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After our intense session, Jungkook kissed me until I was out of breath. However, he stopped when Ju woke up. I quickly got up from his lap, fixed my clothes, and giggled. It was such an embarrassing moment.
It has been 10 days since then. Jungkook is going to work, which is why he came here in the first place. He mentioned that today is his last meeting, and in the evening, we have to attend a gala together. Ju will stay home while Jungkook takes me.
I protested against this arrangement, but he explained that it wouldn't be safe for him to be seen with me by the media. He doesn't want to reveal his face to them.
Reluctantly, I agreed. There are 10 guards and a caretaker here for Ju's safety.
Now, it's evening, and Jungkook said he will give me the dress for the gala. He entered the room with a bag in hand, dressed in a perfect black tuxedo. He looked incredibly handsome, and I couldn't help but admire him. I didn't even realize when he came closer, held me by my waist, and hugged me with a sigh of relief.
"Long day?" I asked, chuckling.
"Hmm," he hummed against my neck.
He moved his head away and looked at me with his brown eyes, a small smile on his lips.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
But there was something in his eyes, emotions that mirrored my own. Maybe it was love?
I wish it was.
We entered the grand gala function. All the famous businessmen were there, and the media was all over them. I thought I would be nervous or scared, but I felt normal and at ease because Jungkook was by my side. He held me closer to him, never leaving my side.
I looked up at him and found him staring down at me. I smiled at him, and he gave me his famous smirk. Wrapping his hand around my waist, he whispered against my ears, "You look beautiful, Mrs. Jeon." I nibbled my lower lip between my teeth to stop myself from smiling too hard.
I grabbed the collar of his tux and leaned in, whispering, "You're looking handsome too, Mr. Jeon," and pecked his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. I gasped and panicked, "OMG, let me remove it!" I started wiping the lipstick from his face, and he chuckled.
As we navigated through the gala, I couldn't help but feel the scrutinizing gazes of the people around us. Whispers and glances followed us like a shadow. I noticed that some of the guests were giving us disapproving looks, and it made me uneasy.
Jungkook, sensing my discomfort, pulled me closer to him and whispered, "Ignore them, Ashley. Their opinions don't matter."
But it was hard to ignore the judgmental stares. I felt like an outsider in this world of glamour and wealth. As we approached a group of elite businessmen, their hushed conversations became more audible.
"Who's that woman with Jeon? She doesn't look like she belongs here."
"Must be some temporary company for the night. Jungkook always had a taste for exotic things."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Jungkook's grip on my waist tightened, providing a sense of reassurance. He wasn't oblivious to the comments, and it angered him.
"Excuse me, you little fucker," Jungkook interrupted, his tone firm. "This is my wife, Ashley Jeon. I expect her to be treated with the same respect you would offer anyone else here."
The room fell silent as the businessmen exchanged surprised glances. Jungkook's declaration left no room for argument. He stood by my side, a protective shield against the judgmental stares. It was a side of him I hadn't seen before, the side that fiercely defended what was his.
I smiled gratefully at him, and we continued through the gala. The whispers faded as people realized Jungkook's unwavering support for me. His actions spoke louder than any words, and it made me feel more secure.
As the night unfolded, Jungkook introduced me to various influential figures, making it clear that I wasn't just a fleeting companion but an integral part of his life. The whispers turned into respectful nods, and I started to feel more at ease in this sea of opulence.
Later, as we left the gala, Jungkook held my hand, and we walked through the city streets. The night air was refreshing, and the tension from the event slowly melted away.
"Thank you," I said, looking up at him.
"For what?" he asked, his eyes filled with warmth.
"For standing up for me back there. It meant a lot."
He smiled, "Ashley, you're my wife. I'll always stand up for you, no matter what."
This is the time I should not let my feelings away.
"Jungkook."
"Hmm?"
"I lov-"
"Bang!"
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