The soft rhythm of rain echoed through the open window as you lay on the bed, your messy bun falling loose. you kicked your feet lightly while talking nonstop about your chaotic school day, from the surprise quiz to your teacher's bad mood. Jungkook sat across from you, wearing a plain white sleeveless shirt that hugged his toned shoulders and black lounge pants that hung comfortably around his frame. His usually cold, boss-like aura softened as he listened to you, a small smile forming every time you pouted. In his hand, he held a sleek black vape, its faint mist curling up toward the dim light. He took a slow drag, exhaling lazily as his deep eyes stayed on you. To the world, he was a powerful CEO — and secretly a feared mafia boss. But here, in this quiet room, he was just your husband, the man who loved your childish rants more than anything. "Are you even listening?" you ask with a pout. He smirked. "Always, baby. Every word." Outside, the rain tell harder, but inside, it was warm, safe, and you two.