Jungkook

I cancelled today's meetings to go back home, coz Y/n is sick. I'm not so heartless to leave her alone when she's sick, it is the minimum decency to care for her, coz we live in the same house...

There's another car on the porch today, which I don't recognise.

Y/n's parents are here?

I parked my car and went inside only to hear the sweet giggles of Y/n. I followed the sound to the living room, two men are sitting on the couch.

One is Jimin, and the other's back is turned toward me.

He said something which made Y/n break into laughter. A weird feeling crept into me, not because she was laughing but because he made her laugh.

Her sweet smiles, giggles, laughter everything was for me. I hated how she showed them to the world.

Y/n is lost that she didn't notice my presence yet, so I walked into the living room to see another man's face, Kim. Fcking. Taehyung.

Namjoon's brother, someone I despise, from this moment. He's known to be popular among women. Known to be the sexy and most handsome man in Korea.

I didn't have any personal rivalry with him, but now I do.

He's sitting so close to my wife. Making her giggle and smile. It's making my blood churn.

Y/n noticed my presence, "Oh, you are home early!"

Yeah, because you were sick, but you aren't looking sick at all.

"Just didn't have much work."

"By the way, this is Kim Taehyung", she gestured toward him.

Of course, I know him, after all, he's my best friend's brother. But we don't know each other personally.

He got up and greeted me, "Kim Taehyung."

My jaw flexed at his informal attitude and that smug grin.

"Jeon Jungkook", he squeezed my hand tightly and I squeezed it back tighter.

Our eyes challenge each other. He had a smirk, which somehow told me that Y/n was happier with him than with me.

Or maybe it was just my inner conscience taunting me that I didn't make her happy.

I excused myself to take a shower, hot water running down my body, thoughts wandering about Y/n. Her giggles echoed in my ears.

That was by far the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. I wonder what her moans would sound like!

No matter how many walls I try to put up around me to stay away from women, especially her, she always intrudes on them.

She is seeping into my skin.

Y/n is bringing out those feelings and emotions I didn't know existed in me. Anger. Possessiveness. Jealousy.

She is my wife.