Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

12.Heaven & Rage

"Y/n!" Your best friend yelled. "I want takeaway and the cuddly 1.75 m teddy bear for me to hug!" He exclaimed before jumping on the couch.

"Hyung, be careful," your husband said with wide eyes as he sat on the couch beside you, protective arms wrapping around your figure.

"Jiminie, don't worry-"

"How can I not worry?! It's my wedding night!" Jimin yelled, pouting before screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Hyung, you weren't this nervous in the morning," Jungkook said as he kept caressing your stomach like always.

"That's because your brother-in-law wasn't going to make my legs go numb while exchanging rings!" He snapped and you sighed.

Weddings are fun as long as they're not yours.

"Jagi, stay here. I'll go get the car ready," the man sitting beside you said, kissing your temple before leaving.

"Teasing Yoongi hyung is like teasing a beast," the mochi said as he pouted.

"Dirty texted him before the wedding?" You asked and he nodded. "No wonder he kept staring at you like you-know-what throughout the day," you mumbled.

"Oh my gawd, what the hell is he doing in the kitchen?" Jimin asked as he could clearly hear his husband trying to fry eggs, something that he promised he'd do on their wedding night for no-one-knows-why.

"Just relax, okay?"

"I can't relax! I've never been to a wedding night!" He exclaimed.

As one of the several servants walked to their bedroom with a plate of fried eggs Yoongi made, probably to place it among the decorations, the smol pinky fingered man looked at you.

"I need motivation."

"Motivation? Just remember the moment you both met. The touch that he planted, the garden he left, like how my husband did to me."

"Oh, yeah," Jimin agreed. "I see the garden Jungkook left, in your stomach."

Rolling your eyes, you slapped his arm. "Whatever. Wanna play a game until my brother finishes teasing? Because, obviously, he loves how you're eager and waiting for him."

Five minutes later~

"Never have I ever rejected ice cream," Jimin said and you raised your hand. "Your turn."

"Never have I ever had sex on a ferris wheel," you said and he stayed silent, not raising his hand as acceptance *imaginary gush of wind passes through*. "How?" You mused.

"What do you mean 'how'?" The mochi snapped with an adorable pout on his face. "Your brother's always horny for me and the ferris wheel stood at the top for like fifteen minutes on our date night, it was cold and, things happen, you know-"

His words were cut off as the pale skinned man came out of nowhere and lifted him up from the couch, bridal style, while mumbling you a 'good night' before getting to their bedroom.

You knew how their night would go on after this. Your brother-in-law would be like, "Wanna know what's tasty in Busan?" And your brother would be like "Wanna see how Daegu tongue technology works?"

Heaven? No, the other place is where you're going to go to for thinking what you're thinking.

~

"You're asleep, sweet cheeks?" Jungkook asked as you kept staring outside the car's window.

You're not sleeping. Your mind is alive.

"You know, with a Bugatti being driven this slow, I'd rather walk all the way home," you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

"Safety first, safety second, coolness third," he replied before placing a kiss on your hand that he was holding, the wheel in his other hand. "I'm driving two more babies home."

You flinched as you felt one of his hands fumbling at the hem of your frock. A smile finding way to your lips as you moved your hand towards him in response, and then you realized the problem, reaching to unbuckle his belt.

"Nope," Jungkook said as he stopped your hand while still concentrating on the road. "Bending down isn't safe during pregnancy," he reminded.

You just pouted, leaning your head on his shoulder before gradually falling asleep, knowing that this bunny would carry you to your bedroom once you've reached home.

Next morning~

"Good morning, world! Have a cup of coffee and start your engines because it's still a long way before you reach the weekend," you said to no one in particular after opening your eyes to stare at the curtains that were closed, just lying on the bed and not finding Jungkook beside you.

Huffing, you pushed the comforter away, landing your feet on the floor and marching to the bathroom door, opening it.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

You whistled at the sight of your husband's shirtless figure standing in front of the sink's mirror, startled by your sudden entry, trying to cover himself with the towel.

Knew it! He has been doing more ab workouts, and damn was it all worth it to see the look on your face when he'd take his shirt off.

"What? Nothing I haven't seen before," you said before walking forward to the cute bunny who was trying to cover his chest, adoring the sight of the foam covering his face.

"And who gave you permission to walk?" He pouted- full on pouted, gently gripping your waist and lifting you up as he made you sit on the countertop.

"My central nervous system did," you answered, getting the razor from him, continuing the task for him.

"Looks like we got a new kink," Jungkook said in a low tone, a mischievous smile replacing the cute look on his face as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Nuh-uh. Back to business," you said sternly, decimating the shaving foam while trying not to slit his throat or face accidentally.

Shaving is a way to start the workday by ritually not cutting your throat when you've the chance.

"All done," you mumbled, using the towel to wipe his face that he just rinsed with cold water. The wide and accentuated jawline gave off a more masculine feel which was very appealing to look at.

"Finally," he sighed before bending down and placing continuous kisses on your stomach. "Let's go out for shopping, okay? We'll buy cribs, onesies, more toys, choose the nursery's theme, and then we'll go to your favorite restaurant for dinner," he completed.

"Were you talking to me or the babies?" You asked and Jungkook just grinned widely, raising his head up to place a kiss on your lips. "And by the way, can you buy me a chocolate flavored toothpaste? I really want it, and I also wouldn't mind some ice cubes for breakfast."

"But you already have caramel and strawberry toothpaste, honey," he mumbled, tilting his head to the side, regretting his reply the moment your eyes turned misty.

He clearly had a death wish.

"I'm pregnant, angry, and hungry. Which means that I'm prangry and you should approach me with caution. I feel nauseous but I can never really throw up. I didn't battle morning sickness, didn't have uh, what do you call it? Cravings. I have rage and two humans you put inside my stomach. I have the rage! And I can't get off this countertop. Send help or waffles. No! Just send waffles!"