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The ride back home was dead silent. Everything felt grey.

As much as Jungkook wanted to initiate a conversation, the sight of Y/n's sunken figure aimlessly staring out of the window, didn't let him.

Occasional sobs and sniffles never failed in catching Jungkook's attention as he looked at his wife trying to get rid of those unstoppable tears.

He sighed. There was nothing he could do for now, except for giving Y/n some personal space to calm down.

"I-I'm sorry that you h-had to rush in such a s-short amount of t-time", with much difficulty, Y/n spoke, making Jungkook snap his head to the side.

"Oh, no no! Not at all, Y/n. You needed me and I came", trying to focus on the road better, Jungkook turned his head back towards the front, missing that faint smile playing on Y/n's lips.

Honestly, Y/n was a bit relieved hearing that. Just when she knew she had lost her father, there was no hope left for her, seeing Jungkook in the same office attire, looking exhausted as ever, she knew there was still hope left. He was there for her.

There was still someone she could rely on. Someone she could possibly love.

Sniffling at the thought, Y/n closed her eyes, mumbling a soft 'thank you', which made Jungkook's cheeks heat up a bit as the couple, finally arrived home.

The car halted and Jungkook got out of the car, hurriedly jogging towards Y/n's door as she was still half asleep. He opened the door and leaned in, carefully scooping Y/n's body in his muscular arms.

Y/n stirred in her sleep, gripping Jungkook's half-buttoned shirt with her soft palms. Definitely, her husband found that extremely adorable as he let out an airy chuckle, trying his best to not disturb Y/n. She had definitely gone through a lot already.

Locking the car, Jungkook slowly adjusted Y/n's calm figure in his arms before he walked into the house, locking the door behind him.

Unexpectedly, the house was a bit messy. The living room, especially. Not that Jungkook minded it being like that or something, but since Y/n came around, there wasn't even a speck of dust in the house. He never understood how she managed it, though.

Skimming his eyes through the room, he found a pile of clothes stacked on the table, in the corner of the room, and Y/n's shoes were all over the place at the entrance. Understanding the situation a bit more, Jungkook figured that after hearing about her father, there was probably nothing more important for Y/n as she immediately left the house in a hurry.

That was completely okay with Jungkook, either way. Y/n was his wife and he certainly did respect every single choice and decision she made.

Jungkook glanced down at Y/n's baby figure in his arms, her head rested against his chest, her hand clutching on his shirt for dear life. He wondered if she could possibly hear the violent thumping of his heart against his ribs as he walked up to Y/n's bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.

The room was dead silent as the only peaceful sound to Jungkook was the slow breathing from Y/n. Her eyes were closed, her hair were rather a bit messy but she still managed to look so calm and collected. At first, her palms were a bit reluctant to loosen their grip on Jungkook's shirt but eventually, his shirt was set free, slightly wrinkled.

In entirety, just everything about the woman laying in front of him was slowly driving him crazy day by day. Although he couldn't notice it much, he was slowly opening his heart to her.

Jungkook smiled, eyes still lingering on Y/n's sleeping figure. He thought she was the strongest woman he had ever encountered for everything she did that day. Jungkook just couldn't imagine being there at the time when he knew he could loose someone so close to him, let alone a fatherly figure.

He never got to see his father. Apparently, he passed away due to a chronic disease on the day Jungkook was brought to the world. On the day of his birth, Jungkook's father passed away, making his mother practically think of him as a curse to the whole family.

Still staring at Y/n, Jungkook wondered if Y/n would treat him the same once she knew. She wouldn't, right?

Shrugging his thoughts away, Jungkook slowly bent his back to reach the ends of the duvet next to Y/n. He gently pulled it over her body, stopping right at her chest, not wanting her to suffocate during sleep.

Sighing, Jungkook quietly walked away from the bed; the same visions of Y/n crying in his chest bothering him to anger. However, by the end of the day, Jungkook was sure of one thing.

He wouldn't like seeing Y/n cry due to any possible reason. Never.

"I will protect you with everything I have, Y/n. I promise."

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