
Part 08 — Name
Jungkook patted softly on Y/n's back which still sounded a hiccup.
“Then for a moment, I have to contact my subordinates to free Hana,”. Hana is innocent.
Jungkook took off his arms and grabbed his phone on the nightstand, ignoring Y/n who was back in a bad mood because of his speech.
Sreth!
Y/n pulls the arm of Jungkook who is already holding the phone. A frown on the man's sign of confusion appeared.
“Why, Dear?”
“Why be released?” tanyanya, make Jungkook increasingly clueless with the way of mind Y/n.
“Hana is innocent, dear. I understand your actions because you don't like him coming near me, but isn't it by punishing him like this, it's a little excessive?” he said, while touching the cheek Y/n, trying to give a little understanding.
Y/n clucking, looks cute with puffy eyes and a reddened nose. “He interrupted me that day, it was comparable to the punishment you gave him.”
Ah, looks like the woman is starting to show her true nature.
Jungkook sighed. He put his phone back, then changed it by holding the white hand. “What Hana gets now, I think is enough. Don't you feel sorry for him?”
Y/n was silent for a while, he then looked back at Jungkook. “Free it. I guess ... I was also wrong to have done that to him just out of jealousy, even I had thought of killing him*h. I have gone overboard. Will he forgive me? What if he won't forgive me?”
As soon as you say the last sentence, your Y/n eyes water again. Jungkook quickly wiped away the clear liquid before falling back on his wife's cheek.
“Take it easy, hm? I'll take you to meet him the day after tomorrow, because I'm quite busy.”
Y/n smiled, making Jungkook who saw her also smile.
‘Si4lan woman is always a barrier,’ inner Y/n mengump4t, but the outside is still smiling.
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[06.30 Morning]
Cklek!
Jungkook came out of the bathroom using a towel wrapped around his waist. Her hands rubbed her wet hair.
At first glance he glanced towards the balcony and saw Y/n standing there, under the sun that still feels warm.
Jungkook threw away the original towel he was holding and walked over to Y/n. He watched Y/n from the side and saw the woman staring blankly ahead. But slowly the eyes that were originally staring blankly turned red and began to water.
“Why cry, Honey?”
Jungkook's outstretched hand touched the cheeks that began to wet the trail of tears, making the touched look to the side.
“I ... I just feel like I miss someone. Maybe Yuna?” he said with a gentle smile with a hand that wiped his cheek as his tears fell back.
“You want me to get Yuna here?” swipe while gently rubbing the hair Y/n. Although not yet bathing, but the natural beautiful face was actually out.
Y/n shook his head, he drew closer to Jungkook, hugging the half-tel4nj4ng body tightly.
“Are you busy today?” tanyanya while leaning her head in the field Jungkook.
Jungkook returned the embrace of Y/n, not hugging tightly. He gently rubbed the still bandaged Y/n head. “I only have a few meetings with Clients, also have to sign some files and check other things about my company.”
“Is the meeting so important?”
Jungkook nodded. “Very important, because this Client is one of my biggest clients.”
Y/n sighed in disappointment then slowly took off Jungkook's embrace. “Can't you accompany me today?”
“Can't, Honey. Sorry,” he said full of regrets. He had already suffered heavy losses due to neglecting several large clients when he was stressed due to Y/n hospitalized.
Indeed, for Jungkook's company maybe a big loss it won't make him bankrupt, not by much. But if it continues, the company will be bankrupt 4m.
“Tomorrow, I will accompany you. I'll have Jay move all my schedules today.”
Y/n nodded lethargicly, making Jungkook smile thinly.
The cup!
“I have to leave for the office,” part, smile after kissing Y/n forehead. Then the man walked into the room to wear his office clothes.
Y/n raised her hand, staring blankly at her wedding ring with Jungkook. “Do you know Kim Mingyu?”
The deg!
Jungkook's eyes are perfectly patterned, his steps have been stopped since the name was called. How does Y/n know that name?
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