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The day after Jimin’s exams ended, Yoongi was back to his usual routine—working from the office. He had spent the last few weeks handling business from home just to be with Jimin, but now, it was time to return.
That morning, Yoongi stood by the mirror, adjusting his tie while Jimin watched him from the bed, his cheeks puffed out in a pout.
“You don’t want me to go, do you?” Yoongi asked with a small smirk, turning to look at his husband.
Jimin huffed, crossing his arms. “No, I don’t. But I know you have to.”
Yoongi chuckled, walking over to Jimin and cupping his cheeks. “I’ll come home early, okay? My beautiful husband will be waiting for me, after all.”
Jimin’s pout faded into a shy smile. “You better.”
Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before heading out, leaving Jimin feeling a little lonely. But he quickly shook the feeling away.
If Yoongi has to work hard, then as a loving husband, Jimin would do his part too.
So, just like every day, he prepared lunch for Yoongi, carefully packing his favorite dishes. As he placed the neatly arranged box into a bag, a satisfied smile formed on his lips. "He always tells me not to bother, but I know he loves my cooking," Jimin thought proudly.
By noon, Jimin arrived at Yoongi’s office, carrying the lunch with him. He stepped inside, familiar with the way to Yoongi’s cabin, but his mood instantly soured when he saw her.
Yoongi’s secretary—the annoying, shameless, desperate woman who always found a reason to stand way too close to his husband.
And today was no different.
There she was, standing beside Yoongi’s chair, her body tilted towards him as if she had no sense of personal space.
Jimin’s sharp eyes narrowed. Does she not know what boundaries are?
He hated how she leaned in slightly when Yoongi spoke, how she batted her lashes, how her voice turned soft and sugary only when talking to Yoongi.
But Yoongi? Completely unaware.
His husband was too focused on his work, explaining something from the file in front of him. His tone was all business, his expression neutral—because to Yoongi, she was just a secretary. Nothing more.
Jimin, however, saw through her.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, his voice cheerful but his eyes glaring daggers at the woman.
“Hubby~!”
Yoongi’s head immediately snapped up at the sound of Jimin’s voice. The neutral look on his face softened into pure fondness, his lips tugging into a small smile.
“Baby, you’re here.”
Jimin marched straight to him, ignoring the secretary completely, and placed the lunch box on his desk. “I brought you lunch!”
