"Karaoke?" Jungkook stood in the middle of their room, watching his wife put on her earrings while walking out of her closet.

"Yup! Karaoke. Isn't it the perfect way to celebrate our first week?"

He didn't bother to reply.

"I was hoping you would drive, unless we call a taxi instead if you plan on drinking."

"I'll drive," he finally answered as she grabbed her purse lying on their bed.

"Well then, let's go!"

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"Eunji, I don't sing." Jungkook rejected the microphone that she held in front of him, hoping he would take it.

"C'mon," she whined, pushing it closer to him, only for him to just stare at it. "My voice isn't anywhere near being singing worthy, but you have to have some fun once in a while."

"I don't sing,"

This time his wife rolled her eyes, taking his hand and forcing him to take it.

"Gosh, just loosen up for once will you?"

She moved towards the screen filled with different songs, their small room private to them illuminated with neon lights and a disco ball that looked like it was having more fun than her husband.

She took a gulp of her drink, and finally picked a song.

"Just this one song, and I won't bother you anymore."

Jungkook huffed, watching as the title of the upcoming song flashed on the screen.

The sound of your heart

"I hope you know this song,"

"I do."

"We'll sing together then, alright?"

Jungkook did nothing but nod, the music filling the atmosphere, and the lyrics appeared on the big screen in the room.

"You were my courage, my sword and shield

Grace under pressure, my wall of steel

I was a stone, weighing us down

You were the angel I chained to the ground"

Eunji was now staring at her husband, her mic slowly coming down, to reveal his voice only.

"I miss the way you undress, I miss your head on my chest

Can't stop this bleeding, can't stop believing,

I'm missing the sound of your heart beating,"

Her lips were parted in awe at Jungkook's surprisingly soothing voice, and at the absence of hers, he was now looking at her, bringing his mic down".

"What?"

She shoved his shoulder.

"You lied to me! You can sing!"

He rolled his eyes in return, the music continuing to flow through the speakers.

"I didn't say I can't, I said I don't sing."

She mimicked him rolling his eyes, and crossed her arms.

"You could've been some type of idol by now,"

"Are we singing this song or what?" he completely ignored her question, throwing her a raised brow instead.

"Yes we are,"

She couldn't miss an opportunity like this.

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Eunji had stopped singing about half an hour ago, which at that point were only a few mumbles into the mic that she could muster up before dozing off to sleep in the corner of the couch, her mic still wrapped within her hold.

As for Jungkook? Well, she only got him to sing one other time before he drew the line and sat down, refusing to sing anymore, leaving her to shyly solo at first before getting drunk enough to not care whether he heard her sing or not.

"Eunji," he now stood in front of her, trying to get her to wake up so that they could get back home, but she didn't move a single muscle.

He called her name once more, only getting a mumble in return this time.

Putting his hands on his hips, he huffed, knowing that with the state she was in, they wouldn't really get anywhere.

Instead of calling her name once more, he slipped out the mic in her hand, and placed it on the table in the centre, also taking her purse and hooking it over his shoulder. He pulled her into his arms by holding her under her knees and shoulders, causing her to naturally curl into him.

She didn't make a single sound.

With her head resting on his shoulder, still fast asleep, he made his way towards the exit, nodding the staff goodbye silently and making his way towards his car only to stop once he got to it.

How was he supposed to open the door now?

Jungkook sighed.

He hadn't thought it through completely.

"Eunji," he called her name, and a few more times before she was blinking awake, groaning and trying to fall asleep once again.

Another call of her name, and she was blinking up at him drowsily.

"Jungkook?" she asked, her breath reeking of alcohol, making her husband scrunch his nose. "Wait, you're not Jungkook. Jungkook wouldn't ever carry me. I'm dreaming," she muttered.

"You're not dreaming,"

She was not touching his face, patting his cheeks as he glared in annoyance.

"You're real! You're kidnapping me!" she then gasped.

"I'm gonna put you down now," he ignored her comment, only to feel a slap.

"Help! I'm being kidnapped!"

Trying to ignore the slaps and punches, she placed her on her feet, holding her as she stood unsteadily, ready to lose her balance any moment.

"My husband will find me and beat the living shit out of you," she slurred as Jungkook finally pulled on the door handle of the passenger side.

Thankfully it was dark out and barely anyone was nearby.

"He's tall, and strong, and has abs,"

He was about to push her into the seat, but stopped mid way, suddenly growing interested to know what she had to say.

"Oh really? How do you know I have abs?"

Her already flushed cheeks reddened even more, suddenly growing shy.

"I don't, b-but I've seen his arms..." she muttered, a smirk growing across his lips.

"How about this, you get into the car, and when we finally get home you get to see your husband's abs. Deal?"

She was quickly nodding, and attempting to get into her seat, failing with her heels on. Jungkook helped her in and was soon closing her door shut, chuckling to himself.

This marriage was definitely getting more interesting with each passing day.

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AM I DREAMING?? DO I ALSO GET TO SEE JK ABS?

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