The Awakening of a Rascally Wife 4

After a long silence, his brow creased slightly as he retrieved a small leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket.

Since he couldn’t speak, he relied on writing for communication. Carrying a notebook and pen had long become habit.

He unscrewed the pen cap with deliberate slowness. The nib touched paper, the scratching sound faint but clear. A moment later, he placed the notebook on the table, turning it toward Taehyung.

Taehyung leaned in to look—and froze. On the page, in sharp, forceful strokes, was a single word:

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

「Mn.」

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"……"

After all he’d said, he’d expected at least a few words in response.

Who knew he’d be this stingy—

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

(just one character! He couldn’t even spare a punctuation mark! Weren’t CEOs supposed to even cough with perfect grammar?)

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

(Someone was lying!)

Though his mind was spinning with criticism, what came out of his mouth was entirely different.

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"Sorry, sorry—"

Sorry. This one word were all too familiar to Jungkook. During company meetings, whenever an employee was presenting, a mere glance from him would often prompt an automatic

Irrelevant people

"Sorry, Mr. Jeon."

Their flustered expressions always carried an unspoken subtext: Sorry, I forgot you can’t speak—I shouldn’t have said so much in front of you.

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

**staring at Taehyung's face

His dark, fathomless eyes studied Taehyung’s face. He met his gaze—neither oppressive nor gentle—head-on. And continued:

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"—My question was pretty pointless. I guess ‘Mn’ is all you could really write, huh~"

With a light laugh, his eyes crinkling, he seemed to have a sudden idea

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"—How about this: I’ll talk, you listen, and you write down whatever you feel like answering. Sound good?"

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"But seriously, how is your handwriting so good? I’m so jealous."

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"I took calligraphy classes in elementary school, but only lasted a month—started strong, quit fast."

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"Wish I’d stuck with it. Ugh~"

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"Did you practice penmanship?"

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"Ah, that doesn’t count as the first question, by the way. Hahaha."

Relaxed, Taehyung's chatty nature emerged in full force. A single "Mn" from him had sparked an entire monologue

With every sentence he spoke, the expressions of Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li in the kitchen grew more horrified

They knew the master’s temperament—

Aunt Zhang

(no one had ever dared be this noisy in his presence.)

Jungkook’s eyes held no warmth. He listened impassively, then picked up his pen again with unhurried grace. Taehyung's behavior today was unusual. But they were, nominally, husbands. If he had questions, he would answer.

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

「Yes. Practiced for some time.」

Taehyung peered at the page and marveled:

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"See, only dedicated practice gives your strokes that sharpness. My childhood teacher wasn’t lying."

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

"......."

For his second question, Taehyung deliberated briefly.

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"How many days a month do you usually spend in the capital?"

Quickly, he added:

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"(Not checking up on you, btw—just curious.)"

The man’s hand hesitated almost imperceptibly. The unfamiliar phrasing from Taehyung gave him pause. His expression indifferent, he leaned back in his chair

The pen scratched against paper once more.

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

「No business trips recently」

As he wrote, Taehyung stole a few discreet glances. His lashes lowered, veiling his eyes, his jawline sharp and defined

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

**studying his features

The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing slender, pale wrists with a cool undertone. His hand, gripping the pen, had long, well-defined knuckles and faintly visible veins, exuding a subtle sense of strength.

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

(I just realized I'm an absolute sucker for good looks—and hands.)

There was no denying it, When it came to appearance and aura, Jungkook was flawless. His brows carried an elegant sharpness edged with a hint of arrogance, giving him a striking, almost aggressive handsomeness. Yet his silence tempered that boldness, making it elusive—adding layers of restraint and mystery.

Taehyung couldn’t help but wonder…

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

(If Jungkook weren’t mute, what kind of dazzling brilliance would he radiate?)

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

**frown

As if sensing his unabashed gaze, he noticed him frown slightly. He guessed he was probably annoyed by his endless questions. Taehyung posed one final inquiry:

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"Last question..."

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

**lifted his eyes indifferently.

His expression said, Go on.

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"I’m pretty talkative. Back in middle school, I’d even get called out by the teacher for chatting too much with my desk mate and end up standing in punishment. But holding back what I want to say just feels… uncomfortable, you know?"

Jeon Taehyung (omega)

"So, uh… do I annoy you with all this talking?"

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

(Yes.)

That was the first thought that flashed through Jungkook’s mind. Knowing himself, if he kept rambling, his patience would run out in under five minutes. Taehyung waited for an answer, his clear, liquid eyes fixed on him.

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

**glance at him

Jungkook glanced at him, then at the leather-bound notebook. When his gaze shifted back, Taehyung instinctively straightened his posture, eager to leave a good impression.

To him, the gesture carried an unwitting trace of something pitiful.

Jungkook paused for half a second before slowly looking away. Against his usual cold demeanor, he wrote two words—

Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)

「It’s fine」