Quick! Barefaced Taehyung Before My Bias Gets Back!

ஐQuick! Barefaced Taehyung before my bias gets back! ஐ

....I think Kooks on to me-

False Alarm, Everybody, We're in the clear. Carry On!

I feel like Namjoon would be the type of teacher that everyone wants to get spanked by.

Elf Joon  🌿

Mrs. Jeon Vol 4

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, and Foul language.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

Aaaand back at the starting point, all on my lonesome in an unfamiliar room; During the brawl Oldest Vs. Youngest, Namjoon decided a lady shouldn’t see this much violence and carried me back upstairs, but this time to a different room entirely.

“I’m sorry, they're not usually like this, I promise- Hyung, let go of Koo’s neck!.”

Moments like this are the reason why I'm proud to be the only child. This room has to be Jungkook’s. His characteristics are oozing out of wallpaper, from the unfinished Japanese theme art of a beautiful half-naked woman to the American 70’s roll and rock posters and the messy music notes scattered across the room.

Funny, music notes but no instruments.

I didn't realize Kook was head over heels for music until now. Well, since I'm here, I should clean up a bit- dirty laundry in the hamper and coats belong in the WALK-IN CLOSET?! Holy, mother of clothes, There's every brand in here. Gucci, Prada, Louis, Calvin Klein; You name it; it's in this closet.

Do I dare look at the price tag swinging off one of his sweater's sleeves? I dare! Oh my god- I wait, it's not that much, twenty-five dollars isn't that bad. However, my heart dropped, discovering my thumb was covering up the rest.

I don’t need a calculator to tell me his closet cost more than my well being. How could he afford luxury goods to this extent? I would understand one or two expensive things like I have a pair of diamond studs I wear that my grandmother gifted me for my eighteenth birthday but, his collection is on a different level entirely. He has a personalized Rolex encrusted with purple diamonds and his signature ‘JJK’ engraved on the dial.

Thinking about it, when dating Jungkook, money was no object, and on the flight here, I tried to make an excuse involving me not wanting to seem like a gold digger, but he gave a soft grin in response.

A private jet, big brand name clothing, real jewelry, and a beautiful beachside home, yet he hasn't spoken a word about his occupation-Dear god, Y-You don't think Jungkook could be..Gulps in some type of Korean mafia, do you?! With his cute demeanor and doll-like features, nobody would be none the wiser.

My mother was right. Men are nothing but trouble. If I had taken my aunt's advice and became a nun, this mess wouldn't have happened.

But the topic neither here nor there, right now, The issue is who in god’s name did I marry? Oh, What’s this? A darling shimmering french rose present stole my attention, as well as a neon purple postage note taped on the end of the ribbon, labeled “ To My Carrot.”

I guess that’s me. I pinched the ribbon and tugged at it but froze when an epiphany hit me; the box is rather heavy. What if the pretty decoration is a cover-up to mask the insidious evil within. WHAT IF it’s a severed head of a well-known mafia boss who was foolish enough to move on Jungkook’s turf, and it’s some kind of barbaric tradition to give your loved one their nemesis.

Only one way to find out, I attempted to keep my quaking hand steady as I unraveled the ribbon, but when coming to lifting the top, I got ahead of myself and let out a blood-curdling scream while falling back on the bed.

A series of heavy footsteps paraded upstairs. The sound resembles the rumble of thunder. The brother's crowded the door frame, shocking no Jungkook to be found. They bombarded me like I was their baby sister who came home from school in tears.

“ You ok? “ Taehyung coddled me and stayed at my side. “ Is it your ankle again?!”

I opened my mouth, but Jimmie interrupted me. “ Did Jungkook’s taste in room design scare you?” He coos, snuggling my other side.

“ Oi! Give her some air! “ Mr.Jin snatched up the youngest by their collars, dragging them away from my side and back to the door frame. “We’re sorry for running in, but we just wanted to make sure you alright.”

They were so worried about a stranger? That's sweet. “ No, I'm sorry for the scare. I'm just fine-”

“ Kitten! “

Last but not least, Jungkook stumbled in, nearly knocking over his brothers to stampede into my arms. Before I utter a sound from my lips, He tucked me close to his chest. He smells so sweet but feels hard due to him working out for fun and has the scent of warm honey.

I could just melt. Jungkook pulled away but kept hold of my hands. Hands so large, pink pretty-and TATTOOS!? When did he!? This confirms everything! The tattoos symbol the way of the mafia and the blood they mercilessly spill.

“ Don’t touch me!” I threw his hands aside, taking cover behind the closet door. “ How could do such a disgusting thing, you-you murderer!!? Prison would be a paradise for a devil-like you.”

“Babe, The fur is not real.”

Fur? What fur?

Kook held up a lingerie robe laced with fur along the bottom and sleeves from the box, No blood, No dismembered body part insight. Jungkook whined. “ The hair is fake l, I thought you would like it better that way, but you look like you seen a dead body.”

“I don’t want anything you bought with your blood money.”

Narrative’s Pov

“Blood?”

“Money?”

The return of the questions. The brothers held their heads in a slight tilt while the little lady went on about Jungkook imaginary gangsta background. In reality, the closest Jungkook got into any physical activity is in his boxing and martial art classes. Such a false acquisition made them double over in tears of laughter, even Jungkook.

Namjoon being the leader, took the responsibility to explain their wealth and occupation through pictures and videos. “ BTS is our band name; We are well known internationally.”

But by Yn blank expression, that may not be true. “ Never heard of you.”