Badoy husband
Y/N POV
Right now, I was walking through the corridor of our university, annoyed and angry at the same time because of what had happened earlier in the washroom.
Well, I am Kang Y/N. Oops. Jeon Y/N. Married to none other than the bad boy bully of our college, Jeon Jungkook. It had been one year since we got married. Our grandparents were best friends, and as their last wish, we were married to each other.
Even before marrying me, he used to bully me. Not physically, never that. He would tease me, make things a little difficult for me, annoy me on purpose. Strangely enough, I enjoyed it. I had always had a small crush on him, so being married to him felt like something unreal.
After marriage, for a few months, he continued annoying me at home too, and I gave it back just as much. But everything changed after six months. On my birthday, he confessed to me. That was also when I realized I loved him back. Our relationship took a turn into something really beautiful.
We decided not to let anyone know in the university about our marriage until graduation. We both wanted privacy. It wasn’t much of a problem, but Jungkook was still playful in college, just like before.
Earlier, I said I was annoyed. That was because of the playboy of our university, the famous Han Jae.
Before my marriage, he had proposed to me. I politely rejected him, telling him he wasn’t my type. That rejection hurt his ego. After that, he started crossing limits, saying things like at least I should be his for one night. I had slapped him back then, but he still didn’t stop.
Until now, it was tolerable because all he did was talk nonsense. But today, he crossed every boundary. He forcefully kissed me.
I was furious. If I wanted, I could have ended all of this long ago by telling Jungkook. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want him getting into fights because of me. He already fought too much, and it was affecting his studies badly. His parents were already worried about him.
Right now, I was walking toward Jungkook’s class. He was one year older than me, which meant a different section. We usually went home together.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into an abandoned classroom. Before I could react, he kissed me.
I didn’t respond. I pushed him away hard and slapped him across the face before finally speaking, still not looking at him properly.
“Who do you think you are? Some kind of God? Touching me without my permission? Why can’t you get it into your head that I hate you?”
With that, I ran out of the classroom, feeling humiliated and shaken.
Jungkook POV
She left.
I sat on the bench as tears unknowingly welled up in my eyes. Did she really hate me this much?
Last night, we had fought. I knew I was at fault, but my ego didn’t let me admit it. I walked out in the middle of the argument, thinking everything would be fine by morning.
I was wrong.
She wasn’t okay. And then I kissed her without her permission. Now she hated me even more. I was such a terrible husband. A terrible human being.
She wouldn’t divorce me… right?
No. Of course, she would. She must already be thinking about it. She had even talked about files before. I hadn’t listened.
I had to make it right. I had to fix everything. I would study seriously. I would take responsibility for the company. I would do everything she wanted, as long as she didn’t leave me.
With that thought, I rushed out of the classroom and went straight home.
When I entered the living room, Mom was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I searched for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be seen. Mom noticed my panic.
“Jungkook, you’re alone? Where’s Y/N?”
Panicking “She hasn’t come home yet. She left a long time ago.”
“No, she did. Maybe she went out with her friends. Go and change. I’ll make something for you to eat. Call her if you feel it’s needed.”
“Mom, she’s not picking up my calls. I’ve called her thousands of times.”
“Maybe she’s enjoying with her friends. Or maybe she went to her parents’ house.”
Crying “No, Mom. She didn’t go to her parents’ house. I think she went to prepare divorce papers.”
Mom’s eyes widened. She rushed toward me and made me sit on the couch. I hugged her tightly and started crying louder.
“Mama, she’ll leave me. She hates me.”
“Hey. Did you both fight? Couples fight, Jungkook. It’s normal. She’ll be home soon. She loves you.”
“No, Mama. This isn’t a normal fight. She hates me. She doesn’t love me anymore. She doesn’t like my touch.”
Still crying “Please tell her to come back. I want her. I need her.”
Just then, the front door opened. We both turned, and there she was.
I hugged her tightly.
“Mama, see? She came with divorce papers. Please tell her not to—”
“What happened, Jungkook? Why are you crying? Mom, what happened to him?”
“Thank God you’re here. Handle your husband. He’s saying you’re leaving him. I’m going to my room.”
“Mama, don’t leave me alone.”
But she had already left. I looked at Y/N, who sat beside me.
“What happened, love? Why would I divorce you?”
I pulled her onto my lap and hugged her waist tightly.
“Please don’t divorce me.”
“Why do you think I would?”
“Because you slapped me earlier and said you hated me. You said you hated my touch. I know it was because of last night. I’m really sorry. I was wrong. My ego stopped me from saying it, but I’m sorry.”
Confused “What? When did I slap you?”
“There, in the university. When I pulled you into that classroom. When I kissed you.”
“Wait… that was you? Not Jae?”
“Of course it was me. Who else would kiss you? Why are you talking about Jae?”
Looking down, she explained everything. How Jae had been bothering her since before our marriage. How he had forced a kiss on her in the washroom. How she had thought it was him again and reacted out of fear and frustration.
“It’s okay,” I said. “But now I have to take care of that bastard. How dare he touch my girl?”
“Not now,” she said quickly. “First, forgive me. I’m really sorry.”
“You want forgiveness? Then you have to do something.”
“Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“You have to kiss me whenever I ask. No arguing. No denying. Are you ready?”
Sighing softly, she nodded. “I don’t have a choice, so… I agree.”
“Kiss.”
She kissed me, and I pulled her closer, continuing the kiss, forgetting everything else for a moment.
