Jungkook's Pov

The private jet touches down at the Airport, and I guide Y/N down the steps onto the tarmac. She glances around quickly, her eyes wide as she follows me to the sleek black SUV waiting for us."Welcome to Seoul," I say, opening the car door for her.

She slides in, her fingers nervously dancing over the plush interior. "It's nice."

I join her, signaling the driver to start moving. "We'll be at the penthouse soon. Try to relax."Y/N nods, twisting her fingers in her lap. The city unfolds outside the tinted windows, a concrete jungle of towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. I watch her reaction closely, gauging her comfort level.

"Have you been to Seoul before?" I ask, hoping to ease her tension.

She shakes her head. "No, never. It's a bit overwhelming if I'm being honest. There's just so much going on, so many people and cars."

"You'll get used to it. You might even come to like it," I say, placing my hand over hers to offer reassurance. "I'll make sure you have everything you need."

I keep the conversation light as we drive, sharing bits of the city's history and culture while Seokjin maneuvers through traffic. Soon, the car pulls up to a grand high-rise in the heart of Seoul.

While Seokjin takes the SUV to the parking garage behind the building, I lead Y/N through the elegant lobby, nodding at the doorman as we enter the private elevator. She gasps softly as we ascend to the top floor, the anticipation evident in her expression.

The elevator doors open directly into the penthouse foyer. A wave of nostalgia washes over me as I remember our honeymoon suite; I wish we could have spent more time there. Y/N steps out, blinking as she takes in the opulent space. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase panoramic views of the Han River and the stunning city skyline.

"This is incredible," she breathes, awe shimmering in her eyes.

I allow myself a small smile of satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it. This will be your home now."

Just then, a warm voice calls out from the kitchen. "Ah, you're back. Welcome home, Mr. Jeon."

My housekeeper, Minji, emerges, wiping her hands on her apron. Her kind eyes crinkle at the sides as she smiles at Y/N. "And you must be Mrs. Jeon. Welcome, my dear. I'm Minji, the caretaker."

Y/N extends her hand, a bit hesitant. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Minji. Please, call me Y/N."

Minji bypasses the handshake entirely, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug. "Nonsense, child. We're family now."

I watch as some of the tension visibly leaves Y/N's shoulders. Minji has always had that effect on people.

"Come, let me show you to your room," says Minji, guiding Y/N down the hallway. "You must be exhausted from your journey." I follow behind as Minji leads us to a set of double doors. She opens them with a flourish, revealing a spacious bedroom decorated in soft blues and creams."This will be your room, my dear. Mr. Jeon's room is right next door, through that connecting door." She points to a door on the far wall.

Y/N seems startled at having separate rooms, but she nods. "Thank you. It's beautiful.""I'll leave you to get settled," Minji says. "Lunch will be ready in an hour. I've made kimchi jjigae, my specialty."

As Minji leaves, I turn to Y/N. "Is there anything you need?"

She shakes her head. "No, I'm fine. Thank you."

I nod, sensing her desire for space. "I'll be in my office if you need me. Feel free to explore the penthouse, but if you find anything unusual, it's best to leave it alone."

I leave her to unpack and settle in, retreating to my study where I'm able to relax with a cigar. I trust Y/N so far, especially since what happened after the wedding, but there's always going to be an edge of uncertainty until she settles in and accepts her role as my wife.

I'm trying to be trusting, though. I've left my guns and things around the place, not bothering to pack them up. If Y/N wanted me dead for what I've done to her, she'd take matters into her own hands rather quickly, I assume. But I believe I've done a good enough job convincing her otherwise.

Smoke rises from the end of my cigar as I recline in my seat. I can't stop thinking about the sounds that were coming out of Y/N's pretty mouth, the way her eyes lit up when she was so close to the edge. It's going to drive me crazy until I can have her again, but I don't want to overwhelm her. I must give her time to adjust. She's probably still sore.

An hour later, my cigar is nearly finished, and Minji's voice calls us to lunch. Y/N is sitting at the dining table when I walk in, looking slightly more relaxed. Her shoulders aren't pulled up quite so high, and her eyes are bright with the anticipation of good food.

The rich aroma of kimchi jjigae fills the air as Minji serves us. Y/N takes a tentative sip and hums her appreciation. "This is delicious, Minji," she says. "I've never had kimchi jjigae before."The housekeeper beams. "I'm glad you like it, dear. It's an old family recipe."

As we eat, I observe Y/N. She's still tense, but some of the fear has left her posture. It's a start. "Tomorrow, we'll need to discuss your security detail," I say to her as I spoon soup into my mouth. "And we should go over the household rules and expectations."

Y/N nods, her spoon pausing halfway to her mouth. "Of course. Whatever you think is best."I frown slightly at her resigned tone. "Your input matters too, Y/N. This is your home now as well."

She looks up, surprise flickering across her face. "Oh. Thank you. I'll try to think of what I'd like, but things are already nice around here."

I'm irritated at her sudden complacency, though I should be happy to have her cooperation. My goal was to put her in a mental box labeled "Wife" and only deal with her when I had to, but meeting her has ruined everything. Now, I have feelings, and those tend to make things more complicated than they should be.

By the time we finish dessert, Minji's homemade apple pie, Y/N looks more at ease than I've seen her since our first meeting.

"Thank you for lunch, Minji," she says when the housekeeper comes to collect the dishes, stifling a yawn. "It was wonderful."

Minji pats her hand. "You're very welcome, dear. You look like you could use a nap."

Y/N seems ready to demur but yawns again. "Maybe so. The last couple of days..." She trails off with a long sigh.

As Y/N stands, I rise as well. "I'll walk you to your room."

We move down the hallway in silence. At her door, she pauses, her hand on the knob. "I'm really going to try to adapt. I just wanted you to know that."

I nod, unsure how to respond. "Have a nice nap, Y/N. We'll talk more over dinner."She gives me a small smile before slipping into her room. I stand there for a moment, listening to the soft sounds of her moving about.This isn't how I imagined my marriage would begin, but as I head to my own room, I'm oddly hopeful. Perhaps, in time, we can make this work as true partners, not just business partners. It's a strange and heady thought, though opening myself to having feelings for her raises the stakes. It would be bad to lose a wife with whom I have a respectful accord, but it would be devastating to lose one I truly love.