Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

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A year later.

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Jungkook was sleeping peacefully when he felt a small tug at his t-shirt. He paid no heed to it and hugged his wife closer. But after few seconds he again felt it, this time the tug was a little harsh as if the person gonna tear his shirt apart. His face twitched in irritation as he slowly fluttered his eyes open and look down. His gaze fell on the small face struggling to come out of his arms.

"What happened y/n?" He asked sleepily. The small figure in his arms stopped struggling and looked at him with puppy,doe eyes.

"Aren't you feeling sleepy?" She denied shaking her head while her lips puckered up. And even if the Mafia Jeon Jungkook is at the verge of falling sleep he can never stop admiring his adorable beloved. Cupping her face in a delicate manner he placed it on his chest just above where his heart is beating and held her closer in his arms.

"Now you will get a good sleep." He threaded his fingers in her arms, providing her comfort and closed his eyes. But seems like tonight his wife is no mood to sleep. He hissed when y/n bite him on his chest. Jungkook wasted no second and separated her from himself.

"What the hell! Did some blood sucking creature possessed you or what?" He asked in disbelief, caressing the skin where she just sink her pointy teeth. Sleep was now thousand miles away from his eyes.

Tears pooled in her eyes hearing his words for herself. "You mean to say I am a vampire now." Jungkook got alert when she began to sob aloud. "Now I have become a ducking blood sucking creature to you, huh! I knew it. You don't love me anymore." She was sobbing uncontrollably, throwing small punches at him while big,fat teardrops ran down her face.

Though those punches felt nothing against his bulky chest yet still made faces like stones were being thrown over him. "Ok, ok I am sorry. You aren't a vampire, you are the love of my life, my innocent petal, my wild tigress, my everything." And as he has presumed the punches stopped while a soft hue spread across her cheeks. Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief and brushed her hairs away from her face.

"Now tell me why aren't you feeling sleepy?" A warm feeling engulfed him when y/n wrapped her arms around his torose and placed her head on his chest. "I am hungry."

"What would my queen like to have?" He asked stroking her hairs in a tender way. Y/n nuzzled more against his chest seeking the comfort he is providing her. "White sauce pasta." She murmured.

"Ok then. I'll make it for you." He attempted to lay her down but instead of loosening her hold she tightened it more. "No don't go." She protested. His embrace is her safest place where she felt protected, loved and the mafia felt nothing but proud. It always feels euphoric whenever his little wife seeks comfort from him. After all this is all he want, her to rely on him.

"Let's sleep then." Y/n whined when Jungkook covered them with comforter. "How can you sleep when your wife is dying out of hunger? Shouldn't you be preparing something to satiate her hunger? How cruel of you to ignore it like this." She stopped ranting with a loud humph.

Jungkook sighed in disbelief. He doesn't even feel pity for himself as he has become accustomed to all this injustice towards him. Not like he could voice this out and complain to his one and only beloved. Who knows he would be alive next second or not? So it's better to not complain and take things as they come.

He can't take risks especially when his dear wife is in this condition.

Y/n slowly peered around when she heard the door getting closed. When she found him nowhere in the sight she sits up on the bed with a sombre expression. Her gaze travelled down to her belly bump. A smile appeared on her lips looking at it. She is 26 weeks pregnant now.