Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

8.Hunger games

"Where are we?" You asked again for the nth time as you looked at the car waiting near the runway.

One of the men standing near the black cars handed you what he was protecting in a small paper bag.

"After a ten hour flight, you give me a veg wrap that is wrapped in silver foil when I'm hungry for you?" You asked in disbelief before taking a bite. "Not bad though."

Getting in the backseat with Jungkook, you were handed a magazine by him.

"Ultimate honeymoon guide in the Maldives," you read the cover and a huge smile found way to your lips. "Baby," you cooed before smooching your husband's face with kisses.

Hunger games begin.

"Oh oh, wait," you said. "Snorkeling first. We'll find Nemo," you said and continued eating the food given to you.

"You slobbered on my cheek, by the way," Jungkook said and you just smiled before letting him kiss your cheek too.

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As you laid on the bed with eyes closed, your husband took slow steps towards you who looked as if you had just fallen asleep.

Trembling, he knelt down on the floor beside the bed and awakened you with a kiss.

You looked at him with wondering eyes and said, "Is it you, my prince? I have waited for so long."

Jungkook smiled before laying his head on your stomach with a sigh, taking off the blanket he was using as a cape. "That prince should be sued for kissing an underage girl without her consent."

"But right now, we both acted really well," you said before flipping your hair with a sassy smile as you jumped off the bed, going to the couch for your lunch.

"This is not what I wanted to role play in our honeymoon," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear as he pouted.

"What did you have in your mind then?" You asked, stabbing the fork into the huge pile of spaghetti that was on the plate.

"Well, I though about me wearing my tuxedo, you'll be wearing a short skirt. And we'll play teacher and student. Or maybe massage therapist, doctor and patient, photographer and model, or-"

"Gawd, I love the spaghetti," you said, like you didn't hear what he said, moaning a little at the food's taste.

Food is the only thing that can make you moan after Jungkook.

"Is it really that good?" Your husband asked, sitting beside you on the couch as he kissed your cheek.

"Yeah," you answered. "So damn good. I wish that we had the chef who prepared this in our house," you said as Jungkook just hummed in response.

"And I'm already tired from this morning. Jeez, you didn't even wait until we got our bags inside the room," you complained at the end.

"Your face is fresh like a salad, baby," he said, his head on your lap as he laid himself on the huge couch.

"I hate you. Jimunchkin must know how I feel."

"Because Yoongi hyung never lets him rest. Jimin hyung told that teasing his future-husband is like teasing the beast," Jungkook said.

"You're banned from bed. I want to swim with dolphins," you said, munching your lunch.

Time skip~

Wearing your black swim leggings and shirt, you stood inside the water with your husband, holding his hand.

You miss the days when one could just push someone in the ocean without worrying about their cellphone.

Jungkook was wearing his black swimming outfit, that thankfully covered his precious body in a safe way, and he is just so wet from all the playing around as you pretended to swim like a mermaid.