𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ||

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒄, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆?

YN'S POV:

Oh..... Woah......Umm...... I'm feeling so cozy and warm and lazy and safe. It feels so soft and big as if I'm hugging a fluffy teady bear. I smiled in my sleep. Everything was fine and squeezy until I realised that I don't have a goddamn teady bear!! My smile faded away and I opened my eyes immediately and saw him.

His hands were wrapped around my waist and face nuzzling in my chest as he slept unfazed like a baby. That's when I realised that till now the teady bear that I was hugging and squeezing was none other than this man beside me. I tried to throw his hand off my body but his Hulk grasp over me was restraining me from doing so.

I struggled. "Oi!" "Hey!" I groaned and shouted. "Mr. Mafia" "The heck, leave me!" I yelled but he was too involved in his dreamland to give any heed to my realistic words. I grunted rolling my eyes —frustrated early in the morning.

Now there's only one way to awake him and that always works with boys. I took a deep breath. "Oi!" I kicked him in the balls(not hardly though) but as soon as I made this move he hovered over me. Both my wrists were pinned on the either sides of me on the bed. He was so close I could feel his breaths on my lips and I'm sure he can feel the same too. He gwaked into my eyes like a loving fool.

His looks were giving mischievous vibes as he raised his left eyebrow. "I was just a little force away from loosing the ability of making you the mumma of my five little kids" he cleared himself seriously but, in an appealing voice. I narrowed my brows and then rolled my eyes on that stupid hyperbole he used while I tried to loosen his tight grip around my hands. Five kids?! Bruh! Just dream on!

"Leave already" I threatened him by gritting my teeth. He looked to the other side biting his lips, his cheeks pinkish. "Hey!" I widened my eyes as I shouted, does my words even make sense to him or am I just talking for the plot?!

What does he want early in the morning? I thought.

"My parents have given me a very beautiful name and I guess it's definitely not 'Hey' or 'Oi' " he said and then looked away in hope of hearing me call him by his name. Now how do I tell this fvcknut that I hate him so much that I refused to utter his dirty name from my clean mouth.

He again diverted his gaze at me. "Also you can't call me 'fvcknut' for the rest of our lives, right?" He raised his eyebrows. So he knew all this time, atleast he is aware of my hatred, I sighed. "So what would my wife call me? Taehyung? Baby? Darling?" .....then he moved his lips closer to my ears and whispered, "or Daddy?"

This stupidity made me snap, my jaw dropping in annoyance and I don't know why, but my heart skipped for a bit. What's with this feeling? I don't know. I just want him to get off me. This. Instant.

I didn't think of anything and said, "Mr. Kim"

"Ah.. I see my wife respects me a lot" he nodded.

Respect my foot, I cursed him internally. "Kim!" I exclaimed. "I'll call you Kim, happy?!" He grinned wide while that face just made me furious.