𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑀𝓎 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 • 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝒇𝒇 ꜰꜰ

Chapter 18

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JUNGKOOK POV

I OPENED the car door and get inside our home.

These few days are really exhausting and handful. I'm feeling stressed about everything.

Gil Sang is gone. That fucking shit. Being a mafia is a prop. Bloody bastard.

"Welcome home."

That voice. My consciousness comes back. That voice is soft and honey coated. Fuck, even words can't describe the pleasure I'm feeling from that heavenly voice.

"Jungkook!?"

It echoed in my mind again like a warm sea wave.

"Darling."

I hold her, slumping in her arms.

"You ok?" I slowly breathe.

Why her voice is soo smooth? Like a warm breeze on a cold night. Like a cool moon in hot summer. Like a Drizzle in deserts.

She's my sanity. My soul.

"Young-soo."

"Hmm."

"Choi Young-soo."

"Hmm."

"Choi Young-soo."

"I'm here." Her soft, small hands caress my broad shoulders.

"Choi Young-soo."

"I'm here."

"Choi Young-soo."

"I'm here." My grip tightened around her waist.

"You are my everything."

"I love you too."

Pulling away from the hug. I smiled at her lazily and kissed her. Then again, I slowly kissed her.

Being with her is the most soul-healing thing. My love.

My everything.

Her touch made my tensed & stiff muscles normal. Her kissing made my insides burn. & being inside her, I could feel the bliss. My home.

"It's ok. You will find him again." Her voice echoes in the empty room softly, "Is your teammate ok?"

"Yes, Darling." I played with her hair.

The room is cold but our naked bodies under the blanket were warm & tangled up with each other.

"He was taken to the hospital immediately. The poison is not strong thankfully."

As that fucker run away we managed to get my teammate near the local hospital.

I need to stop Gil Sang or else no one knows how many innocent lives he gonna ruin. The amount of children gets sold like ornaments. It's just unforgivable.

"Haneul made a call this morning. He said he was missing us. Is it possible for you to get leave for a few days?"

I kissed her nose, "He should atleast leave us together in the summer holidays. I'm sure Mom & Dad are treating him like a prince in the village."

She pouted, "I'll tell him to wait."

I giggled and kissed her, "Darling, Come on. He's 18 years old. He can take care of himself."

I said shifting myself between her legs as she gasped.

"Now, Darling. Take care of your husband first."

"You already did it twice."

"I didn't."

"Yah!"

We both giggled.

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