Incognito [Mafia Husband- Oneshot series]

13.Sometimes

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of the day and you have to get out of bed.

"Rise and shine," Jungkook said to himself. "How lucky dead people are."

Running a hand through his hair as one of his arms was still wrapped around your sleeping figure, he smiled. But sunrise is so beautiful that it is worth waking him up to see you.

You have no idea how he feels to wake up every morning, knowing that you are his and he's yours.

Moving the comforter down slightly, making sure to have your lower half covered in case you feel cold, he placed a kiss on your tiny thirteen week old baby (more like babies) bump.

His arms around your waist made you look like a human burrito.

The book he was reading last night, 'Pregnancy for obnoxiously excited and terrified first-time parents', was still placed on the nightstand. And needless to say, he freaked out in every part, and the labor was the best.

"Don't get emotional over tomatoes dying while Jin cooks, okay? You'll make mama sad too," Jungkook whispered near your stomach. "And if you're ready to kick, papa will have a soccer stadium built for you both."

Keep it together. You're not due for another six months.

Placing another kiss on your baby bump, he gave one to your lips before silently moving to get ready for work.

He practically leapt out of bed and skidded across the floor in his bare feet, and didn't bother looking in the mirror. Couldn't be that messy, could it?

Maybe he'd give a quick glace before taking a shower.

Your husband looked in the mirror. Not good. His hair looked like a bird's nest. Did he have time to fix it?

He had to fix it. So he just got done with his morning routine, taking a shower, changing into his suit and all.

Where was the hairbrush? It should've been on the dressing table like always. But wasn't there. Where was it?

Think, Jungkook.

Oh, yeah. You were singing last night before getting to bed, using the hairbrush as a mic, and then threw it out of the window.

Never mind. He still looked sexy with that long, messy hair.

"Jungkook," you whispered and he turned towards you, just finished with wearing his blazer. "I'm not feeling good."

Your husband walked forward, smiled like shooting an arrow into your heart, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he placed his arm above your head.

"Want me to hold you, broccoli baby?" He asked softly, caressing your head before kissing it.

Seeing that you were sweating profusely with your eyes half open, Jungkook took off the duvet which was on you.

And that's when he noticed your lower body that was covered in blood.

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Horrific thoughts started running across his mind. Almost every single night he had dreamt of this pregnancy and getting to hold his newborns in his arms, started to turn into nightmares.

Your brother who had rushed to the hospital with Jimin after Jin had called him to inform about what happened, sat beside him on the chair in the doctor's cabin, trying to ease his mind.

Jungkook didn't want to tell him what he felt. All his life, he has never been this scared. Not even while having a fully loaded gun pointed at his head.

He kept sinking deeper into his chair, his already pale skin becoming an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse as the doctor began to speak.

The world saw him as the cruel murderer, said that almost every sinful action he ever committed can be traced back to a selfish motive. A trait he hated in other people but justified in himself.

He has never cared for anyone, but you. He had someone who made every second mean something. And now, the fact that maybe everything he ever wished for could shatter, he was lost. By the fact that he was maybe going to lose his unborn children.

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt himself and push everyone but you away.

Being heartless was so much easier.

"Jungkook," Jin called as everyone got out of the doctor's cabin. "The nurse said that Y/n just woke up."

With that, you husband ran like a reckless person to the hospital room you were in, almost tripping on his own feet in haste that he should be near you right now.

You were lying on the bed, eyes open as you turned your head to his side after hearing the door open.

He looked at you, oblivious to everything around him as he took slow steps towards the bed.

It wasn't until he sat on the edge of the mattress before holding your hand, a drop of tear escaped your right eye.

"Jungkook," you managed to let out in a low voice and he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your head, resting his forehead against yours, as if it was to console himself.

Something like panic struck at you. Your heart keeps beating twice its pace and you're worried about what?

You formed this life day by day, taking as its materials, the emptiness and panic as well as the rushes, like fever, of contentment. You both were beyond fear of solitude and losing someone again. Past it, you thought. So, you added in a tight voice, "Are they okay?"

You watch as Jungkook stared back at you, and you don't know how long he has been holding the tears in his eyes.

And he cried, hugging you, making these sounds of a soul being ripped into two as the grief took its toll.

Sometimes, it takes a good fall to really know where you stand.