《Rebellious Spouse {T.K}》Chapter - 1
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Hustling and bustling would be the perfect words to describe the present scenario of Jeon Mansion. Maids and butlers were running around to clean a particular fancy room which were specially design in a black and grey theme yet looks cozy at the same time.
The bed sheets, curtains, couch cushion covers, fluffy rug should be specifically grey in color to contrast the black furnitures and to match with the walls.
The study room which is also black and grey themed, consist of a fancy desk with a full length open shelf, containing different magazines, books related to modeling, fictions and also arts supplies as it was the owners hobby where as passion was modelling. Even though he studied business, but not a single thing related to business is present in the room.
Very selected foods are getting prepared and cooks were really anxious of the perfect taste. It should be spicy yet shouldn't burn the tongue.
"Have you asked the butlers to placed the red carpet from the gate till front door, Jimin dear", the beautiful lady of the house asked her son-in-law, with a roll of her pretty eyes.
"Yes mom", the other male giggled shaking his head.
"What about black roses, that brat will through a huge tantrum if it's not present", he huffed rolling her eyes for god knows how many times.
"Yes it has already arrived. I had place a special order for the color because not everyone like black flowers", jimin exclaimed receiving a sigh.
"Of course.. That brat is obsessed with black", she sighed.
"What is the chaos early in the morning?", Minho asked while stepping down the stairs, yawing and scratching his hair. It was sunday so he woke up late.
"Don't tell me you forgot about your devil son's arrivals", she again rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes.. Didn't he land yet?", minho asked fixing his hair and casual clothes a little while staring at himself in the mirror present in the living room.
"Yooni just texted me, they are on the way back", jimin informed locking his phone.
"Hmm.. Do you think I need to change?", minho asked posing himself weirdly in front of the mirror checking himself out which made other two presence to face palm.
"God! Like father like son.. I am done with these two", shinhye exclaimed dramatically.
"Don't be dramatic, my bunny is returning back after years", he retorted.
"Then do one thing wear a tuxedo that you recently bought for the business party", shinhye sassed and jimin was having a hard time holding back his laugh.
"Yes.. Why didn't I get the idea before", minho said with wide eyes and idiotic grin and the other two blinked at him dumbly.
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"No?", the older male's smile fell as pout formed on his lips and return back to styling his plain white t-shirt and pants.
Not long after, a honk of a car echoed indicating the arrival of two sons of Jeon family.
The three of them quickly rushed towards the open front door.
"Ma'am, flowers", a maid came running up to them with the bouquet of black roses.
"Oh thank you dear..", shinghye took it quickly composing her posture.
"Quick everyone stand at the either side and be as dramatic as possible", jimin yelled in a hushed tone, as the maids and butlers complied.
A security opened the back door of the luxurious car and a black heavy boots came in sight. Everyone was holding their breath in anticipation because they will see their devil king after four years.
No matter how much annoyed Shinhye gets she is so excited to see her younger son after years. Her heart was happy and eyes were slightly glossy so was minho's.
Finally, the male pushed his body out of the car before looking up at his family with a.......smirk?
Shinhye rolled her eyes... But smiled at her beloved son anyway seeing him coming towards her.
He was clad in a black full sleeves t-shirt paired with a matching short skirt, milky legs were decorated with fishnets as he wore heavy boots that reached his calf. Soft raven long locks swaying due to soft breeze making him more beautiful. His face was ethereal like an angel but appearance and persona is of a demon king.
"Hello fellas", the male greeted with a smirk, his voice was melodic but aura was dark.
"Yah! Brat did you forget your manners.. ", shinhye barked which made the younger male to roll his eyes.
"Fine.. Annyeonghaseyo.. Eomonim.. Abuji..hyungnim", the male bowed exactly 90 degrees being the drama king that he is.
"Good", shinhye said proudly, while other's just sigh.
"Here.. Your jimin hyung had to place a special order", she rolled her eyes handing the bouquet to her son.
"Oh dear mother.. Don't roll your eyes so much, one day your irises will stuck at the back of your head", he said innocently sniffing his favorite flowers.
She was about to say something but another voice stopped her.
"My bunny.. Come to dada", minho chirped spreading his arms to which the younger male cringed so hard.
"Eh! What am I 4? Don't be dramatic dad", he scrunched his nose and minho pouted sadly.
"Also.. You should have dressed well why so casual", the younger questioned.
"Meanie.. I styled my hair with water for you", he mumbled jutting his lips more intentionally.
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"Okay okay come here my action pack father", the raven haired male giggled hugging his father dearly making everyone present there smile.
"Jungkookie", jimin chirped, throwing himself on the male who chuckled.
"Yes missed you too, hyung", jungkook ruffled his hair.
"Yah! I am older than you", jimin smacked his arm.
"But still shorter than me", jungkook laughed at the pouting male.
"Don't bully my husband, kook", another voice said from behind.
"Yes yooni tell him", jimin whined.
"Don't be so whipped hyung", jungkook rolled his eyes to which the other shrugged.
"Lets go inside", minho said as they walked in just to be showered with rose petals.
Jungkook must be so happy and twirling around while giggling, right? Naaahhh..
"Yes peasants.. Worship your king", jungkook spread his arms with a proud expression on his face and the family members was so done with his antics.
Everyone settled in the living room, maids served with refreshments.
"I made home made banana milk for you", shinghye smiled giving the glass to her son.
"Why did you put so effort mom.. Could have just bought the cartons instead", jungkook said taking the glass.
"Can't you just be thankful for once, brat", she said faking her annoyance making the younger shrug.
"How was US... Bun?", minho asked.
"Blast", jungkook said shortly.
"Yeah that's the reason I received calls every now and then from your professor", yoongi said shaking his head.
"What? Why am I not aware of this? Jeon Jungkook what did you do?", shinhye's voice roared.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at his hyung who gave a sheepishly smile to him.
"Why do you have to be so big mouth hyung?", jungkook said annoyed.
"Just look at this brat.. Not even guilty for getting into trouble", the lade of the house gritted her teeth.
"Mom.... I don't find troubles, troubles find me.. It's not my fault.. And anyway it's in the past now", jungkook said casually.
"Honey.. He just came back, let him be", minho said saving his bunny from his mother's wrath.
"Go freshen up kook.. Lunch is ready", jimin butted in.
"Okay..", the aforementioned male left to freshen up.
"Ahh.. So good to be back", jungkook inhaled the fresh homely aroma of his room as he walked in.
"Everything looks perfect", jungkook smirked thinking no matter what his mother loves him enough to prepare everything as per his liking.
He pull his t-shirt over his head throwing it somewhere on the ground while walking towards the closet, he unhooked his skirt and let it slide through his legs, abandoning it on the ground as he continued to walk, hips swaying naturally, leaving himself just in his black lingerie, fishnet and boots.
He shuffled through his few cloths already neatly arranged inside as his luggage is yet to be unpacked. Taking a loose crop hoodie and trousers he walked towards the washroom but stooped in front of his dresser.
He scanned his perfectly curved lithe frame decorated with black laces.
"Hmm.. I look hot", he complimented himself smirking before grabbing his phone and took few sexy snaps showing of his hot body with seductive expressions and threw the object on his bed giggling.
He walked towards the washroom, unhooking his bralette, throwing it on the ground too, exhaled a relieved breath when his heavenly blessed muscles were freed from the tight cloth. Took off his shoes and closed the door to washroom to take a long refreshing shower.
He went down stairs after he dressed himself and had lunch with his family, usually bickering with his mother, his father and Jimin saving his ass from time to time.
Being the youngest son, he was always pampered and spoilt but the parents didn't think their,
"oh he is a kid, will learn when he will grow up", will back fire.
Jungkook grew up to be sassy with a strong will and point of view person who don't give a shit about his surrounding if it doesn't concern him. He never thought what will people think about him and lived his life to the fullest.
From the childhood he is a free bird who never even listens to even his parent's instructions, well if he thinks those are unnecessary. Of course he loves and respects them a lot but if he think they are trying to control him or wrong in some matters he fight back.
And his parents know jungkook never disrespects them unnecessarily, he is just a brat who loves himself more than anyone in this world. Those funny bickering are nothing just other than a casual thing, no one takes his words seriously unless he is actually serious.
Also no matter how much sassy he is, he never disrespects others.. If they don't manage to get on his bad side, of course.
He has one rule in his life, Jungkook sees it, jungkook likes it, jungkook wants it, jungkook gets it. And no power on earth can stop him from achieving his goal.
Yeah! He is a spoilt brat who loves spending his father's money on himself but his father never complained, so no other should.
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