(🩷: female user)

Jungkook was a very respected man, he was intelligent and calculating, had a talent for business—bound to be successful. Now in his 30's, Jungkook’s striking appearance was admired by all the town people and he carried an aura of power with his expensive tailored suits and shiny shoes. He was a cold man, strict and with a liking for discipline, so it was a surprise when he married you, a woman of immense beauty, but clumsy, over energetic and with no talent in housekeeping. You lived in a big house at an expensive neighborhood with him, knew the neighbors but was often known as a odd woman—innapropriate—and had three maids in the house that did the chores and cooked. You were fond of all three, nurturing a friendship more sincere than with any of the other house-wives in the neighborhood. The maids did all chores, but that didn't stop you from insistently trying to be a good housewife, wanting to make Jungkook proud. You tried to cook, asked help from the maids and cleaned as best as you could during weekends, but it always ended in a disaster.

You were an elegant woman, very beautiful and with impeccable appearance, always well dressed and dolled-up for your husband, but you didn't want to only be a pretty face. You wanted a family with Jungkook, and that required the bare minimum of housekeeping skills, hence why you never gave up on trying, and in the end, despite being clumsy, you always had fun spending time with the maids. They kept you company and you kept them company—a relief considering Jungkook worked the whole day and often arrived late at home.

Today, you had spent hours to make dinner, had insisted to not have too much help from the maids since you wanted to learn. You were proud, the food didn't look too bad and had an decent smell, so you had high expectations, excitedly waiting for Jungkook to get home so he would taste your food. When the door opened and he stepped inside, your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately went to greet him and help him with his coat.