The next morning, Jungkook sat at the breakfast table, his patience already stretched thin from the previous day’s chaos. Just then, he heard the faint sound of music playing from the hallway. He turned to see Rose entering the room, casually scrolling through her phone.

“Good morning, husband,” she said lightly, dropping onto the breakfast table. She put her phone aside for a moment to grab a plate, but soon had it back in hand, scrolling casually while taking bites of her food.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. She was eating with one hand and scrolling with the other, completely oblivious to the sound of clattering utensils that usually drove him mad.

The maids froze in fear, and even Easton, standing by, thought to himself, This girl truly has no fear.

Finally, Jungkook’s voice cut sharply through the room. “Rose, can you at least finish your breakfast first before scrolling? It’s… distracting.”

Rose looked up at him, unbothered, a mischievous glint in her eyes and she said “If you have a problem with it, then do your breakfast faster, husband. I’ll continue like this.”

With that, she returned to her phone, completely unbothered, leaving Jungkook gripping his fork in restrained frustration.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, staring at her with a mix of disbelief and simmering anger. Every spoon clink, every tap on the phone, grated against his love for precision.

Rose, completely unbothered, tilted her head and smirked at him. “What? Am I distracting you, husband? Maybe you need to focus on your food instead of glaring at me.”

His eyes darkened. “Do you enjoy testing me, Rose?”

“Of course,” she said, taking a deliberate bite of her toast while scrolling. “It’s fun watching you try to control me.”

Easton quietly stepped back, sensing that the storm was about to hit. The maids hid in corners, hoping not to witness the inevitable clash.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. “Alright… if you want to play, let’s see how far you can push me.”

Rose laughed lightly, completely fearless. “Oh, don’t worry. I know exactly how far I can go… and how much I can drive you crazy.”

The air between them crackled, both of them fully aware of the battle of wills that had begun—and neither willing to back down first

Jungkook finished his breakfast, stood up, and slowly walked toward Rose with that dangerous smirk on his face.

In one swift motion, he snatched her phone from the table and started walking away.

Rose’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger. “Hey! Give me back my phone!” she shouted, jumping from the table.

Jungkook didn’t turn around. “Hmm? I thought you might need a little break from scrolling,” he said, teasingly, holding the phone just out of her reach.

Rose stomped her foot and Walk after him. “I said give it back! Don’t think I won’t make you regret this!”

Jungkook chuckled darkly, enjoying her fearless pursuit. “Oh, I like it when you get fired up, princess. It suits you.”

Rose gritted her teeth, determination flashing in her eyes. “I don’t care what suits me—I want my phone, now!”

Rose, young and spoiled, got annoyed quickly. Her cheeks flushed as she realized Jungkook was enjoying every flicker of her expression—cute yet fiery. He held her phone high above his head, just out of reach, and teased her mercilessly.

“Ohh, my cute wifey,” he said, smirking, “you’re so short… how do you think you can reach me, huh?”

Rose’s eyes blazed with anger. “Give me my phone!” she snapped, her hands reaching futilely toward him.

Jungkook tilted his head, still teasing, “Hmm… is there anything in your phone that you don’t want me to see?”

She crossed her arms, frustration evident, and shot back, “Nothing! Just give me my phone!”

Jungkook chuckled darkly, enjoying the mix of defiance and helplessness in her stance.

Jungkook leaned down slightly, almost giving her the phone… but then, with a sly smirk, he snatched it away again.

“Jungkook! Give me my phone!” Rose shouted, chasing after him.

He glanced back, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Not today, wifey. Today, I’m keeping your phone with me.”

She quickened her pace, trying to catch him, but the mansion doors closed behind him before she could reach him. She stopped, huffing in frustration, her hands on her hips.

Meanwhile, outside, Jungkook slipped her phone into his pocket, a small, victorious smile tugging at his lips. Without another word, he walked toward his car, heading to his office, leaving Rose standing there, fuming but helpless.

Rose clenched her fists and muttered under her breath, “I’ll take my revenge, Jungkook.”

That evening, Jungkook returned home and headed straight to his room—but Rose was nowhere to be found. Frowning, he went to his study room, only to find his favorite books scattered across the floor. On his table, Rose sat confidently, flipping through some of his important documents.

“Rose! What is this?!” he barked, his anger rising.

She looked up, unfazed. “Give me my phone first,” she said coolly, tossing his files onto the floor and walking toward him.

“You will get punished for this,” Jungkook warned, his gaze dark.

She smirked. “I won’t take your punishment.”

He tilted his head, a smirk of his own forming. “Okay… then I won’t give your phone back either.”

Frustration flashed in her eyes.

Jungkook’s smirk turned sly. “Your punishment is… cooking for me.”

“I hate cooking! I won’t do anything,” she snapped, crossing her arms defiantly.

He narrowed his eyes. “Fine… then I’ll never give your phone back.”

Rose’s anger boiled over, but she quickly regained composure. “Okay… I’ll do it, but promise me—you’ll give me my phone!”

Jungkook’s smirk softened into a playful grin. “Sure, wifey.”

Rose stormed into the kitchen, her determination burning in her eyes, with Jungkook right behind her. He gave a sharp look to the maids. “Everyone out. Now,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The maids immediately scurried out, and Jungkook turned to Rose with a playful smirk. “Go ahead, wifey. You have the kitchen to yourself,” he said, then finally left her side.

Rose glanced around, studying the layout, her mind racing with mischief. Jungkook peeked once more, teasing, “Need help, wifey?”

She spun around, glaring at him. “Go away—or I’ll throw chili powder in your face!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Ahh… dangerous, my wifey. I’ll leave you to it.”

Once alone, Rose faced the fridge, muttering to herself with a wicked grin, “I’ll make him regret ever sending me here.”

Rose opened the fridge and started pulling out ingredients with a dramatic flair, tossing them onto the counter like she owned the kitchen. She hummed under her breath, clearly enjoying the thought of making Jungkook regret this.

Jungkook, unable to resist, quietly leaned against the doorway, watching her every move with a smirk. “Wifey, you’re making quite a mess,” he teased, though his eyes betrayed amusement.

Rose whipped around, glaring at him. “I told you—stay out! Or this chili powder won’t be the only thing you regret,” she said, brandishing a small container like a weapon.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m gone… for now,” he said, backing toward the door with a grin. But even as he left, he couldn’t help but peek back, watching her move with precision, mixing, chopping, and clearly plotting something.

As she worked, Rose muttered under her breath, “Let’s see how he likes a little chaos in his perfect mansion…”

Jungkook, from a distance, darkly chuckled. “My wifey… always keeping me on my toes.”

Jungkook’s phone buzzed, and he left the kitchen for a moment. Rose, grinning mischievously, began cooking with deliberate care—or so it seemed. She loaded his plate with her special “ingredient”: a generous amount of chili powder, smirking at the thought of his reaction.

After some time, she carried the plate to the dining table, her smile teasing and triumphant. Jungkook looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Hmm… looking good, nice work, wifey,” he said, his tone light, masking his curiosity.

Rose crossed her arms, leaning back slightly. “Now… give me my phone,” she demanded.

With a smirk of his own, Jungkook handed her the phone. She grabbed it quickly, a satisfied sparkle in her eyes.

Then Jungkook picked up a spoon, glancing at the dish carefully as everyone—including Easton—watched in silent anticipation. The first bite hovered in the air.