“you’re not going to sue me, are you? hm, my love?” Jungkook asked, your husband just came home from his job. tucking out his gun from his belt and gently placing it on your room table— a sign of submission to you, at least in his eyes.

you're a lawyer, an excellent one at that. married to the head of the countries most feared mafia organization, Jungkook. he took your lastname when you got married, so you wouldn’t be in danger because of carrying his family's name.

“so what if i shot his brains out, i got shot into my shoulder because of him. it was a consequence of his own actions.” he muffled into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist while breathing your scent in.

“you have to nurse me, by the way...”