"No, you're joking," I said, my voice laced with anger. I want to beat him, but he is standing on the other side of the cold window looking at me with a smirk. "I'm telling the truth, Honey," Jungkook whispered, tapping his hand on the window.

"You're insufficiable," I cried out in frustration. He chuckled, his voice playful. "You mean insufficiablily cute, hot, and sexy."

"No," I exclaimed. "I'll beat you."

"Go ahead," he said, smirk playing on his lips. "Come on, beat me," he simply smiled.

"Open the damn door," He shook his head with a teasing smile. All this window had locked himself in a room with all of my stuff so I cannot leave for my parents' house. Is this guy serious?

"Jungkook, it's the last warning. Open the door or else..." He rolled his face. I folded my arms on my chest. I closed my eyes in frustration. He's seriously so damn annoying yet so cute. But right now, I want to beat him.

I banged the door once again, but he didn't respond. What's with him?

"I'm not opening the door until you cancel your tickets for India," He said nonchalantly.

"Okay, fine," I gave up, and I could hear him dragging some stuff from inside. He really knows how to get on my nerves. All of a sudden, he unlocked the door, grabbed my wrist, and pinned me to the wooden door, my hands held up above my head. "Good girl," he exclaimed near my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

Just a while ago, he was behaving so playfully, and then suddenly he became so romantic. I just can't keep up with his moods, but it's lucky to have a husband like him.

"Now what?" I turned my face to the other side to hide the blush that had just crept onto my cheeks. He smiled, his knuckles slowly caressing my cheeks. "Since we've completed a year of marriage," he paused.

"So?" I asked, with a hint of fake anger in my voice. "So we haven't gone on any honeymoon,"

Honeymoon?

Did he forget? Isn't every night spent with him like a honeymoon? Why do we need to go on a honeymoon? And after a year? What's on his mind? Everything that goes on in his mind isn't good. I swear to God.

My eyes widened in shock as he chuckled, attaching his lips to mine in a soft and gentle kiss. Indeed, it melted my anger and frustration away. I kissed him back, my lips moving in a gentle rhythm against his.

He pulled away, his forehead resting against mine. "What's with you? Are you sick or something?" I asked, my hand reaching out to touch his forehead, but he held it in the middle and slowly caressed my knuckles. "I'm fine, I just need to spend some time alone with you, away from Junghyun," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of my hand softly.

I chuckled, pinching his cheeks. "So my baby is insecure?"

He nodded. "I just hate him," he said bitterly.

"I know, but why?" I asked. He looked at me, smiled, and said, "That's something I already told you."

His arm looped around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His nose brushed against the edge of my neck, slowly inhaling my scent, savoring it. I closed my eyes at the proximity; it's hard to control myself when he is like this.

I wrap my arms around his body, my face rested on his chest, "Kookie," I called him, his nickname. I just love it.

"Yes, honey," he whispered, his voice husky, deep at the same time, "But I miss my parents," I replied, sadness visible in my voice.

"Why do you have to miss anyone when I'm with you," he said, his eyes meeting mine. He's possessive, indeed.

"They're my parents," I answered. He didn't reply but raised his eyebrow, "As you say." He stepped back, "Go ahead, take your bags," pointing at my bags.

"Jungkook, why don't you come with me?" I suggested. For a second, his head turned towards me and he smiled with a nod. He never refused anything to me, and that Junghyun said he doesn't love me.

He's a brat. Firstly, he ran away, made my life hell, and then when I find my happiness, he's still trying to ruin it.

I threw myself on the bed. It was a really long flight. We're finally in India, in a small house. It looks so cute, so beautiful and pretty. Jungkook has good taste. "How's the house? Did you like it?" Jungkook asked entering the room.

"I love it," I said, opening my arms for him to give me a hug while still lying on the bed. He chuckled at my behavior, but then moved to the edge of the bed and hovered over me, his knees on either side of my body as he hugged me with his weight over me.

"I knew that you would love it," he whispered with his face buried in my hair. "Do you like cuddling like this?" he asked, his fingers playing with the loose strands of my hair.

"I do love it so much, as much as I love you," I replied enthusiastically as he let his weight drop on my body. "So, what do you say? Can I kiss you?"

"No," I exclaimed. He pouted but still lay there hugging me. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

"I see, so you're tired," he said as he stood up, pulling away from the hug. "Eat something before you sleep," he suggested, extending his hand to help me stand up.

I took his hand, stood up, and said, "Okay, as you say, husband ji." He laughed as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. "You and your sweet names," he said as he pinched my cheeks.

"Aish," I tried to pull away.

Author's Note:

A short chapter, again. I know you're disappointed, but your author is fighting with history, it's better if I go and study this. I'll give you next update so quickly, just wait guys.

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