the threshold of leaving, a deeper longing emerged within him — the yearning to be there when Y/n opened her eyes. The ticking clock heightened the tension between duty and desire. Jungkook grappled with the conflicting priorities, torn between the pressing matters at work and the profound connection he felt with his newly wedded wife. Despite the pressing urgency of the work awaiting him at the office, Jungkook made a heartfelt decision: he would stay right there until his wife, Y/n, woke up.
As Y/n slowly emerged from her slumber, she found herself in a room bathed in morning light. The figure of a man caught her eye, sitting in the area near the balcony, deeply engrossed in his work on the laptop. Confusion gripped her momentarily as she tried to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings, until the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
Realization dawned, and with it, a surge of emotions. The man diligently working was no intruder; he was Jungkook, her newly wedded husband. The memories of the whirlwind events from the previous night flooded back, and with a mix of embarrassment and a hint of blush, Y/n recalled the passionate scenes that had unfolded, when she remembered that last night her screams echo through the room, making her heart race.
Caught in a moment of self-awareness, she bit her lip, grappling with the intensity of the memories. Her gaze lingered on Jungkook, who was still absorbed in his work until he unexpectedly turned his head toward her. Panic set in, and she quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep. She thought that it is better to pretend to sleep until he left. She does not want to face him, especially after last night.
In the quiet act of pretending to sleep, Y/n grappled with a mix of emotions. She didn't know how to face Jungkook, especially after the intimate events of the night before. The embarrassment lingered, and she wished for a moment of invisibility, a chance to collect her thoughts before confronting the reality of the morning after. As she lay there, eyes closed, she pondered on how to navigate this new chapter, unsure of what awaited her once she opened her eyes again.
With the prospect of heading to the office looming over him, Jungkook decided to fortify himself with breakfast, still not fully dressed. As he sat down to eat, a thought crossed his mind – he should prepare something comfortable for his wife to wear. After making the arrangements, he returned to his work, sifting through files on his laptop with a cup of morning coffee in hand.
His attention, however, kept diverting towards Y/n every time he heard a toss or a turn. She was still in the gentle embrace of sleep. Jungkook had already organized breakfast for her, patiently waiting for her to wake up. He'd even picked out a set of clothes, choosing something he thought she'd find comfortable and pleasing.
Amidst the quiet of the morning, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on him. The sense of being watched lingered, and he had a hunch that the observer was none other than his wife. It was evident that Jungkook and his wife were the only occupants in the room, making it clear that her watchful gaze belonged to her. A smirk formed on his lips at the idea that she couldn't take her eyes off him. To playfully catch her in the act, he abruptly turned his head in her direction.
Much to his amusement, he caught her in the midst of an elaborate charade. To catch her in the act, he suddenly moved his head to glance in her direction. Y/n, sensing his gaze, quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. The smirk on Jungkook's face widened as he recognized her innocent attempts to avoid detection. As soon as he moved his head, he caught sight of her closing her eyes, pretending to be still asleep. The smirk on his lips widened, amused by her innocent attempts to avoid being caught watching him.
Lying beneath the sheet, Y/n clutched it tightly, her knuckles gripping the fabric. As she held onto the sheet, a sudden awareness swept over her—she wasn't wearing any clothes beneath it. The reality hit her as she felt the cool sheets brush against her skin.
Shielding herself, she instinctively pulled the sheets up to her collarbone. Despite the desire to move, the pain between her legs and the lingering body ache held her still. The memories of the previous night flooded back, and she cringed at the thought of facing Jungkook, especially in her current state.
Lying there, she couldn't shake off the soreness and discomfort. The sheets became a makeshift shield, offering a semblance of protection as she navigated the delicate aftermath of what had transpired. With every movement restrained by both physical discomfort and a desire to avoid a potentially awkward confrontation, Y/n found herself caught in a moment where the vulnerability of her body clashed with the reality of facing the person who had shared those intimate moments with her the night before.
As Y/n lay there with her eyes closed, she couldn't escape the vivid memories of the night before. The events with Jungkook, her newlywed husband, played like a reel in her mind, creating a mix of emotions that she wasn't quite ready to confront. He was the last person she wanted to face in this moment of lingering intimacy and unspoken revelations. So, with her eyes tightly closed, she pretended to sleep, hoping to delay the inevitable moment of facing him.
As she continued her charade of pretending to sleep, Jungkook couldn't help but notice her subtle moves. He saw her opening her eyes, stealing glances at him, and quickly shutting them again when his gaze shifted her way. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he observed her antics, fully aware of what was going on in her mind.
He recognized her attempts to avoid him, especially after the events of the previous night. Despite catching her in the act, he decided not to let her off the hook so easily. Even though he knew she was awake and attempting to dodge a confrontation, he had no intention of heading to the office until she faced him.
The room became a stage for this silent dance of avoidance and awareness, a subtle interplay of glances and feigned slumber. Jungkook, amused by her efforts, decided to enjoy this lighthearted moment of morning antics, prolonging the inevitable conversation they needed to have about the events that transpired the night before.
After a prolonged silence, Y/n tentatively opened her eyes to see Jungkook still engrossed in his work. He was typing rapidly on his laptop, his upper body still casually on display. A sense of frustration welled up in her as she wondered why he hadn't bothered to dress properly, especially knowing that she was in the room.
Lost in her thoughts about his attire, she suddenly flinched when Jungkook's voice cut through the quietude.
Jungkook: "For how long are you going to pretend to sleep?"
The question was unexpected, catching her off guard. Her reaction was involuntary, a sharp flinch that betrayed her attempt at feigned slumber. The atmosphere in the room shifted, and in that moment, the unspoken tension between them became palpable. Jungkook's question hung in the air, demanding a response and initiating an inevitable conversation about the events of the previous night.
Despite her flinch at his unexpected question, she quickly tried to cover by pretending to close her eyes again, hoping he would think she was still in the depths of sleep. Mentally praying for him to leave the room so she could get up and get dressed, her heart raced when she heard the rustling of a chair and the approaching footsteps.
Panic set in as she realized he might have caught on to her charade and was now coming closer. Her initial instinct was to flee, but she knew that would be a risky move. Instead, she chose to continue pretending to be deep in slumber, hoping he would believe her and leave her in peace.
As the footsteps stopped near her, nervousness engulfed her. The silence stretched, and she started losing her composure. The absence of any sound heightened her anxiety until, too late to comprehend, she realized the imminent confrontation was unavoidable. The room became a canvas of anticipation, with every passing second feeling like an eternity, as she braced herself for whatever might unfold next.
With a swift motion, Jungkook hovered over her, his figure casting a shadow as he put his weight on her, preventing any escape. In the suddenness of the movement, a small scream escaped her lips, an involuntary response to the unexpected closeness. His body brushed against hers, and she gasped loudly in response.
Jungkook, seemingly affected by the proximity, felt a rush of intensity. He marveled at the allure of how someone could be so captivating without actively trying. He was going insane, wondering how someone could be so addictive and seductive by doing nothing. In the quiet of the morning, the dynamics between them shifted once more, and he found himself drawn in by the effect he had on her. The mixture of her scream and gasp seemed to heighten an undercurrent of desire, creating a charged atmosphere that lingered in the air. His manly desire was now getting out of hand. There was only a thin sheet separating them, yet he could feel every curve of her body.
Knowing that she had faked her sleep and he wanted to expose her, and he did.Realizing that her feigned sleep had been exposed, Y/n attempted to wriggle free from the impending confrontation. However, her efforts were in vain; Jungkook's weight proved too much for her strength. Despite her attempts to lift him even a little, she found herself unsuccessful. His presence was a solid weight, keeping her in place and making escape seem like an unattainable feat. Weight of Jungkook left Y/n trapped in a moment of vulnerability and Jungkook in a position of dominance.
While she was fully concentrated trying to escape from him, Jungkook slide the sheet from her upper body and bite just above the areolar of her breast that was brushing with his hard muscular chest. It earned a moan and then whine from her. That was the reaction he wanted to here. Her lower body was still covered with the sheets but he settle himself between her legs. Jungkook's voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a mix of amusement
Jungkook: "You left your husband starving in the middle of the night on our first night? Do you know how bad mannered that is?"
Saying this he again started teasingly bite and lick on her exposed chest, no matter how much he bite her and suck her last night it was never enough for him. In an attempt to free herself from his bites and sucking, she placed her hand on his shoulder again to push him away, so that he will not bite her anymore, she have had enough from last night. She was really sore right now and don't want more fo what he did to her last night. It was too painful and exhausting for her, specially his penetration inside her.
Y/n - n...nooo hmmm ahh
She whimpered and cried out, a mix of sensations and frustration, as she found herself unable to prevent his advances. The memories of the previous night flooded back, and the thought of reliving those moments was overwhelming. She knew she couldn't endure a repeat of everything that had happened, and her distress manifested in a desperate attempt to halt his actions. The room echoed with the tension of her pleas and his continued approach.
While on the other hand Jungkook was already started to getting hard from watching and sucking her naked chest. He tried his best to immerse himself in his work to avoid any sexual desire but it doesn't seem to work at all. Now he can not control himself, now that she is awake from her sleep, she is going to completed what they left behind. She should be a good wife and should fulfill her husband need. Before he could proceed any further, the room was interrupted by the jarring sound of a ringing phone. Jungkook let out a groan of frustration, recognizing the caller and knowing it was an unwelcome distraction.
Jungkook move a little away from her. As soon as he create a little distance she immediately pull the sheet until her collar bone. Jungkook move and sit beside her laying figure. He gently took her by the shoulders, guiding her to sit on the bed. The moment she settled, a pained hiss escaped her lips, her eyes tightly shut as she bore the soreness. He was well aware of the discomfort reflected in that involuntary sound. With a soft touch, he pulled her gently towards him, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. Jungkook spoke gently to Y/n, expressing his concern.
Jungkook - Love, I've arranged everything for you. Take some rest, and I'll send medicine for the pain. Make sure you have it."
y/n only nodded her head, agreeing to his words to not make him angry, not wanting to upset him. Jungkook continued, laying down a rule for her to follow no matter what. She has to comply with it whether she like it or not.
Jungkook - You're free to do whatever you wish, but there's one rule for you to follow that, Don't leave the mansion without informing me or getting my permission. If you need anything, just give me a call.
He than pointed to the landline phone which was placed on console table across the room and explained
Jungkook - This landline phone is directly connected to mine. As soon as you pick it up, I'll receive a call. I'll get you a new phone soon, but for now, use the landline."
With a final kiss on her forehead, Jungkook headed towards the closet to change into his formal attire for the office. Y/n was left in a moment of quiet reflection, absorbing the rules and gestures that came with being a part of Jungkook's world
A persistent thought occupied Jungkook's mind throughout the workday - the desire to complete his tasks as swiftly as possible so he could return home to his wife. It was an unfamiliar emotion, this yearning to finish work early and be by her side. The routine of the going to work had taken on a new significance; it was no longer just a workplace but a temporary separation from the warmth of his home. For the first time in his life he hated the system of working and going to work.
This sensation was entirely novel to him. The idea of rushing through his professional obligation to get back to Y/n made him realize that his mansion had now transformed into something more profound - a place called home, his home. The walls now held the echoes of their shared moments, making his return more than just a physical journey but a pursuit of the comfort and belonging that awaited him within those familiar walls. The once solitary adobe had become a place where the heart truly belonged, and the yearning to be there spoke volumes about the depth of this newfound sentiment.
With these newfound emotions tugging at him, Jungkook readied himself to head to the office. He wore his well-fitted and tailored expensive suit and got ready for work. He adjusted his tie, a subtle yet symbolic act of preparing for the day ahead, with an anticipation of reuniting with his wife lingering in the back of his mind. The routine of going to the office now held a different significance, fueled by the desire to be with the one who had turned his mansion into a place of belonging and warmth.