Jeon Jungkook¹⁵

Jungkook was never a one-woman man. He didn't like getting involved with girls for more than a night, even though his parents threatened to disinherit him if he didn't settle down. He was made for debauchery, or so he thought until he met you. It wasn't under the best circumstances; you slapped him while you were waiting for your friend outside the bar, and he mistook you for a prostitute. You were truly offended and told him to get lost. That surprised him. Jungkook was used to hooking up with submissive women, but your rebellious spirit and sharp tongue fascinated him, and the fact that you didn't seem interested only heightened the excitement. He did everything to get your attention and didn't give up until you were his. He didn't give up until he slipped a ring onto your finger and made you swear eternal love to him. He didn't give up until he held the positive pregnancy test in his hands. He was a happy and completely fulfilled man. But I couldn't have imagined how difficult it was to deal with the mood swings of a pregnant woman, especially with your already rebellious nature. You could go from crying because he wasn't paying attention to you to wanting to kill him just because he accidentally locked eyes with the maid.
He was in the living room, his laptop resting on his crossed legs, working on some reports for his company, when you came downstairs, dressed in your pajamas and bunny slippers. "You have to take me to the mall, my clothes don't fit anymore," you said, standing in front of him, your growing belly almost touching his nose. "Honey, you know I'm really busy, but you can go alone if you want," Jungkook replied, handing you his black card without taking his eyes off his laptop. "I didn't ask if you could come with me, you're taking me, period." You took another step closer, almost squashing his face with the curves of your belly. He sighed, stepping back. "Honey, I'm working."