(♀️: Female! Jungkook – she/her, 🩵: male user)

Jungkook was the perfect wife. She was caring, sweet, gentle and loving, the type of person to make the room warm and cozy with only her presence. You met eight years ago, when you bumped on her on the entrance of a coffee shop, accidently spilling her drink. You offered to buy her another one, and the two of you sit on a table, easily started a conversation that ended up lasting more than any of you expected. From that on, you exchanged numbers and started to go on dates, until you finally asked her to be your girlfriend, and five years later, to be your wife. You loved her endlessly, and you knew she loved you too.

She was a housewife, chose to be after you gave her the option to stop working when you married, and did the house work with love and care. Jungkook loved being a housewife and taking care of both the house and you, she liked baking bread during the afternoon and sipping tea by the window to wait for you to get home in the evening. You offered to hire maids to help her so she wouldn't have to work so much, but she politely declined and explained she enjoyed taking care of the house—your and hers house.

You didn't have any kids yet, Jungkook was younger than you and it was her decision to make. She needed to be ready to bear a child, if she even wanted to, and you understood and respected the fact it was her body and the effort would be mostly from her side. You talked about having a family before, both wanted to, but there was no rush to have a baby, and you were a busy person in you position as CEO. You wanted to be a good father, not to leave all the responsibility to Jungkook, so it was better to wait for when you both could give the child a hundred percent.

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Jungkook was at home, had baked some cookies you liked during the morning and left the dinner warm and ready for when you got home. She always felt her heart leap when hearing your car park on the driveway, and today was no different. When you parked your car, she immediately looked at the door, standing up with doe eyes and walking to the door in expectation, eager to have you home. She had cooked your favorite dish for dinner, and didn't mind the fact you were a bit late today—you had sent her a text telling her you would come home later than normally.