It was 9:00 am in the morning when Y/N woke up by alarm being annoyed. She looks beside her just to see her husband Jungkook sleeping like a baby. She smiled at him. Then went to the bathroom and did the morning routine.
After doing her morning routine,she went to make breakfast. After making breakfast she called Jk.
Y/N- Jk, come and have Ur breakfast.
Jk came down wearing his outfit
His outfit
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Y/N- Good morning (soft voice with a smile) Jk- hmm (cold)
Y/N pov~
Agh! Why does he always have to be cold!? Atleast he can be nice for one time right!?
While Y/N was on her own world Jk called her so many times..
Jk- Excuse me!? How many time should I call you!? Are you deaf? (Angry)
Y/N- Uh,what? Oh . Sorry I was thinking something else.
Jk- Well, do this when I am not home!!
Y/N- What do you want Jk? (Annoyed and angry)
Jk- Give me the red file . Which I gave you last night.
Y/N- Ohk.
Y/N went to their shared bedroom and searched for the red file . But couldn't find it where she kept.
Y/N- Why do I always forget where I keep the things!?
Meanwhile Jk waiting for her to bring his file
Jk- Where is it? I am getting late (Angry)
Y/N- I am gonna be dead!! Coming!!
Y/N came downstairs
Y/N- Jk!? (Scared)
Jk- What?
Y/N- uhh,I can't find the file. She said in one breathe.
Jk-What? Are you insane?? I shouldn't have given it to you!!
Y/N- i-i am-m s-s-sorry!!
Jk- YOUR SORRY WON'T WORK!! EVERYTIME SORRY,SORRY!! SORRY DOESN'T WORK EVERYTIME!!
He started to shout at her.making her sad. He said many things and went.
Y/N was sad but went to the kitchen to cook food.
While she was cooking her phone rang!!
??-Hello,Is this Y/N?
Y/N- Yes,But who is this??
??-Y/N, I am Jimin!! Remember??
Y/N- Ohh , Jimin. How are you??
Jimin- I am good what about you??
Author Neha
Hey guys, This is my first making FF. Hope you guys like it.. and the Story of Choi Larisa will also be published soon..
