The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. Y/n moved through the house with a sense of contentment, her day unfolding in a familiar rhythm. She started with a leisurely breakfast, enjoying the quiet solitude before tackling the day's tasks.

Y/n spent the morning tidying up the house, organizing the bookshelves, and watering the plants. She hummed softly to herself as she worked, feeling a sense of peace in the routine. After lunch, she decided to relax with a book, curling up on the sofa and losing herself in a captivating story.

Meanwhile, at the office, Jungkook's day was anything but peaceful. He sat at his desk, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing with anger. Across from him, an employee stood nervously, shifting from foot to foot under Jungkook's intense gaze.

"This is unacceptable," Jungkook hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You were supposed to have that report on my desk first thing this morning. Do you have any idea how important this is?"

The employee swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "I'm so sorry, sir. There were some unforeseen complications—"

"I don't want excuses," Jungkook snapped, cutting him off. "I want results. This kind of incompetence cannot be tolerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the employee stammered. "I'll have it done immediately. I won't let it happen again."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "See that you don't. If this happens again, there will be consequences. Now get out of my office."

The employee hurried out, leaving Jungkook alone with his simmering anger. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the frustration lingered. It had been a long, stressful day, and all he wanted was to go home and find some peace.

When Jungkook finally arrived home, Y/n immediately sensed his tension. He walked through the door, his shoulders tense and his expression dark. She put down her book and went to greet him, concern etched on her face.

"Jungkook, is everything okay?" she asked softly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's been a rough day, Y/n. Work was a nightmare."

She reached out to touch his arm gently. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jungkook shook his head, his frustration still evident. "No, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to forget about it."

Y/n frowned, her worry deepening. "I can see you're upset. Maybe talking would help."

"I said I don't want to talk about it," he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back. "Jungkook, I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be so harsh."

He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his anger. "I'm sorry, Y/n. It's just...everything is piling up, and I can't seem to catch a break."

She nodded, understanding his frustration. "I know it's tough, but we're in this together. You don't have to shoulder it all alone."

Jungkook looked at her, his anger softening as he saw the concern in her eyes. "You're right," he admitted, his voice gentler. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."

Y/n stepped closer, her hand resting on his chest. "It's okay. I know you're under a lot of pressure."

He gazed down at her, his expression shifting from frustration to something more tender. "You always know how to make me feel better," he murmured, his voice low and filled with appreciation.

Y/n smiled, her own tension easing. "That's what I'm here for."

Jungkook's eyes darkened with a different kind of intensity as he looked at her. "You know," he said, his voice taking on a flirtatious edge, "there are other ways you could help me relax."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Oh? And what might those be?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I could think of a few things."

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she felt the heat of his breath against her skin. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice teasing.

Jungkook's hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. "Definitely," he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

Y/n's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch. "Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere more private," she suggested, her voice husky.

Jungkook's eyes gleamed with desire as he nodded. "Lead the way, Mrs. Jeon."

As they moved towards the bedroom, the tension of the day melted away, replaced by a different kind of intensity. In each other's arms, they found solace and passion, the perfect antidote to the stress and frustration of the outside world.

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The early morning light filtered softly, casting a warm glow over the bed where Y/n and Jungkook lay entwined. The previous night had melted away all of Jungkook's stress, leaving them both in a state of blissful contentment. Y/n nestled closer to him, savoring the quiet moments of their morning.

Suddenly, Y/n's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She groaned softly and reached for it, glancing at the screen. Seeing the name "John" displayed, she felt a pang of unease. Jungkook noticed her change in demeanor and raised an eyebrow.

"Who is it?" he asked, his voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n sighed. "It's my cousin, John."

Jungkook's expression darkened immediately. He and John had never gotten along, largely because John had a habit of being overly flirtatious with Y/n. "What does he want?" Jungkook asked, his tone already edged with irritation.

Y/n answered the call, trying to sound cheerful. "Hey, John! How are you?"

"Hey, Y/n! I'm great. I'm in town for a bit and was hoping to drop by and see you. I'll be there in about 30 minutes. Is that okay?"

Y/n bit her lip, glancing at Jungkook's scowling face. "Uh, sure, John. We'll see you then."

She hung up and turned to Jungkook. "John's coming over in 30 minutes. We should get ready."

Jungkook's scowl deepened. "Great. Just what I need," he muttered, getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom.

Y/n followed him, trying to placate him. "Jungkook, please. He's my cousin. Let's just get through this visit, okay?"

Jungkook didn't respond, but his jaw was set in a way that told her he wasn't happy. They both got dressed and prepared for the visit, the tension between them palpable.

When John arrived, he greeted Y/n with his usual charm, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Y/n, you look as beautiful as ever," he said, smiling warmly.

Jungkook stood a few steps away, his eyes narrowing at the sight. "John," he greeted curtly.

"Jungkook," John replied with a nod, clearly sensing the tension but choosing to ignore it.

The next hour was excruciating for Jungkook. John chatted animatedly with Y/n, laughing and joking in a way that made Jungkook's blood boil. Unable to take it any longer, Jungkook excused himself. "I have some work to finish in my office," he said, barely disguising his irritation.

Y/n shot him a concerned look but nodded. "Okay, Jungkook."

Jungkook retreated to his office, slamming the door behind him. He sat at his desk, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him, but his mind was a storm of jealousy and frustration. He couldn't stand the way John looked at Y/n, the way he always tried to monopolize her attention.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/n finally saw John out. She sighed in relief as he drove away, then made her way to Jungkook's office. She paused outside the door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.

"Jungkook?" she called gently.

There was no response, but she could hear the sound of shuffling papers inside. She slowly opened the door, peeking in to see Jungkook sitting at his desk, staring broodingly at his computer screen.

As she stepped inside, Jungkook suddenly stood up and moved towards her with a predatory grace. Before she could react, he pinned her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, his eyes dark and intense.

"Jungkook, what—" she began, but he silenced her with a fierce kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and possessive. "You're mine, Y/n. I can't stand seeing him around you, touching you, flirting with you. It drives me crazy."

Y/n's breath hitched at the intensity in his voice, her heart racing. "Jungkook, he's just my cousin. You know that."

Jungkook's grip tightened slightly, his eyes burning with jealousy. "I don't care. I don't want him near you. You're my wife. Only mine."

Y/n felt a thrill run through her at his possessiveness, her own desire rising to meet his. "Jungkook..."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to make sure you never forget that," he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe.

Just as things were heating up, a knock at the door interrupted them. Lauren, the maid, called out, "Mrs. Jeon, I need your help in the kitchen."

Y/n took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'll be right there, Lauren," she called back.

Jungkook's eyes were still dark with desire, but he stepped back, letting her go. "This isn't over," he murmured, his voice a promise.

Y/n nodded, her heart still racing as she left the office. As she helped Lauren in the kitchen, her mind was filled with thoughts of Jungkook and the intensity of their encounter. She knew that their love was fierce and consuming, and despite the challenges, she wouldn't have it any other way.