THE JK (21+)

THIRTY EIGHT 🔞

NOTE: Mature language ahead!

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Several months had passed since the heated argument, and now im heavily pregnant. My belly had grown significantly, evidence of the new life growing inside. My frustration had persisted, and the atmosphere in the house was often tense. However, Jungkook's behavior had changed. The house had become accustomed to the volatile mix of hormones and emotions that accompanied my pregnancy. While it brought a sense of joy, it also had its challenges. Jungkook, on the other hand, had become even more vigilant and cautious around me. The entire household seemed to tread lightly around me, aware of the emotional rollercoaster im experiencing.

"Jungkook" i yelled as i called for him..

Jungkook was in another room when he heard i call out his name. He quickly made his way to where im, concern etching his features. "Yes, doll? What is it?" he asked, his tone laced with worry as he approached me.. In the past months, he had become more adept at anticipating my needs and responding promptly when i called for him.

"What is this kookie?" I glare As i hold the food he made for me.

He looked at the food i held in my hands, confusion crossing his features.
"What do you mean, doll? It's the food I made for you."
He tilted his head, trying to understand the source of my frustration.

"Ah kookie how many times i told you i hate these things kookie." I frustratedly said as i look at the food in disgust..

He let out a weary sigh, realizing the cause of my frustration.
"I'm sorry, doll. I must have forgotten."
He ran a hand through his hair, apologetic for seemingly forgetting my dislikes.
I gaze directly, noticing the intensity in my eyes. He held my gaze without wavering, understanding that he needed to pay attention to my preferences, especially in such a vital time...

He met my gaze, noticing the intensity in my eyes.
"Is something else bothering you, doll?" he asked gently, trying to understand the reason for my prolonged stare..

"Yes you're bothering me. You and your stupid baby." I snapped at him..

He frowned slightly at my blunt statement, feeling stung by my words.
"What do you mean, 'me and my stupid baby'? It's not just my baby, doll. It's ours."
His tone held a mix of hurt and confusion, not understanding where this animosity was coming from.

"Ah stop kookie" as i tried to get up.

He quickly moved forward to assist me as i tried to get up. "Careful, doll. Let me help you." He gently offered his hand to provide support, concern evident in his eyes.concerned about me moving around too much in my heavily pregnant state.

"I can't move on my own" as i huffed heavily. Im having difficulty moving on my own due to my advanced pregnancy. Gently he held my hand, offering his support.

He offered a gentle smile, understanding the limitations im facing.
"I know, doll. It's tough carrying all that weight. Let me help you."
He positioned himself beside me, ready to provide support and assistance with whatever i needed..
He moved behind me, placing one hand  gently under my bulging belly, cradling it with a protective and caring touch.
"Hang in there, doll. It won't be much longer before our baby arrives," he murmured softly, trying to comfort me..
"lean on me, doll. Let me help you." He offered his support, ensuring i had stability and assistance as i attempted to move around.

"Ahh thanks bub" I relaxed a bit as i leaned on him..

He smiled warmly, relieved to see me relax a bit.
"Of course, doll. That's what I'm here for."
He gently rubbed my belly, conveying affection for both me and the baby.