Jungkook's voice echoed across the grand office, sharp as a blade, slicing through the already tense atmosphere. His employees flinched as he slammed a thick folder onto his desk, papers scattering, his patience hanging by a fragile thread. His sharp jaw tightened, his knuckles white from gripping the desk too hard.
"Fix it. Now."
The entire office held its breath. No one dared to move, let alone speak. Even the air itself seemed to cower under the weight of his fury.
And then—
"Or... you could take a deep breath and not give yourself another headache, Mr. Jeon."
A smooth, teasing voice cut through the suffocating tension.
Every single head turned toward the door, shock flashing across their faces. There was only one person in the entire world who could speak to Jeon Jungkook like that and live to tell the tale.
YN Mehra.
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her tone was light, casual—like she had just walked into a friendly gathering instead of an office where people feared for their jobs. Unlike everyone else, who looked ready to bolt, she was completely at ease.
Jungkook exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. She was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"Out," he ordered, his voice clipped. His employees didn't need to be told twice—they practically ran out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
Silence fell.
YN took a few slow steps forward, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Jungkook leaned back against his desk, arms folded, his gaze dark and unreadable.
"What do you think you're doing, YN?" His voice was low, dangerously calm, but she wasn't fazed.
"Stopping you from terrifying your employees into early retirement," she replied smoothly, tilting her head. "Did it work?"
Jungkook's jaw ticked. "You shouldn't be here. This is my office, not—"
"Not our home?" YN finished for him, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Relax, fiancé. I'm just looking out for you. Someone has to."
There it was. That damn word.
Fiancé.
A bitter taste settled on Jungkook's tongue. Their engagement wasn't a love story—it was a contract, a business deal sealed with cold logic, not emotions. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
His silence didn't go unnoticed. Y/n sighed, stepping even closer, until she was just a breath away. Jungkook should've stepped back, but he didn't.
"You're really going to keep ignoring me?" she asked, her voice softer now, a trace of something unreadable in her tone.
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. He was exhausted—mentally, physically. He didn't need this right now.
"I don't need your help, YN."
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Because the way you just nearly popped a nerve in front of your employees says otherwise."
Jungkook shot her a glare, but YN only smiled, completely unaffected. She turned, scanning the desk littered with papers, and picked up the discarded folder he had thrown earlier.
"Let me guess," she said, flipping through the pages, "someone messed up a deal, and instead of handling it calmly, you decided to terrify half of Seoul?"
Jungkook scoffed. "Do you have to be so dramatic?"
"Says the man who just yelled like he was about to start a war," YN shot back. She set the folder down and leaned on the desk, facing him. "Seriously, Jungkook. You can't keep doing this. You're going to drive yourself insane."
Jungkook looked at her then—really looked at her.
YN Mehra was infuriating. Bold. Unapologetic. Completely immune to his temper. And yet, beneath all that teasing, there was something else. A quiet understanding, a familiarity that made his walls crack, even if just a little.
He hated that she could see through him so easily.
His silence stretched, but YN was patient. She always was.
Then, with a sigh, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a small, sleek bottle.
"Here," she said, tossing it to him. Jungkook caught it instinctively.
He frowned. "What is this?"
"A milkshake," YN said matter-of-factly, tilting her head. "What does it look like?"
Jungkook shot her a dry look. "I can see that. Why?"
YN shrugged. "Because you need it. And because I know you won't take care of yourself otherwise."
Jungkook blinked, momentarily thrown off.
No one—not his employees, not even his so-called fiancée—had ever walked into his office, handed him a milkshake, and expected nothing in return.
His fingers tightened around the cold cup, his frustration fading just a little.
He didn't say thank you. Not yet. But the fact that he didn't refuse it either?
That was enough.
YN smiled, pleased. "See? I'm already making your day better."
Jungkook exhaled, shaking his head. "You're something else, YN."
She grinned. "I know."
For the first time that day, Jungkook let out a breath that almost resembled a laugh.
Almost.
"You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head.
"And yet, you still haven't kicked me out," YN pointed out, smirking.
Jungkook exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I should."
"But you won't," she said confidently.
He didn't respond. He didn't need to.
Because she was right.
She always was.
And that was the most frustrating part of all.
.......
The drive home was anything but peaceful.
Jungkook's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched. The milkshake had done its magic for a short while, but the moment YN left, the irritation returned, stronger than before. It wasn't about the meeting, nor the incompetent employees who wasted his time—it was something else. Something he couldn't quite put into words.
And it annoyed him.
Pulling into the long driveway of his house, he stepped out, slamming the car door shut with more force than necessary. The night was quiet, too quiet for his liking. His usual routine consisted of stepping into an empty house, where silence greeted him like an old friend. But today—
Something was different.
The moment he opened the door, a rich, mouthwatering aroma hit him.
He stilled.
His senses, already sharp from his heightened emotions, immediately registered the smell of freshly made food—warm spices, a faint hint of ghee, and something unmistakably comforting.
His brows furrowed.
Who the hell—?
He took slow, measured steps toward the kitchen. His anger momentarily paused, replaced by sharp curiosity. There was no one else who had access to his house. He lived alone. There shouldn't be anyone here.
Yet, as he turned the corner—
There she was.
YN stood at the stove, her back to him, completely at ease in his kitchen.
She wore a saree—a soft, elegant fabric that draped around her, the loose end tucked into her wrist so it wouldn't get in the way while she worked. The sight was unexpected, almost surreal.
Jungkook didn't speak. He simply leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching.
The way she moved—focused, deliberate, as if she belonged there—unnerved him.
For a moment, just a second, the frustration in his chest wavered.
But then, he remembered himself.
His voice was low, edged with irritation.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?"
Jungkook's words hung in the air, but YN didn't even flinch. Without turning around, she calmly placed the lid over the simmering pot, the warmth of the kitchen wrapping around her like a second skin.
Then, in a voice that was neither apologetic nor hesitant, she said—
"I'm doing what I should do, Mr. Jeon."
She finally turned her head, her eyes meeting his with quiet defiance.
"I'm your soon-to-be wife."
Jungkook felt his irritation spike again, but at the same time, it slipped right through his fingers, the way it always did with her. He should be furious. Should demand answers. Should throw her out if he wanted to.
But he wouldn't.
Because it was her.
And when she was in front of him, he could do nothing.
Letting out a sharp breath, he ran a hand through his hair, his temper barely contained. With no more words, he turned away and strode toward the living room, shrugging off his coat in the process. The moment he sat down on the couch, he leaned back, his body sinking into the leather. His fingers worked on loosening his tie, undoing the top three buttons of his shirt. The fabric parted slightly, revealing the sharp cut of his collarbone, the inked design stretching across his arm as he rolled his sleeves up.
He closed his eyes.
For the first time since morning, the storm inside him stilled, just a little.
A soft jingle of bangles made him open his eyes.
YN stood in front of him, holding out a glass of water. The soft chime of her jewelry felt strangely in sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat—steady, unshaken.
He didn't say a word. Just took the glass from her and drank it all in one go.
She tilted her head slightly, observing him with that unreadable expression of hers before saying—
"Go freshen up. I made dinner."
Her voice was light, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Jungkook stared at her for a moment longer, his jaw tight. He wanted to argue. He wanted to remind her that this wasn't her place. But the words didn't come.
So, instead, he said nothing.
Pushing himself off the couch, he walked past her, the faintest hint of her scent lingering in the air. And then, without another glance, he disappeared into his room.
The cold shower had done little to cool him down.
Jungkook ran a hand through his damp hair, drops of water trailing down his neck as he stepped out of his room. Dressed in a loose black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, he looked every bit as effortless as ever—but his mind was far from relaxed.
The scent hit him first.
His favorite dishes.
The dining table was set, steam rising from the plates, filling the space with warmth and familiarity. But his gaze drifted past it, toward the kitchen.
And there she was.
YN.
She stood by the counter, her saree draping elegantly around her form, the end of it tucked into her wrist as she carefully stirred something in a pot. The golden kitchen lights made her skin glow, the soft clinking of bangles blending with the sound of her movements.
Jungkook exhaled, his chest tightening with something unspoken.
She was always here.
And before he could even think—he moved.
His steps were silent as he walked up behind her.
And then—
He slipped his arms around her waist.
YN stilled for a second, her breath hitching at the unexpected touch, before she felt the familiar warmth against her back.
Jungkook's damp hair tickled her skin as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. As if he was finally breathing again.
That's when she smirked, her voice laced with amusement as she asked—
"Now you're back, Mr. Jeon?"
Jungkook hummed, his lips brushing against her skin ever so slightly.
YN tilted her head slightly, her fingers grazing his wrist as she whispered—
"Where were you before?"
Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his arms tightening around her.
"Lost. Angry. Irritated." He murmured against her skin. Then, his voice dropped even lower, playful yet sincere—"And then I smelled food."
YN scoffed, rolling her eyes. "So you're only hugging me because of food?"
Jungkook smirked, turning his head slightly to press a fleeting kiss just below her ear.
"No." His fingers splayed against her stomach, his warmth seeping through the fabric. "But it's a nice bonus."
YN sighed, shaking her head as she pulled his arms off of her.
"Go sit. Eat. I cooked your favorites."
Jungkook groaned dramatically but stepped back, watching as she turned to face him, her eyes holding something unreadable.
He smirked, but it wasn't his usual cocky grin.
It was softer.
Quieter.YN had just placed the final dish on the table, the last of the steam dissipating as the rich aroma of her cooking filled the room. She looked back at Jungkook, but before she could even take a step forward—
He was already there.
Without warning, Jungkook grabbed her wrist, pulling her effortlessly into his lap.
"Hey!" YN yelped, half-laughing, half-embarrassed, as she landed with a soft thud against his chest.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his strong arms slide around her waist, holding her securely in place. She couldn't deny the rush of warmth that spread across her body, his familiar scent overwhelming her senses.
Jungkook's eyes were glinting mischievously, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her.
"I told you I was hungry."
YN rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"You can't just pull me onto your lap whenever you feel like it, Mr. Jeon."
Jungkook chuckled, his fingers trailing lazily along the curve of her waist.
"Why not? You're my fiancée, after all. And besides—" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You made me wait too long for this meal."
YN could feel her heart racing at the closeness, but she bit her lip to keep her composure.
"Oh? I made you wait? You sound like a spoiled child."
Jungkook's hands tightened around her, pulling her even closer.
"Maybe I am. But you're the one who put me in this position." His gaze darkened for a moment, his voice dropping lower. "Now, feed me."
YN blinked, a slight flush creeping up her neck. "What?"
He smirked. "You heard me. I'm too tired to move. You made dinner, so you'll have to feed me now."
YN was about to protest, but the twinkle in his eyes made her pause. He wasn't being demanding—he was being playful. There was something in his tone, something that made her smile despite the tension still simmering beneath the surface.
Still, she narrowed her eyes at him.
"You think I'll just feed you?"
Jungkook leaned back slightly, grinning. "Why not? It's the least you can do for your husband-to-be."
She laughed, shaking her head as she reached for the nearest dish, a spoon full of the food she knew he loved the most. She raised it to his lips, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Since you're so needy, here you go."
Jungkook's gaze softened as he took the bite, his eyes never leaving hers. He chewed slowly, as if savoring the moment, the meal, and most of all, her presence.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "But you're going to have to feed me a little faster. I'm starving."
YN rolled her eyes again, but she found herself chuckling as she scooped another bite. He was so impossible to resist when he was like this.
As she fed him, the teasing continued. Every time she'd try to pull the spoon away, he'd lean forward, lips brushing against her fingers, his gaze full of mock desperation.
"No, no. I need more, YN. Don't be cruel."
YN's lips curled into a playful smile. "You're insufferable, Jungkook."
His response was a low chuckle, his hands running up and down her sides, the tension between them palpable, yet filled with warmth.
Every touch, every word was a reminder that beneath all the playful teasing, there was something deeper between them—something that neither of them could ignore.
As the dinner continued, the playful banter never ceased, the sounds of laughter and soft sighs blending into the background of the warm, cozy room.
But deep down, Jungkook knew.
He wasn't just hungry for food.YN finished cleaning up the kitchen and dining room, her thoughts still lingering on the playful moments at the table with Jungkook. She felt a warmth in her chest that wasn't just from the food they'd shared but from how effortless and natural it felt to be with him.
When she entered their room, she stopped in her tracks, blinking in surprise.
The balcony was lit up softly with fairy lights, the glistening glow contrasting with the inky sky above.
A blanket was spread out on the floor, accompanied by cushions arranged neatly around it. There were two glasses of wine sitting on a small table, but what really caught her attention was the bowl of ice cream in the middle, the cool treat placed invitingly as if waiting for them.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Jungkook, who had stepped out onto the balcony, his eyes already trained on her.
"What's all this?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise, yet tinged with curiosity.
He smiled, leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes gleaming. "A romantic ice cream date."
YN raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Is this how you make up for the morning?"
Before he could answer, Jungkook stepped forward, taking her hand gently, his gaze softening. With a quiet but determined pull, he led her to the blanket. "I've been waiting to make this right," he murmured as he guided her to sit, pulling her onto his lap with ease.
YN settled in, her heart fluttering from the intimate, spontaneous gesture. She had never imagined Jungkook as the kind of person who would plan something like this. It felt so personal, so... genuine. She looked up at the sky, now dotted with countless stars.
"It's beautiful," she whispered, her fingers brushing his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
Jungkook's eyes followed her gaze, but his focus was completely on her, the smile on his face deepening as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You are," he replied softly.
The night felt different now, their surroundings transforming into something more intimate. The cool evening air brushed against their skin, but all that mattered was the closeness they shared in that moment. His presence made everything feel complete.
YN tilted her head slightly, looking up at him, a small frown on her face. "What happened this morning, Jungkook? You were so angry... I didn't understand why."
His smile faltered slightly, his gaze dropping to her for a brief second before he answered.
"Someone from my company... betrayed me today." He paused, his jaw tightening at the memory. "They tried to undermine me, to take advantage of me. I guess I let it get the best of me."
YN's heart ached at the pain in his voice, but she didn't say anything, letting him continue.
Jungkook looked back at her, his eyes soft but still filled with the remnants of frustration. "I didn't know how to handle it at first. But after everything, after seeing you... I realized that I had to try to fix things with you."
YN gave him a small, understanding smile, her fingers lightly tracing his wrist. She could feel the tension still lingering in his muscles.
"And this ice cream date... is your way of making up for that?"
He nodded, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I should've never let my anger take over... especially not with you. You didn't deserve that."
YN rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "You don't have to apologize, Jungkook. I understand you more than you think... and I know how hard you work, how much pressure you're under."
Jungkook's hands tightened around her waist, his lips pressing against her temple. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life," he whispered, his voice full of raw sincerity. "You understand me in ways no one else does. Even when I don't say a word, you always know how I'm feeling."
A warmth spread through YN's chest as she heard the vulnerability in his voice, the tenderness behind his words. She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.
"I'm lucky to have you too," she said, her words sincere and steady. "You don't have to be perfect. I love you for who you are, even in those messy moments."
He gave a low chuckle, his lips brushing against her cheek. "Good to know. Because you're stuck with me now."
YN laughed, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Good. Because I wouldn't want it any other way."
Their gazes locked, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet intimacy of the evening. The ice cream, the stars, the soft glow of the lights—it was perfect. But most of all, the feeling of being together in that moment felt like the most important thing in the world.
Jungkook leaned in, his lips meeting hers softly, but the kiss deepened with an unspoken promise—a promise that no matter what, they would always find their way back to each other.
As their lips parted, neither of them spoke. Instead, they just looked at each other, their gazes locked in a silent conversation—one that spoke louder than any words ever could.
Jungkook's eyes held something deep, something raw. Apology. Gratitude. Love.
And YN understood it all without him having to say a thing. She always did.
She knew he wasn't the best with words. He always messed up—let his emotions get the best of him, pushed too hard or closed himself off—but every time, he found a way to make it up to her. And every time, she saw something new in him. A different side. A part of him he didn't show to anyone else.
And he, on the other hand, knew one thing for certain—no matter how much he messed up, no matter how tangled his emotions became, he would always find her right beside him. Steady. Understanding. His.
To the world, he was a storm—wild, unpredictable, and untamed. To others, he was a man with a temper, someone difficult to approach, too intense to handle. People saw his anger, his sharp edges, and the weight of the name he carried. But with her, he wasn't the storm. He was the calm after it. With her, he didn't have to be ruthless, controlled, or anything the world expected him to be. He could just be... Jungkook. No walls, no pretenses. Just a man who, for once, didn't have to fight the world—because with her, he had already won.
Because at the end of the day, that was the only truth that mattered.
He was hers. And she was his.
The end
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