ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 24

Y/n

"He's a very good boy," Olga says, sitting on the sun lounger with sunglasses perched on her forehead.
Her yellow hair spills down her back, and her long white dress catches in the sunlight. Izzy sits next to her, a towel over her body and sunglasses, sleeping off a hangover.

Olga points at Doggo, who is now running around trying to collect all his balls. We've accumulated a crazy amount of toys for him over the past two weeks when we decided to make this country safe house our home, and I don't care if anybody thinks it's fast.

"When you know, you know," Jungkook said to me last night, his hands cradling mine, his breath touching me with each word. "I never had to guess with you, Y/n. I never had to wonder if you were the one. It was the second you walked through that door, the second I saw you. It made me feel more alive than any gunfight. Hell, more than anything. It made me... you made me...." We held each other so tightly after that. It was one of those moments that have been coming more often when I thought he was going to say it.

Those three words.

"How soon is too soon for I love you?" I mutter.

Olga giggles and sips her drink.

Izzy makes a groaning sound, sitting up.

"I guess this is a no-sleep zone," Izzy says.

I laugh. "Sorry."

She smiles, waving a hand. "This is more interesting. Why do you ask?"

"Are you worried about Jungkook?" Olga asks. "Han didn't say I love you until after our second child. But he is a very mean man." We all laugh, knowing she's joking and has an excellent relationship with her husband.

"I'm not worried," I mutter. "It's just there are these moments where I think he's going to say it, but then he stops. And then I wonder if I should say it -."

"No, you can't," Olga says.

And right at the same time, from Izzy. "Yeah, you have to."

I throw my hands up as all three of us laugh.
"That's so helpful. Thank you."

"Why can't she?" Izzy says, turning to Olga.

"You do not shoot first in a duel. Trust it from a lady who has been around twice as long as you."

"But it isn't a duel," Izzy says.

"But it kind of is," I mutter. "What if I say it, and then he doesn't say it back, and then it's left just hovering there between us? And even if he does say it back eventually, it'll still be there, the fact he had to wait. So it's better not to say it because there's no risk."

"But...he will say it," Izzy says.

"How do you know?" I demand.

She whips her sunglasses off, sighing as she stares. "Okay, I don't know. But I'm sure he will."

I sit back, shaking my head as I close my eyes. The sunlight rests on my eyelids, and pretty soon, Doggo jumps up, curling up on my belly, making me think of how warm and filled with life I'll feel when I'm pregnant by the man I love.

The only man I'll ever love.

"Y/n, you have to come with me." I blink my eyes open, struggling to see Jungkook in the low light.

It's late night or early morning, deep blue shining through the window. But Jungkook is a shadow otherwise.

"Is everything okay?" I whisper.

"It's nothing like that," he says, kissing my forehead softly.
"But I need you to come with me. It's important."

"Is Doggo okay?"