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

Chapter 10

*This chapter contains smut*

"I'll get the door." Jungkook says as he gets dressed. I dress after he leaves, and he comes back in the room with angry eyes. "It's for you." He mumbles, biting his lip. I walk to the door and my eyes widen, seeing Namjoon standing there. He looks terrible. His hair is extremely messy, his eyes are red, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. Not to mention that there looks like what seems to be dried tear stains on his cheeks. "N-Namjoon? What are you doing here?" I ask. Just looking at him makes me sick. My gut is telling me to stay with Jungkook, but my heart is telling me to run back into my husband's arms.

"I missed you so much." He replies as fresh tears roll down his cheeks.

"I came to apologize. I didn't want to kick you out, but I felt like I had no other choice. I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you. I'm a fucking asshole and I should not have treated you like I did. I'm just hoping that you'll come back to me. Even if it takes a few more days for you to understand. But I just wanted to tell you that I am extremely sorry." Namjoon says. I put my hands on his cheeks and wipe away his tears with my thumbs.

"Of course I fucking missed you. Jungkook's been taking care of me in your absence, thank god for him. But I will always love you, Joonie. No matter what you do. And I forgive you. What I did was wrong, I should not have let Chan do what he did. I should be the one saying sorry." I respond before kissing him softly. "You left this at home." He mumbles before slipping my wedding ring onto my finger. I smile and leave a peck on his cheek. "Let me go get my bags." I say before walking back to Jungkook. He watches me sadly as I pack, not wanting to let me go.

"It was beautiful to be with you, Kookie. I'm sorry that it has to end now. I love you." I say, kissing his lips. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know." He mumbles. I smile slightly and walk back to Namjoon, getting in the car and going home with him. Once inside the house, he connects our lips. "I fucking missed you." He whispers between kisses. We're soon in a full makeout session, him slowly leading me up to our room. He lays me on the bed softly, throwing off his shirt and pants as I strip off my clothes.

I just had sex with Jungkook this morning, but something inside me has been longing for Namjoon's touch again. He hovers over me, leaving kisses and hickies along my neck as his hand plays with my panties. I run my hand along his hard member, stroking it through his boxers. He lets out a groan at my touch before slipping his fingers into me. I moan as he works his fingers inside me faster, preparing me for what is to come. "Namjoon...I need you..." I whine.

Namjoon slips my panties off and pulls down his boxers, preparing himself at my entrance as I wrap my arms around his neck. He enters me, slowly at first which makes me arch my back and moan softly. "Fuck, baby. Aah~fuck..." He groans as he thrusts, slowly gaining speed. Within seconds, all that is heard are moans, heavy panting, and skin slapping sounds echoing through the whole house. He thrusts into me roughly, pounding himself in my sensitive spot, earning loud and breathy moans from me. "Aaaah~J-Joonie...faster...faster Daddy!" I shout, making him thrust even faster.

My legs tremble as my knuckles grip the bedsheets, almost reaching my high. Namjoon releases into me, still thrusting to make sure that I come too. I soon release myself, our liquids mixing together and soaking the sheets. He pulls out and lays next to me, our breathing in sync. "Make-up sex. One of the best kinds of sex ever." He mumbles. I nod and hum a yes, my body still recovering from the pleasure. We soon get dressed and he helps me unpack, the house becoming familiar to me again.

After spending two months with Jungkook, I must've forgotten what my house looks like. It feels like it's been years. After unpacking, I walk out to the living room to see Namjoon taking a nap. I sigh at his adorable sleeping face before hearing the phone ring. "Hello?" I answer. "Hello princess." Says the one voice that gives me chills. Bang Chan. "What do you want, Chan?" I ask coldly. "I was calling to say that I have one of Namjoon's men in my custody. I have Yoongi tied up and being tortured as we speak. Tell your precious husband to meet me at this address in an hour or Min Yoongi is dead." Chan replies before hanging up.

"Namjoon! Chan has Yoongi!" I yell, waking him up. "That fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill him! He needs to learn to stay on his own side of town." Namjoon shouts as he gathers his ammo and pistol from the bedroom. Not even fifteen minutes later, Jungkook is in the house to get Namjoon and go find Chan. "You need to stay here, Hyun-Jae. It's too dangerous for you to come. Stay here please." Jungkook says. "I am tired of you guys protecting me. I'm not a baby anymore. Speaking of which, Namjoon I-" I try to tell him I'm pregnant, but he interrupts me.

"He's right. You need to stay here. I'll be back soon." Namjoon says before turning around to the door. "N-Namjoon...this is Yoongi we're talking about. You want to save him, but who knows what's in store for you on the way." I pull on his wrist, turning him back around. His brave eyes hide how scared he really is as he looks at me. "Princess, I've been doing this for years. Don't worry. I'll be safe and come back to you, I promise." Namjoon replies, caressing my cheek. "But you could be killed." I mumble, trying to hold back tears. "I know. I won't let anything happen to me. Now take this, and lock the door after I leave. Don't let anyone inside." He responds, handing me a pistol before giving me a bittersweet kiss and leaving the house with Jungkook. I stand there for a minute before making an irrational decision.

"I am not letting you die." I mutter, throwing on one of Joon's hoodies and my combat boots. I let a few tears fall as I stuff the gun into my back pocket and run out into the rain, getting into my car to follow him.