*Whipped Jungkook alreat!

I wake early the next morning with fresh plans. Y/N needs clothes, and I want to see her smile. It's a simple enough solution to the issue of her being locked up all the time. If we're indoors instead of out on the street, things can be a lot safer.

I knock on her bedroom door, hoping she's not still sleeping. "Are you awake?" I ask.

There's a rustling sound, then her voice, slightly muffled. "Yes, come in."

I enter to find her sitting up in bed, her hair tousled from sleep. She looks vulnerable, and she pulls her blanket up to her chest, hiding her body from me. it's funny how she clings to modesty now, but we've taken a huge step back. Maybe I should've had her in my room from the beginning; that way, she couldn't pretend like we're just friends.

"Get dressed," I say, attempting a half-smile. "We're going shopping."

She blinks in surprise. "Shopping? Really?"

I nod. "You need clothes, and I thought you might enjoy getting out of the penthouse for a while."

A slow smile spreads across her face, and it's striking how beautiful she is when she's genuinely happy. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you," she says, her voice softer. With the image of her smile imprinted in my mind, I feel a strange eagerness to see her face light up as she picks out her new clothes.

"Be ready in an hour. We'll have breakfast first."

I leave her to get ready, heading to my own room to dress. An hour later, Y/N and I sit at the dining table, where Minji fusses over us, arranging plates and pouring fresh juice. Her motherly energy fills the room, and I watch her dote on Y/N with a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. If Minji notices the look, she doesn't say anything, though she does shoot me a knowing look. Maybe she sees through me more than I'd like.

"You two have fun today," Minji says, patting Y/N's shoulder with a warm smile. "And don't let him rush you, dear. Take your time, enjoy yourself."

Y/N's face brightens, a soft laugh escaping her. "I will, Minji. Thank you."

As we finish eating, I notice Y/N fidgeting with her napkin, glancing at me with a hint of uncertainty. "Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice softer than usual, feeling a strange need to put her at ease.

She bites her lip, eyes dropping as she hesitates. "I was just... wondering about the money. I don't have much savings, and..."

I can't hold back a chuckle, the sound surprising both of us. I've never had anyone hesitate to use my money, and I'm so used to offering it freely without a second thought. How refreshingly different she is.

"Y/N," I say, leaning forward. "Don't worry about money. Take my card. Get whatever you want.""Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you," she says softly, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks that makes me feel something sharp and unfamiliar twist inside.

I look her directly in the eyes, hoping she can sense my sincerity. "I'm sure. Go crazy if you want to. You're my wife now, Y/N, so what's mine is yours."

She nods, and for a brief moment, her excitement breaks through her shyness, making her even more beautiful in that simple, genuine way that keeps me hooked. "Thank you. I appreciate it," she whispers.

We head out, with Taehyung and another guard trailing at a respectful distance. Taking her to Garosugil street, I watch as she lights up with excitement, taking in the designer boutiques. Her expression is a mix of awe and joy, and it takes everything in me not to just buy the entire street for her.

"Where should we start?" she asks, looking overwhelmed but thrilled.

I guide her into one of the high-end stores, glancing over her shoulder to catch every one of her reactions. "Let's start here. Pick anything you like. But..." I pause, smirking, "I'd like a little fashion show. You've got to show me everything you try on."

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, but she nods, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. It's moments like these that make me forget who I am and what I do; all I know is that I want to make her smile like that forever.

We move from store to store for hours, her initial hesitation melting away as she tries on outfit after outfit, each one somehow making me more captivated. I can't take my eyes off her as she steps out in each dress, sweater, or coat, the glow in her face and the shy looks she keeps giving me pulling me in deeper.

In one boutique, she comes out of the dressing room in a fitted dress that leaves me absolutely stunned. She twirls slightly, cheeks flushed as she asks, "What do you think?"

I clear my throat, forcing myself to speak. "It's perfect," I say, voice rougher than I meant it to be. "We're definitely taking it."

As the day goes on, we grow more comfortable, the tension between us shifting to something warmer, easier. She even laughs at some of my dry comments on the outrageous fashion choices, and I find myself smiling more than I have in years. Every second, I feel more and more whipped, unable to ignore the hold she's got on me, a hold that I can't even bring myself to mind.

We stop for lunch at a small café, and she chatters excitedly about her favorite purchases, and I just sit back, soaking in every word, every smile. It's addictive. I want her like this, carefree and happy, all the time.

After lunch, I lead her to one last store—a high-end lingerie boutique. The way her eyes widen when she sees where we are is priceless, and I can't help but lean closer, lowering my voice just for her. "Indulge me, darling."

She shivers, her blush deepening, but she nods, letting me lead her inside. Every part of me wants to see her confidence grow, to see her feel desired, appreciated. The memory of that one night we shared is burned into my mind, haunting me with every glance at her. I know she feels it, too, but if she won't admit it, then I'll just have to keep coaxing it out of her.

As she disappears into the dressing room, a saleswoman approaches, and I ask her to help Y/N pick out some beautiful sets.

Moments later, I hear Y/N's soft voice call out from behind the curtain, "Jungkook? Can you come here for a moment?"

I stand, feeling my heartbeat pick up as I approach the dressing room door. "Is everything all right?" I ask, doing my best to keep my voice steady.

She hesitates, her voice soft and a bit nervous. "I... I'm not sure about this set. Could you... give me your opinion?"

At her words, every remaining wall I've put up around myself shatters, and I step forward, knowing that today, I might just get closer to the woman who's got me utterly, hopelessly whipped.