mafia husband jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The house was immersed in semi-darkness, only the nightlight in the bedroom cast a soft light on the bed. You were not sleeping, lying on your side, pressing your palm to your rounded belly. A door slammed somewhere below, and a minute later he came up the stairs.

Jungkook.

In a dark coat, with the smell of cigarettes and burning, but with the same look as on the first day - as if he saw the most valuable. He threw his coat on the chair, came up to you quietly and sat down next to you, without saying a word.

You reached out to him, your fingers to his cheek, warm but tense. He caught your hand, pressed it to his lips. There was weariness in his eyes. And fear. The same fear he never showed to anyone but you.

“Fighting again?” you whispered.

He didn't answer. He just knelt down by the bed and leaned his forehead against your stomach. Silently. For a long time.

"I'm trying to clean out this whole damn world so you can both sleep soundly," he said dully. "But if I have to, I'll burn it all to hell."

He exhaled, ran his hand over your stomach and added more quietly:

• You are my present. And you are my future. I will do everything to keep you safe. I promise.