ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ | | ᴊ.ᴊᴋ ғғ

ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ɴ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ

-: ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ,
ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.
ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ ɪs,
sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ,
ᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ.

Y/n's Perspective [ PoV ]

I silently look out of the window from my room. I don't know why he brought me here. I am now in Canada, a place filled with both good and bad memories in this house.

A smile appears on my lips as I gaze at the white snow. I jump in surprise when I feel a hand on my waist from behind, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Darling, do you remember this place?" It's Kookie's voice. I nod and turn towards him, saying, "Yes, this is where we both played in the snow. I saw my first snowfall here."

"I want some ice cream," I tell him. He laughs and jokingly says, "Look, outside is nothing but ice. Go and eat that."

"No, I want real ice cream," I persist, behaving like a stubborn child. He wraps both his hands around my waist, pulling me closer, and asks, "By the way, darling, why only ice cream?"

"Then how about cotton candy or fairy floss?" I ask, pouting. He looks at me and replies, "Only hot chocolate."

"Okay," I say, sitting on the bed, still angry and pouting. He sighs and says, "Alright, I'll be back in a while."

I look at my phone, the doctor has sent me my reports. It turns out I've been feeling sick and lazy for a few days now.

I open my laptop and start working on my new presentation. Suddenly, my phone rings loudly. I grab it in a hurry and say, "Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N."

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Y/N, congratulations."

"Why?"

"You're going to be a mom."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I jump off the bed in happiness and Jungkook enters the room with a tray of ice creams. He places the tray on the table and walks towards me.

"What happened?" he asks. I hug him tightly and say, "You're going to be a father."

He breaks the hug and looks at me with a shocked expression. He suddenly hugs me tightly and whispers, "I love you, honey."

"Thank you," I giggle. He holds my chin softly and kisses my forehead. Then, he picks me up and places me on his lap, saying, "No more work from now on."

"By the way, Mr. Soon-to-be-dad, where is my ice cream?" I raise an eyebrow, playfully teasing him. He laughs and hands me the tray of ice cream, only to snatch it away quickly.

I pout and ask, "Why?"

"Because it will make you sick," he says, lying down beside me and pulling me close to his chest. I hide my face in the crook of his neck and say, "But I want ice cream."

I cry like a child, and he lifts my chin, raising my face up, and chuckles, "Baby, don't worry. I'll get you some fairy floss, but no ice cream."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Go then," I command, lying down beside him. He stands up from the bed and makes a phone call. He looks at me and mutters, "Y/N, sorry darling, no cotton candy either."

I sit on the bed and throw pillows at him, but he grabs my hands and holds them, saying, "You should listen to your husband."

"I will not talk to you," I say, rolling my eyes in anger. He laughs and says, "You're threatening the mafia king."

"No, I'm threatening my husband," I say, hitting his chest lightly as I watch him laugh at me.

"Ah, so I'm your husband," he says, leaning towards my face. I try to create some distance by leaning back on the bed, but he leans in further.

Now I'm lying on the bed.

"I want candy floss," I lightly hit his chest with my small fist. He slams his hand on the bed and says, "Can't you understand in one go?"

"I don't want to talk," I push him away and throw more pillows at him. He keeps laughing and runs out of the room.

I follow him as he walks on the snow hills, making snowballs in his hands. I can guess what he's planning to do.

In the next second, he throws a snowball at me. My hands instinctively come up to protect my face, but I let it hit me. He laughs like a child and says, "You should learn how to run."

"I want to see a snowman," he pouts. I sit on the snow, he comes and sits beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I lean my head on his shoulder and softly chuckle, "I want to see a snowman!"

"Okay, close your eyes," I do as he says. He gently holds my hand, caressing my knuckles. We both stand up and start walking somewhere, but I have no idea where. His arm is still around my waist, and I can imagine that he's smiling brightly.

"Now, open!"

At his words, I immediately open my eyes. In front of me stands a snowman with a sharp carrot nose, big black stone eyes, a black bucket hat, a purple muffler with yellow stripes, and a wide, bright smile on its white face. Its hands are made of wooden sticks.

"Who made this?" I question, looking straight into Jungkook's eyes. His hand slowly caresses my knuckles, while his other hand gently strokes my hair.

"I did. I knew you would want to see a snowman," he smiles softly, showing his bunny teeth. I pull him into a really tight hug and kiss his cheeks.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

After letting go of the hug, he continues to caress my knuckles and softly kisses them with his pink, smooth lips.

"Let's take some pictures," he says, sounding like a child. I run towards the snowman, and from behind me, he shouts, "Don't run, you might fall!"

"Yeah, I know," I slow down my pace and stand beside the big snowman, feeling the cold.

"Little kid, big smile please!"

I smile, showing my teeth, and make a V sign.

"Click."

A/n Perspective [ PoV ]

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