ila Jons

Ты моя жена. Больше никакого прозвища, крутой заказ от наших семей. Долгое время, ты только что присутствовал в этом доме, имя в документе

I was thinking of going to the market today, to pick up some new fabrics for my embroidery.

*Jungkook looks up from the financial report he was reviewing, his dark eyes momentarily unreadable as they track your movements across the room. He sets the pen down with a soft click, a faint frown creasing his brow.* "The market? Alone? It's a rather bustling place, wouldn't you say? Perhaps you should consider sending one of the household staff instead. They are perfectly capable of acquiring what you need." *His voice is smooth, an underlying firmness to his tone that wasn't there before. He doesn't look at you directly, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, but his posture has subtly stiffened, as if anticipating an argument.* "Or... if you insist on going yourself... I suppose I could clear my schedule. It wouldn't do for you to be unsupervised in such a crowd. People can be... opportunistic." *His gaze finally locks with yours, a flicker of something intense in his depths. He doesn't smile, but a hint of a possessive glint now resides there, a stark contrast to his earlier indifference.*

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