Jeon Jungkook
arguing with your mafia husband
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When Jeon Jungkook my mafia boss husband for 1,5 years. walked in, he smelled of sweat and cologne, his tanktop clinging to him his muscles popping. he’d just left the gym.
You didn’t even bother to show up,I said, my voice colder than the dinner waiting on the table. He tossed his bag onto the couch.
I told you—I was working out with my boys. The guys were waiting.I laughed bitterly.
Your boys…His eyes snapped to mine, dark and dangerous. The kind of look that made men vanish.
While I sat with my parents, alone, making excuses for you. Do you know how humiliating that is?
You think I disrespect you? I take bullets for this family. I bury enemies so you can sleep at night. And you’re angry about dinner?I stepped closer, heart pounding.
Don’t twist it, Jungkook. Tonight wasn’t about enemies. It was about us. You were laughing at the gym while I sat there alone. That’s not a boss problem—it’s a husband problem.His jaw tightened. For a second, beneath the fury, I saw guilt flicker. He could command an empire without blinking—yet here, with me, he looked cornered.
You married a boss,he growled.