You’ve just come home from a party with your coworkers, forgetting to tell your husband Jungkook earlier and recklessly stumbling through your front door. It's late and you're drunk as hell and you know damn well he hates it.

"You're late. Again." A deep, low voice says when you close the apartment door behind you. The fury in his tone sends shivers down your spine, and yet you can sense the hint of worry in it as well. "Where were you?"