PROTECT YOU <JUNGKOOK X READER>

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Y/n

My husband.

I walk at the pathways with my husband. In front of the lines up cafe in town. Gwangju is warm and cold at some point. It's a good time to enjoy coffee or ice while sat at the park beaches. Watching kids playing while their parents had a small picnic under the trees.

I wanna do that with Irish, she must have been missing about going to picnic on the weekend.

I enjoy the Boba tea that we bought from one of those shops. It's sweet and delicious. I would take one day to enjoy every desserts that I want out of my discipline days of being vegetarian to stay fit.

He walk next to me, securely hold my hand and it starts to get sweating. I look at him who's now look away because I caught him staring.

"Why are you hands sweating? Are you nervous?" I ask, waiting for him to look at me. But he doesn't, instead of clearing his throat.

"No, is just sweating."

"Should I let go?"

"No!" He look at me now and I giggles at his behavior. He's genuinely nervous and I know it.

We walk again, but then stopping at the front of flower shop. He face me.

"Why did you kiss me, sweetheart?" He ask, I never thought he would asking such a question. I don't really have answers for that.

"I don't know, I just want it." I tell him and he look at me fondly.

"You want it?"

"Yeah, can we please not talk about that?" I try my best to avoid his gaze, I'm so nervous when he look at me like that. He chuckles and pull me into a hug.

"You like daisies, aren't you?" He whispers to me, and I pull away and look up to him.

"Yeah, so is Irish."

"Let's bought them."

He take me to the flower shop and then he asked for two bouquets of daisies. He's very excited and hurriedly take me to his car and we leave to irish's school.

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We wait patiently in front of her class. She's singing with her friends before the class is over. I keep an eye on her, she's happily wave at me when our eyes meet. I wave at her.

The teacher said goodbye to her students, they bow to each other. And she told her students to make a line so they can get out of the class one by one.

When it's Irish turn, I kneel down and spread my arms for her to come into my embrace. She's running to me and throw her little arms on my neck.

"Hey, how was your first day?" I ask her as she let me go.

"Good, I love this schools. My friends is all nice to me." She tell me and her father happily.

"Very good, sweetie, we have a surprise for you."

He show her the daisy flower. And her smile grew excitedly at her face. She take the bouquet and hug the flower carefully not to break it.

"Daisy... Thank you, Papa, this is beautiful."

"It is, baby, shall we go home now?"

"Okay."

Three of us leave the school. She walks first to the car with her father while I was watching them.

The last person that enter the car is me. She got to know that I also have the same flowers as her.

(I'm always being alone not to meant being left out. I just struggling to fit in. When I don't like my surroundings, I prefer to had them talks about me and earned something they didn't realize they have lost)