Jungkook's POV:

The ungodly annoying sound of my alarm started to go off.

I grumbled and threw my hand up to hit the damn thing. I wasn't exactly a morning person, but I forced myself to be.

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes and peeled myself out from my covers and out of the comfortable bed.

Mondays sucked.

Yet, I have always worked hard and was hardly home so I didn't mind it once I actually got started.

Rubbing my eyes I looked over at the time on the alarm clock to see that it was five AM.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts and then found myself looking behind me to see that Y/N was still sound asleep.
Her auburn hair poked out from the covers.
I guess she wasn't an early riser even on work days.

Well, I guess I better get going.
I got up and walked over to the closet, closed the door and threw on a pair of basketball shorts, a grey shirt and a pair of running shoes.
Walking out I glanced once more and Y/N was still sleeping with the huge blanket rolled up against where I just was.

Her and her silly barrier.

More than likely while I ran she would get up and take a shower, and get ready so that when I got back the master bathroom would be free for me to use.

With that set in my mind I made my way out for my run to start off my day.

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I tried to catch my breath as I walked in the front door.

Damn,

I hated running.

Yet I found it kept my thoughts in check. I had time to think and to figure out what to do next with everything.

Right now, expanding my business is at the highest priority.
And finding a way to keep the media at bay once I step into my office this morning.

I walked through my house and found it still pretty quiet.
I thought I would at least see or hear Y/N walking around getting ready, but I didn't.

That was strange.

Making my way towards the bedroom I walked in and stopped dead in my tracks.

There in the bed, same as before, was Y/N.

Asleep.

I rushed over and looked at the clock seeing I had spent more time than I usually do on my run.
It was now six-thirty.

Did she forget to set her own alarm?
Went over to her side and leaned over to gently shake her by the shoulder.

"Y/N, wake up."

I tried at first. She just moaned in agitation.

I had to try again.

"Hey, wake up! It's almost time to leave for work."

She groaned again but slowly opened her eyes to look at me.

"What?"

she asked confused.

I watched as she then reached under her pillow that she rested on and pulled out her phone to look at the time. Her brows furrowed.

"See?"

She clicked off her phone and tucked it back under where she had it before and closed her eyes again.

"I still have forty minutes."

she mumbled at me.

"Forty minutes!?"

I asked in return, very confused.

Did she not have to be at work at eight AM like the rest of us normal business people?

"What time do you have to be to work!?"

Sighing she turned onto her side and tried to get comfy again.

"Eight, like normal people. I have forty minutes till I have to leave."

"You can't be serious."

I straightened up and looked at her with disbelief.

I can't help but to remember that  Jiyeon had always been an early riser. She took at least a hour to get herself ready in the morning. Plus she always wanted to go out for.breakfast or didn't eat at all.

"Do you need to take a shower or anything?"

Y/N mumbled something under her breath, still refusing to open her eyes again for me.

"I took one last night while you were talking to Jimin on the
phone. I'll be ready for work, don't worry about me. Now if you'd be so kind..."

she lifted her hand out from the blanket and dismissed me with it, then grabbed the blanket and threw it over her head.

Apparently she was serious about it.
I still couldn't believe it, but if that's the way she wanted it, then so be it. I did my part in trying and if she was late then
she would have no one but herself to blame.

Needing to get ready myself I grabbed a suit out of the closet and marched myself into the master bath to take a shower and get ready. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to be ready in time.

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Damn it.

This woman kept proving me wrong and making it hard for me to predict her actions.

It came to show that even though I had lived with Jiyeon for quite a while, I knew nothing of women.

This one was the complete opposite of her, and it was refreshing in a way, and also frustrating.

I stood in amazement as I walked into the kitchen and found Y/N all dressed in her new attire, auburn hair thrown up into a messy bun, sitting nar the table with cooked steaming food in front of herself and where I normally sit.
Plus she sipped on a cup of coffee and was reading something on her phone.

How long had I been in the shower for? Twenty minutes?

How in the world-

"You hungry?"

she suddenly asked, seeing me standing there staring at her.
She motioned to the plate full of food in front of my chair.

"I made you breakfast. I hope you don't mind."

I came over without a word and sat down, studying the food.

It was a nicely made omelet with an orange all sliced and peeled as well as a cup of coffee with cream already in it. I found myself looking up at her and studying her soft face.

She had light makeup on and could even pass as not having on any.
But for her, she had a natural beauty about her that I didn't really notice until now.

"I figured with your long run this morning you would need some extra protein and carbs. So I made this and threw together a few turkey rolls with cheese. You can take it or leave it."

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Y/N's POV:

So far things had gone good this morning.

My heart still ached, but I found myself keeping busy and was happy to see that Jungkook was now eating the breakfast I had made him.
He didn't say much since he had tried waking me up super early.

I was not a morning person.

Yes, I slept in till the very last minute but I had a system and me now living with Jungkook wouldn't change that.

Sure, I regrettably woke up a few minutes earlier than normal so that I could prepare a meal for two but that was about it.
He couldn't possibly ask me for anything more when it came to that.

"Oh!"

I said, as I watched him finish his food and I had ate the rest of my own.

"Before I forget, here."

I pulled out his credit card and held it out to him.
I didn't want to forget giving it back or telling him just how much I had spent.

He raised a brow and sipped at his coffee before he reached out and took the card back.

"Did you get everything you need?" he asked.

"Yeah for the most part. Thank you, I really appreciate it."

He nodded and tucked it into his suit pocket without question.

I furrowed my brows and waited for him to ask how much I spent, but it never came.

"Aren't you going to ask how much I spent?"

He shrugged.

"Not really."

Throwing back another drink of his coffee he took his plate and walked it to the sink.

"I'll just check the report today."

I frowned.

"Why would you do that when I could just tell you?"
I crossed my arms against my chest.

He raised a brow and looked at me.

"You actually kept track?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

He rinsed off his plate under some hot water then sat it down in the sink.

"Fine then, how much?"

"A hundred and forty."

He stopped and thought about it for a moment.

Oh no.

Did I go over what he thought I should have spent?

"A hundred and forty what?"

I stood to my feet and grabbed my own plate.

"Dollars, what else?"

I chuckled and walked over beside him to do the same as he did. Jungkook moved off to the side so I had room to do so without brushing against him.

"That's it?"

I wasn't expecting that question.

Isat the plate down on top of his and reached for the dish rag and soap.
Peeking beside me to look at him, I didn't quite understand.

"You were expecting more? We never established a budget so I assumed a hundred and fifty dollars was a good start and if it was too much then I could always pay you back."

"There wasn't a budget."

he stated causing my stomach to drop.

"You can't be serious."

I swallowed hard and I just couldn't seem to look away from him. His eyes said he spoke the truth and I honestly didn't think he had that much money to burn.

Who in the world did I marry?

"I'm always serious."
he replied.

"I'm used to my Ex going out and charging quite a bit to my card each week. So you're telling me that the outfit you are
wearing right now is... how much?"

His handsome face scanned my body up and down and I looked back at the dishes and blushed lightly.

"This outfit? About fifteen dollars."

"Huh.?"

he seemed to ponder.
I put soap on the dish rag and began to wash the dishes we just used.

"That's strange. You're outfit doesn't look much different
than the one she bought for close to a thousand dollars."

I gasped and dropped the fork I started cleaning.

My eyes darted to him in disbelief.

"You got to be shitting me! A thousand dollars!? For one outfit!?"

He frowned in disappointment.

"Yes. And she bought a couple at a time."

"Each year?!"

I asked, afraid of the answer.

He sighed.

"Each week."

All the air in my lungs disappeared.

"You let her waste money like that?"

I asked in a soft whisper.

With his Ex spending so much money on such material
things, I could have already paid off all of my father's debt by now and finally be free of it all.
How could one be so wasteful?!

"No, I didn't let her. She did it behind my back. I got the bills at the end of the month and put a stop to it for a while. She found ways around it, hence why I make it a habit of just checking my records each day."

When he rubbed the back of his neck I could tell he wanted to run his hands through his hair instead.
But he had just slicked his hair back for work.

My eyes scanned this unknown man I had to call my husband. So first, he was a stranger and now he was a rich stranger? This couldn't possibly get anymore crazy.

I sighed and shrugged off the fact that my mind also wanted to comment on his attire.
I was pretty sure his was just as expensive as what he accused his Ex of, but damn.

He looked good in it.

His strong features and muscular build that so wasn't my type was well fitted under that black suit of his.

I quickly threw away the thoughts and focused on the dishes and finally finished them.

"Well just so you know, I'm nothing like that. I'm all about budgets and saving money."

Especially since I didn't have any money to spare and blow.

"That's refreshing."

I nodded at his statement.
Well, at least he found the quality good even though I had no other choice but to be that way. Sighing I looked down at my watch and groaned.

"We better get going."

As if on cue, my phone went off with a notification. I groaned and walked back over to the dining room table and picked it up.

"Speak of the devil."

I grumbled as I read the text.

"Getting started early?"

Jungkook's voice ran through my thoughts as I read over Namjoon's text again.

"Something like that."
I sighed feeling the ache in my chest again.

"My boss just wants some coffee."

"He doesn't get it for himself? Or is office coffee too good for him?"

Sighing once again I threw my phone into my purse and slung the strap over my shoulder.

"He loves Starbucks. Since I mentioned once that I liked to stop there in the mornings before work, he now asks me to get him something."

Jungkook drank the last sip of the coffee I had made this morning then walked up beside me.

"But didn't you just have some with me?"
I nodded.

"Yes. But I go anyways and get him something. I usually just grab an extra empty cup and fill it up at work to make it seem like I got something as well."

I chuckled at how ridiculous it sounded.

Damn, the things I went through because I loved Namjoon.

I watched and followed Jungkoom as he went to the front door and unlocked it.

"You not too fond of Starbucks then?"
He chuckled as well, seeing the humor in it.

I frowned.

"I just can't afford to buy two drinks each time."

His large formed stopped and turned to look me in the eyes.

Yes, that was true.

I did love Starbucks and had gone once before. Since Namjoon loved Starbucks and I was trying to get closer to him, I had mentioned me going there. He took it as I went each morning before work and asked if I could get him something as well.

How was I to say no to him?

Of course I hardly had went due to my tight budget, but I started going for him regardless and just skipped it for myself.
He never knew though and I was planning on keeping it that way.
I waited for Jungkook to mock me since he had the money to burn, but he didn't.

He actually just reached into his pocket and pulled out the card that I had just returned and held it out.

"Why don't you hold onto this for now. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to use it."

I shook my head.

"No, that's okay. I don't want to use you."

I tried to reject it politely. Jungkook's face though didn't show pity, but it revealed that it... wanted to help?

"It's not using me, Lee."

His deep voice finally spoke the nickname I usually go by.
I swallowed hard and was surprised at how much I liked hearing him call me that.
It sounded good coming from him... more than usual.

I shook it off and looked down to the card.

"I have others on me, so don't worry about me. I want you to keep this one on you, just in case. You don't have to use it, but if you end up needing something I want to make sure you have backup."

Well, his reasoning was sound.
I felt my will power slowly fade as I stood before this intimidating man.

It's funny though... the more time I spent around him, I found him to be less and less intimidating. Finally I reached up and took the small card from him and tucked it into my purse as well.

"Thank you."

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