45: Y/n & jungkook

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His pov

I looked around the party for her, where did she go? I pulled out my phone to call her only to feel an arm grabbing my shoulders


"Woah.. i wonder if you're on my wedding for me or just to stay busy with your wife" Jimin taunted


I rolled my eyes turning to him and "whatever, happy marriage life ahead" i smirked founding his ears getting red

"Look the way he blushed like a woman.." Taehyung spoke from behind coming forward and pointing towards Jimin


I rolled my eyes chuckling.


"What about you? You didn't even tell us about your marriage!" He pointed out and I knew he's going to his mouth can never be shut


"Right he thought he will keep his wife a secret from us or probably save expenses of a marriage.." they both crackled laughing


"By the way where is my gift?.." he asked and i frowned looking around for y/n


"Y/n have it.. she probably gave it to Iona I don't know-"


"Who the hell is that woman with Iona?" Taehyung spoke i followed his gaze and my eyes locked on y/n standing beside Iona.

"Damn she a hot chick materi-" I Grabbed his collar, flames leaving my eyes

"Y-yo! yo! bro what the-"

"Shutup!! Kim Taehyung!! That's his wife! Leave him jungkook please calm down-"


He pulled me away from Him, i let out a mad scoffed looking away from him who is now coughing hard

I walked away from them towards y/n who is busy talking to some guests with Iona i guess


I grabbed her wrist pulling her away from the crowd


"Let's go back home.."

"Kook b-but there's going to be few couple games.. let's play.." she whined grabbing my arms i turned to her


"What do you think you can play in such an outfit?"


Her pov


He yelled at me, and i grabbed his collar softly pulling him closer knowing he won't be able to keep his rage to me when we are closer


"Please kook.. I'll manage.. i want to play games with you we never did such things.." I pouted and i smiled biting my bottom lip, he let out a sigh looking down at me knowing he can't say no to my pout.

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