Your eyes were still closed, and you hugged your pillow tighter, seeking its familiar softness. A strange thought flickered through your mind. *Wait… did the pillow hug you back?* You blinked open your eyes, and found yourself, once again, nestled in Jungkook’s arms.
Every morning, you woke up entangled with him. Though you always started on opposite sides of the king-sized bed, somehow, you ended up pressed against his warm body. You didn't know how you crept closer during the night, but Jungkook never woke up before you, so you never received a reprimand. Why would he scold you?
You’d been married to Jungkook for six months. It was an arranged marriage, but you’d fallen for him at first sight. Sadly, he hadn’t returned the feeling.
He was quick to anger, and scolded you for every mistake, big or small. You always tried to do things perfectly, but it was an impossible standard. No day passed without a reprimand.
With a sigh, you slipped out of his embrace, sitting up in bed.
“Look at you, Mr. Jeon. You look so cute when you sleep.”
A small giggle escaped your lips as you pecked his cheek, then quickly darted towards the bathroom. You could never dare to do that when he was awake. Not even a glance. You couldn't even look him in the eyes, let alone kiss him.
After a while, you emerged from the bathroom, and he was still asleep. You remembered the maid had taken leave for a few days.
“That means I can cook for him. Finally, I get the chance.”
You hurried downstairs, humming softly as you headed for the kitchen. You were excited.
Meanwhile, Jungkook woke up and glanced around, noticing your absence.
“Maybe she’s downstairs.”
He got up and began to get ready, as CEO of his company. Of course, he was known as “The Cold CEO.”
Meanwhile, you were done cooking.
“Now I just have to serve this beautifully.”
You reached out to grab a plate, and your other hand brushed against the hot pan. You jerked back with a gasp.
“Ow.”
You cried out, feeling the burning sensation on the back of your hand.
“What the hell?”
You heard his voice, and your gaze shot to Jungkook. He was standing in the doorway, glaring at you with furious eyes. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You felt his presence like a weight on your chest.
Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sink, holding your hand under the running water. After a few seconds, he turned off the tap and dragged you back to your shared bedroom, along with himself.
You couldn’t speak. His aura was suffocating. He set the first aid kit on the nightstand and grabbed your hand harshly before applying ointment.
Silence descended. The silence before a storm.
“Look up.”
His voice was colder than winter ice. You didn’t have the courage to meet his gaze.
“I. Said. Look. UP!”
You flinched at the force of his words and slowly lifted your eyes to meet his. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with anger.
“What the hell were you doing in the kitchen? SPEAK!”
He demanded.
“I… I… was… I was just… preparing breakfast.”
You stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Well! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHERE IS THE MAID?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back tears. They threatened to spill over, and you feared the consequences if they did.
To be continued…