Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

2.Dinner

Do you know that groan you make when you just wake up after a long night of wild and rough sex?

Hand still holding his head as he let out just that groan, Jungkook opened his eyes, adjusting his vision to the morning sunlight.

"You're insane," you mumbled in his chest, eyes closed.

"Pretty cool, huh?" He asked, letting out a small yawn.

"No," you denied. "Why didn't you tell me that the bed broke?"

The naked man beside you just shrugged. "More fun that way?"

"More fun?" You asked, raising your head up to look at him. Your heart beating fast, vision strangely clear. You were full of anger and relief and joy.

"Well, kind of," you stated, climbing on top of him. "I have the feeling we just made a deal with the devil, and he's going to come back and want our first child or something."

"You want kids? Because, you know, practice makes-"

"Shut up, muscle pig. To be clear, no one agrees with you," you cut him off resting your body completely on his.

"To be clear, I don't care," Jungkook said as he wrapped his arms around your bare waist.

Time skip~

"What do you think?" You asked, doing a small twirl as you stood in front of your best friend who sat on the couch in a rather arrogant way, the face he shows to the outsiders.

"Too revealing, and the tailor forgot to sew the back. I don't like it," he said bluntly.

Turning his head to the woman- the designer who brought all the dresses here, Jungkook gave an unimpressed look. "Don't you have clothes that have been stitched completely? Because, as long as I remember, I told you that she needed a dress for a dinner."

"No need to be rude," you mumbled, sitting beside your best friend with an asymmetric black gown in your hand.

"Look at this one. It will match with the tuxedo you'd be wearing," you said.

"Hotel Del Luna?" He asked and you nodded.

"Episode 8. Givenchy maxi assymetric gown," you said as he signaled the woman to leave the room.

"Carrot, I want you to stay by my side throughout dinner. If you want to go somewhere, take me with you. Got it?" Jungkook asked and you gave him a 'duh' look.

"I can protect myself too, Kookie," you said. "I mean, we're ninjas."

Your best friend just threw his head back and sighed.

"Maybe I'm a ninja. You're just a really loud, awkward fruit ninja," he said. "-but we're both ninjas."

Dinner~

"Stop wiggling," Jungkook spoke, still not looking at you as he held you near him by your waist.

"Wait a second. I don't understand why you say that," you said to no one in particular. "I wasn't trying to get out of your grip," you defended before trying to run away again.

"Oh now you're trying," he said, holding your waist with more force as he practically dragged a sulking you inside the mansion in which you both were having dinner for tonight.

"I can still run away and you can't track me," you said.

"And how is that, Ms.Smartypants?" Jungkook asked.

"I'll go incognito," you said and he rolled his eyes before getting you to sit on the dining chair, across him as he sat on the huge one at the end.

A few minutes past, you saw the familiar man walking inside the silent dining room and sitting on the chair in front of Jungkook, literally a fifty feet away.

"Are we having ghosts?" You leaned towards your best friend and asked. "Because it's only the three of us in here, and why do we need so much food and chairs?"

"You want to say something, Y/n?" The pale skinned man's voice echoed through the place.

"Uh, I just wanted to suggest that we could've had lunch together, instead of a formal dinner, Yoongi."

Humming lazily in response, Yoongi spoke up. "But I'd be busy sleeping and you all know that I personally don't like people and sunlight. You have to respect my personal space, and I like only formal dresses."

Nodding your head, you concentrated on the grilled cheese sandwich that you were served. Yep, for dinner that came with the note Just shut up, nod, and eat.

Forty boring minutes later~

Sitting alone by the mini bar's counter, you looked at the shelves aimlessly as Yoongi and Jungkook were discussing about 'business' in the former's office.

When your eyes stopped at a small bottle on the lower shelf, you jumped off the bar stool, walking towards it.

"Drink me," you read what was on the sticker of the small glass bottle.

"Alice's adventures in Wonderland. Why not?" You mumbled before taking off the cap, drinking the liquid that was of your favorite color.

You were an idiot.

Five minutes later~

You've gone incognito, officially. In each of us there is another whom we do not know. And there's someone in your head right now, but it's not you.

"Y/n!" Jungkook exclaimed and ran to you as he saw your clearly unstable condition. "What did you drink?! You're acting like a super horny dog with the virility of a rabbit."

Aroused by his voice, you swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught yourself on the edge of the counter.

"That's not very nice of you to say," you stated. "I just put myself in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just strip-"

"I want to say something," Yoongi interrupted and the man who was trying to hold you looked at him.

"What do you want to say, hyung?" He asked.

"Whatever would give you the idea that I'm her damn brother?" The pale skinned man snapped as he pulled you out of Jungkook's embrace and smacked your head, real hard.

"OWW! WHAT THE- Yoongles?" You asked, a bit surprised. "Did you just hit me?"

Yoongi looked pale. Pale and shaken and- how predictable was this?- pissed.

"Cognitive recalibration," your brother answered. "Yes. I hit you really hard on the head," he added and you shook your head, trying to stand with the help of Jungkook, the other nearest mortal support you could find.

"Am I in Avengers?" You asked again, inconsequentially yawning a little before your brother hit your head again, giving you enough pain and reason to pass out in your best friend's arms.

Laying your head on his chest, Jungkook leaned his back against the counter and said, "You might not believe this, but there is no one like Y/n in this world."

You're the kind who wouldn't cut down a large old tree because it was a large old tree.

"Oh, I believe it," your brother corrected, thinking back to the time you had forgotten your school locker's combination and tried to get into it with an axe. No one was really sure where you'd gotten it from.

Once again, you were an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, cute, sweet, sexy idiot. But an idiot nonetheless.