Until Death Do Us Part~ A Kim Namjoon Mafia Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

*Hyun-Jae's P.O.V.*

I wake up at about three in the morning, still groggy from the alcohol as I feel someone's body trembling next to me. I hear low whimpers and cries as I feel Namjoon's arm around my waist. I look over to my husband, noticing the sheen of sweat on his forehead and tears streaming from his tightly shut eyes. He's crying and shouting in his sleep, occasionally calling out my name. "No! Don't leave me! God, please don't leave me!" Namjoon screams, reaching his arms out in front of him, grasping for my touch.

I turn over and shake his shoulders a bit, planting kisses all over his face. "Joonie, honey it's just a nightmare. I'm right here baby, I'm right here. It's okay." I say as his eyes open, filled with tears and widened. He immediately clings on to me, crying against my nightgown, his tears staining the fabric. His body trembles and shakes from how scared he was, and he's whispering "I'm sorry" over and over again. "It's okay Joon. I'm right here, honey. I'll always be right here. I am never leaving you." I whisper against his hair as I hold him, kissing his head multiple times.

He hugs me weakly, beginning to calm down as his breathing slows and his tears begin to dry. I wipe his cheeks with my thumbs, looking into his eyes before planting a kiss on his nose. "Listen Joonie, I will never leave you. I love you too much, and I know you wouldn't be able to live without me. I can't live without you either. I will never leave. I am right here always. I promise." I try to comfort him.

"I love you too. And I'm sorry for treating you like this. You don't deserve this. I don't deserve you." Namjoon mumbles. "Don't you say that. We do deserve each other. You're my everything, Kim Namjoon. My entire world." I reply and he softly smiles at my words. "Now let's go to sleep, shall we?" I ask. He nods and lays down, pulling me with him as his arm replaces itself around my waist. I lay down and melt into his body, feeling his warm breath against my neck. "You need to stay home tomorrow. For both our sakes." I whisper, remembering that I have to go to work in about four hours.

My alarm clock rings at seven, interrupting my wonderful beauty sleep to remind me that I have to go to work. I turn it off and try to slip out of bed, but Namjoon pulls me back in. "I have to work, sweetheart. But I'll be back later. Stay home, alright?" I say before finally leaving his grasp and going to the bathroom to take a shower. The cold water spraying on me feels good against my hot skin, waking my body up to tell it that it's time to start the day.

I put on one of my many professional looking work dresses before slipping on a pair of black heels and starting to do my hair. I finish off my hair and do my makeup, coating my lips with many layers of pink lipstick. I go back into the bedroom to plant a kiss on Namjoon's lips as a goodbye before walking downstairs and heading to the car. I have extra clothes thrown in the backseat so I can change after work, along with many files of paperwork that contain information about the mafia.

I've been hiding all the information from my boss so that Namjoon's career doesn't go down the drain. I could get fired for this, but I honestly do not care. As long as Namjoon doesn't get arrested or killed, I would be fine with being fired from my job. I hate most of it anyway, having to keep secrets from Joon all this time. I park in front of the building and walk up to my office, closing the door behind me and plopping the files on my desk.

"Detective Jeon, please report to my office as soon as possible." I say into the microphone, which connects to all the speakers within the facility. I lean against my desk and twirl a few strands of hair between my fingers, waiting for Jungkook to come give me updates. He opens the door and walks in, the 21 year old looking professional in his shiny black suit. "Good morning Mrs. Kim. You asked for me?" He says. "Yes, Jungkook. Do you have any updates on Bangtan for me?" I reply.

"Yes, actually. Hoseok's been laundering more money from the bank and passing it on to Jimin, who's been purchasing more ammunition and firearms along with other supplies like knives and grenades. I suppose they found their target or are close to finding him, they are stocking up for something big. Something important. They might have him eliminated by the end of the month." Jungkook responds. I nod and write everything down on a piece of paper before putting it in one of my files.

"You're planning on hiding that from the boss too, aren't you?" He asks. "Yep. I can't put your careers at stake. It's too dangerous. You guys could get arrested. I can't risk that. You all are risking so many things already." I reply. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach and a little dizzy, so I run to the bathroom in my office and throw up in the toilet. The contents coming out of my mouth makes my throat burn, and gives me an instant headache. Jungkook runs in and holds my hair behind me, rubbing my back as I continue to spill the contents from my stomach. He hands me a glass of water when I'm done and calls Namjoon to tell him that I'll be coming home early.

"I unlocked your car for you. You should go home and rest. Don't come in to work for the rest of the week." Jungkook says sternly. I nod and head to my car, leaving the files on my desk for Jungkook to pick up. I change into a pair of shorts and a thin white long-sleeved shirt in my backseat before driving home. As soon as I enter the front door, Namjoon wraps me in a hug. He's shirtless, showing off his toned abs and wearing black skinny jeans. "Are you okay? Jungkook told me you threw up? I got so worried after he called." He says worriedly. I hug him back and clear my throat.

"N-Namjoon...I think it's time to take a test..." I mumble.

"R-Really? O-Okay...Is it really that soon?...Do you want me to come with you?" He replies.

I nod and bite my lip anxiously. Namjoon grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. I reach into the cabinet for a pregnancy test and rip the packaging off, my hands shaking. I sit on the toilet and do my business, then setting the test on the sink. I close the toilet and sit on the lid while Namjoon sits on the floor with his head down, grasping my hand tightly. I shakily grab the test after five minutes and look down at the result, tears threatening to leave my eyes. Namjoon looks up at me. "So?" He asks.

I shake my head 'no' as I start sobbing, the tears streaming down my cheeks.

It's negative again.

He looks down sadly and I can see a few tears leave his eyes. "How long is it gonna take for it to be positive? We've been trying for years...and it didn't work again...I really had faith in this one..." He cries. "I-I don't know, Joonie...I'm so sorry." I sob, hiccuping between words. "Come here baby." Namjoon says and reaches his arms out toward me. I fall into his lap and sob on his chest, my arms wrapped around his torso. He kisses my head and cradles me back and forth, trying to comfort me even though he should be trying to comfort himself. I cry so hard and for so long that I end up falling asleep on him in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure he fell asleep to.