✔️ 40 Weeks [Book 1] | Jeon Jungkook

Week 39 - Part 3

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Jungkook silently closed the suite door and kicked his shoes off. Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains but he had already been up for quite a while. He had woken up in the early hours and unable to return to sleep, he went for a run in the resort fitness center.

She was still sleeping peacefully in her pillow castle. He loosely draped the fallen sheet over her naked body and placed a kiss on her forehead before heading for a shower.

He returned to find her unchanged, still breathing deeply and evenly. Maybe the smell of breakfast would wake her. He was bored without her and left the room to order room service so he wouldn't disturb her.

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Cramping woke her from her sleep before she wanted to be awake. No matter how she adjusted, she couldn't get comfortable. The pillows here just weren't the ones from home.

Begrudgingly, Hyun-Ji rose out of bed and pulled on the shirt that Jungkook had ripped from her body the night before. Her muscles were deliciously sore as she stretched them out on her way to the bathroom, her lips curling into a smile at the memories of yesterday.

She brushed her teeth while holding out her left hand, turning it in all directions, admiring the glittering solitaire on her finger. She was still in a mild state of shock and would have thought it all a dream had she not just woken up with the very real diamond still on her finger.

Butterflies invaded her stomach anew.
Hyun-Ji and Jungkook were engaged.

She washed her face and brushed her unruly hair, wondering where he had gone off to, when the pain returned. Her stomach felt hard when she rested her hand on it, and she stood where she was until it subsided.

Braxton Hicks contractions. She had been having them a lot more lately.

The smell of food in the air made her stomach rumble. She went back into the bedroom to find him sitting a tray of breakfast on the table by the balcony door.

"There she is," he smiled, happy that she was finally awake. He walked over to her and kissed her tenderly, caressing her belly.

"Good morning," she sang.

"I figured you might be hungry after all that punishment from last night," he smirked, sticking his tongue into his cheek and moving his hand very low on her back

"Shut up!" She smacked him playfully. "That's so embarass-"

She stopped talking and placed a hand on her belly.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his brow furrowing.

She smiled after a few seconds and waved it off. "I'm fine. Just some practice contractions. That's all."

He eyed her suspiciously, not particularly convinced. "Here, let's make this breakfast in bed."

Had he hurt her last night? Flashbacks of her on all fours with him behind her, one hand gripping her hip and the other on her shoulder, and the lewd slapping sound of his thighs coming in contact with hers came to his mind. He scratched the back of his head.

It's what she asked for...
He shook the thought away.

She seemed ok by the time she got back into bed. He brought their food over to the bed and she ate happily as they planned out their day. She wanted to go to the beach early before it got too hot, so that would be the next thing on the agenda after breakfast.