ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 26

Y/n

Two weeks later

"What's the surprise?"

I feel my cheeks turning red when my man aims the question at me... my soon-to-be husband.

We're planning the wedding together, Jungkook never gets tired when my ideas start spiraling and I brainstorm like crazy. It feels so much sweeter, so much like a life I would dream of living, would want to live. I don't have to worry about being used or discarded, or bargained with.

With Jungkook, I know he loves me. I know he'll always protect me. The wedding planning has been a celebration of that moment when he said "I love you", shiny with the life we're building together.

But then, yesterday, I couldn't bring myself to talk about the wedding. All I could think about was it, the event, the reveal.

My heart is pounding as I gesture at the living room.There's a new painting on the wall, covered with a white sheet, a rope attached to it. I wonder if this is way sillier than I thought it would be.

"Y/n?" Jungkook steps up next to me, looming over me in his Black suit, the shade the same as his hair. He looks so powerful when he comes from meetings in the city - legitimate meetings to grow lawful businesses.

In his suit, with his arms throbbing and his stance ready, he looks like a man alert, prepared for anything.

"It's... I've taught Doggo a new trick." My mouth is far drier than I thought it would be. It's difficult to push the words out, even if I'm sure this is good news. After exchanging I love you, nothing could dampen what we have.

This will only make it even better. But maybe that's it. Maybe I can't believe this can get any better.

We're together a lot, planning the wedding, making love,
fucking, sharing laughter and banter and love. We watch movies and paint in the same studio, and I even tease Jungkook that I'm going to learn to tattoo.

"I'll teach you," he snarled last night. "And you can cover my back."

"Like you covered mine, remember?" The sassy response came far easier than it ever would have before.

Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him close, kissing him as I hungrily smeared his clothes with paint.Now, he tilts his head at me.

"A new trick?"

"Yes." I take a breath, turning to the living room.

"Doggo , pull, pull it boy!" Doggo turns and darts across the living room, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging crazily. He's so excited.

He runs right past the rope and then around in a circle,
looking at me like he's forgotten what we trained.

"Pull, boy," I say, laughing, Jungkook chuckling from beside me.

Finally, Jungkook grabs the rope and tugs on it, causing the covering to fall away from the painting.

Jungkook gasps and steps forward, his hands hanging at his sides, trembling as he stares wide-eyed at the painting. I can feel the emotion radiating from him, my tough mafia man, made passionate by the love we're sharing.

The painting shows the words I'm Pregnant, with little vignettes all around it, with scenes of us in the park and in bed and watching TV and living, simply living, and all around it, I've painted birds.

Birds like the one on my ankle, like the tattoo which brought us together.

He turns to me, his mouth open in a wide smile.

"Is it true?" he says.

I giggle. "Of course, it's true. Wouldn't this be a mean trick?"

He stumbles toward me like he's completely overcome with passion. I move toward him and squeeze down on his shoulders, tightening my grip and staring into his eyes.

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