Jungkook

I walked hand in hand with Yoongi towards his office. Everyone was staring, mainly at me, and it was making me uncomfortable.

Yoongi stopped in front of his office door. "Everyone, this is my Jungkookie. No, he didn't cheat on me, and yes, we are still a happy couple. So fuck off and get to work or I'll send you and your things back home." He said as he opened his office door and led us in.

I ran over to his desk chair before he could make his way to it, sitting in it with an evil grin. Yoongi stood in front of me and rolled his eyes. "Give me my chair." He grabbed my arm.

When I pulled my arm away from him, he stumbled and dropped his phone in the process. He glared at me before leaning down to pick it up off of the floor. I had a nice view of his body from this angle, and he usually wears big sweaters or jackets that cover his body, but he was leaning over so perfectly now.

I smirked as I looked at his perfectly round bottom. Being the brat I am, I lifted my foot up and kicked his butt, making him fall over.

Yoongi fell almost under his desk, making me laugh. He furrowed his eyebrows and hit me with his fist, but it didn't hurt much. I stared down at him and smiled as he started getting back up. The door to his office opened, revealing Jimin. Yoongi grabbed both mine and Jimin's attention once he hit his head on his desk, trying to stand up.

"Ow!" Yoongi frowned and rubbed his head.

He finally stood up from the floor and looked over his desk to see Jimin standing there with wide eyes. "Is this a bad time?" Jimin asked.

It was only then that Yoongi realized what position he was in, and I laughed loudly as he stuttered to explain what he was really doing.

"Sure, boss." Jimin smirked. "I always knew you two had a thing for each other. Don't worry, I've already talked to Kookie about it."

I stopped laughing and glared up at him.

Did he really just say that?

"Oh," Yoongi smirked as he looked back at me. "You talk about me when you're with Jimin? That's nice to hear, baby. Give me a kiss, let's show Park how much you love me." He puckered his lips and closed his eyes.

  I smooshed my hand into Yoongi's face.

  "No thanks." I smiled. Yoongi struggled to move my hand from his face, so he ended up backing up instead. He backed up into his desk and made papers fall onto the floor.

  "Aw, fuck." He frowned at the floor. "Park—"

  "I got it, boss." Jimin rolled his eyes as he got on his hands and knees, picking up the mess.

  Yoongi stepped over Jimin and shook his head. "Jeon, you should help him. It's your fault." He said. I shook my head at him.

  "This was not my fault." I stated. "You did it. Maybe your lazy ass shouldn't treat Jimin like a servant. Help him for once." I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow at him.

  Yoongi and Jimin glanced at me. Jimin shook his head and chuckled as he went back to picking up the papers. To our surprise, Yoongi actually listened and got on the floor with him.

  He helped Jimin pick up all of the papers as I still sat in his desk, free of any cleaning.

  "Good job, husband." I smiled at Yoongi.

  He furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. "Don't call me that. It sounds like you're miserable or forced." He said. I shrugged.

  "Who said I'm not?" I asked.

  He smirked as he stepped forward. Yoongi slid his long fingers behind my neck and brought me closer to his face. At first, I though he was about to kiss me, so my eyes grew wide. I realized that he merely wanted to whisper something in my ear, so I felt relieved.

Well..Sort of relieved.

  "The fact that you love when I touch you means that you're not miserable." Yoongi's hot breath went against my ear. "If you were, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't let me do anything, and you wouldn't be blushing like you are right now." He said. I lifted my hand to feel my hot cheeks. What the hell?

  "But, its just a guess." Yoongi whispered even more quietly into my ear before I felt a sudden touch on my skin. He bit my ear lightly and backed away from it, smirking at me.

  My face was red and I didn't even know how to function. "Uh, guys.. I'm still here." Jimin said from across the desk. I came back into reality and pushed Yoongi away from me.

  "Pervert." I said to him. Yoongi merely shrugged as he looked at Jimin.

  "My own husband doesn't let me do anything." He frowned. "What a shame."

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  "Yoongi~" I jumped on his bed and sprawled out on it, putting my legs on his body. "I want to take Jimin out to eat, but I'm broke." I whined to him. He groaned in his sleep and moved his body to face me. I smiled at him as he opened his eyes, waking from his nap.

  "Hm?" He looked at me sleepily.

  I moved to lay beside him and I gave him my best puppy eyes. "Will you give me twenty dollars so I can take Jimin out to eat? I won't eat anything, I'll only buy him food-"

  "Why?" His eyes opened even more.

  I frowned at him. Wow. "Do you realize what month it is?" I asked him. He shook his head. "It's October, Yoongi.." I rolled my eyes.

  "Wait- We've known each other for five months?" He moved his hair out of his eyes.

  Wow, really?

  I groaned as I wiggled on his bed. "That's not the point!" I whined. "I want to take Jimin out for his birthday and I'm poor." I pouted.

  Yoongi closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep. "Yoongi!" I shook him. He stayed still, still pretending to sleep. I smirked as I moved closer to him. "Baby.. Give me twenty dollars and I'll show you a good time." I seductively joked in his ear, acting like a prostitute.

  His eyes shot opened and he pushed me away from his ear. "I will not pay you to do anything." He shook his head. "If anything, I'm sure you'll give me that for free, won't you?"

  I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head harshly. "In your dreams, Min Yoongi." I smiled. "But please, please give me some money. I'll even take just ten dollars. Anything to at least buy Jimin something." I frowned.

  Yoongi took his arm out of his blanket and ruffled my hair. "My wallet is in the top left drawer." He pointed to his dresser. "Take a hundred or two out of it. Make sure Park gets the treatment you want him to have, but don't get too friendly. You are still my husband."

  My eyes widened and I couldn't help but to smile a little. "I- I don't need that much—"

  "Take it." Yoongi rolled his eyes and smiled. He cuddled back into his blanket and kicked me off of his bed. "I'm taking my nap."

  I smiled widely as he cutely closed his eyes and curled up into a ball to sleep once again.

  "Thank you, Yoongi." I whispered. He nodded his head and opened one eye to look at me as I opened his top left drawer. "Be careful." He said. I smiled down at him as I took three twenties out of his wallet and put in it my pocket, not wanting to take a whole hundred.

  "I will." I told him. "I will be careful."

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