"We're baby proofing the house," Jungkook said sternly while you were lying on the hospital bed.

"We don't have any babies," you mumbled confusedly, but then your mouth performed a small 'o' in understanding. "Oh, right. I'm the baby."

He started ranting after that. "I'm tying you to the bed forever so that you won't use the skateboard, or climb on any other furniture and chandelier like you're Tarzan, and roll down the stairs, try your ability to burn water, trip on air, slide down the railing, drop your phone on your face, seriously injure a body part every day, get bruises in bed because of messing with the blankets, and of course, my love bites, and-"

"French fries," you cut him off.

"French fries?" Jungkook stopped his rambling and grew very concerned. "Are you hungry? What else do you want?"

"Uhm, wait. Lemme recall my order," you said before clearing your throat. "French fries with ketchup, cheese sandwich, coke, mini pizza, and an extra large cheese burger."

"Carrot, why don't you get a healthy replacement for all these? Like, lemonade for coke, broccoli sandwich for cheese sandwich, asparagus for French fries, salad for burger, and maybe you can have the mini pizza and a small cup of ice cream," he suggested.

Seriously, you weren't even that injured. So you just got up from the bed and walked towards your fiancé.

Jungkook watched you with confusion as you removed the tie he was wearing, walking towards the door and putting the piece of garment around the doorknob before closing and locking it.

"You already call me with healthy vegetable names. So I don't need any more of that to eat," you said while going back to the said man, making him sit on the edge of the hospital bed. "And I put your tie on the doorknob so people would know that they shouldn't disturb us."

Kneeling down on the floor with no warning, you unzipped his pants straightaway, pulling it down along with his boxers as they got stuck around his Gucci boots.

"I'm giving you what you want, so you're going to give me the food I want too," you said before taking his length in your mouth, wasting no time in deep throating him, just like he loved.

~

Finished with buckling his belt, Jungkook wiped the sweat off his face, running his fingers through his hair once again as he tried to steady his breath.

Sitting on the bed beside him with a seemingly innocent face, you laid your head on his shoulder.

"So what do you say about my French fries with ketchup, cheese sandwich-" you halted on your words as your fiancé reached for his phone, definitely to call one of his men to get you all the food.

Once he was done with the call, you kissed his cheek with a smile before getting to the door, unlocking it.

Opening the door, you took his tie from the doorknob, walking to the bed.

"I'll do it for you," you said, standing in front of him as you put the tie around his neck.

Evening~

"Does your knee hurt? Tell me. I can carry you," Jungkook said as you both entered the suite reserved for you in the casino cruise.

"We're already here, Kookie," you said and he shrugged his shoulders, sweeping you off your feet, like, carrying you bridal style as he walked forward.

The men that carried your bags placed them near the closet, bowed to you, usually because they feared you since you were Jungkook's lady, and left the room, closing the door.

Jungkook did the honors, locking the door and arranging your things in the closet while you were lying on the bed in one of the bedrooms.

"Kookoo," you called and he turned his head to look at you. "Get that black nail polish bottle and come here."

"Okay" he mumbled, doing as you said and sitting beside where you laid on the bed. "And please don't tell me that you want me to paint your toenails," he added.

"Well, I wanted to paint yours. But now that you asked, I want you to paint mine," you said with a small smile, wiggling your toes and blinking your eyes at him, innocently.

It was a ruse, and Jungkook knew it. But, never mind.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he hissed under his breath and started to paint your toenails.

"Be glad that I didn't actually paint your nails," you stated.

When night fell, you both dressed to get to the casino, though your fiancé actually owns the cruise.

You wore a knee length black lace dress that came with half sleeves and a jewel neckline, wanting to match with Jungkook who was in a black suit, the first four buttons of his black shirt undone.

Nuh-uh. Not letting your man out like this.

"You know that there's no way I'll let others see you this way" you said, buttoning his shirt. "You can have a couple of it undone maybe."

Grinning, he just pecked your lips and pulled you to the bed.

"Jungkook, not now," you said, sitting up on the bed. "Maybe after we come back to our room," you assured, pulling him up as he pouted like the bunny he is.

You walked towards the door, ready to get out of the bedroom first. But instead, you were greeted by Spain without the 'S'.

You yelled, because you were in pain, and the man behind you yelled, because, the hell?

"Seriously, sweets?" You heard Jungkook ask as you stepped back from the closed door. "You have to turn the knob to open the door first, and then get out of the room."

You heard him walk towards you, turning you around so that you'd face him. "Crap! Your nose is bleeding."

Holding your hand, he walked you to the bed and made you sit on its edge while getting the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet.

He used the cotton ball to wipe the blood away, kneeling down in front of you on the floor.

Once all the other formalities of getting your nosebleed treated was done, Jungkook just sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Uhm, well, you said that we'd be getting married?" You said in a matter of fact tone that made him chuckle.

"Let's go," he said, pecking your lips as he got up from the floor.

Ten minutes after that, your fiancé was at the casino and playing roulette with you, his lucky charm, sitting beside him.

The casino played a song of its own- slot machines dinging, chips clacking as the dealer passed them out to the players at the tables, and the chatter of people throwing down money with the hope of hitting it big.

It was like a carnival for adults. A person could get lost for days in a place like this.

It's hard to walk away from a losing streak, even harder to leave the table when you're on a winning one.

You know that Jungkook would win. He always does.

He's wanted to win at everything, every day, since he was a kid. And time doesn't change a person, it just helped him get a handle on who he is.

Even now, he still hates losing, and is just more gracious about it. He's also aware that setbacks have an upside; they fuel new and wild dreams.

Just a couple of weeks ago, you both were clueless about sex and right now, Jungkook's basically a pro in bed with you. He's also like a criminal undercover, or more like, under the covers.

Seeing a few women and men across the place staring at the irresistibly sexy man near you, made you roll your eyes.

Moving more closer to Jungkook, you wrapped your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder after kissing his cheek.

Chuckling silently, he kissed the top of your head, continuing with his game.

"Is it weird that I want to eat bacon sandwich right now?" You mumbled while staring blankly at the casino chips in front of you.

"Not at all, princess. Do you want to? We can get it if you're hungry," he said, looking at the roulette ball that bounced.

"Nah, I'll eat it later," you mumbled again before sighing. "I just need to use the washroom. I'll be back," you said and he nodded as you got up.

Jungkook eyed three of his men to go with you to- of course, just guard outside the ladies washroom (because no one wants to startle a woman in there and get kicked in one of the most painful ways ever known).

Getting done with why you came here, you washed your hands, silently humming a song as you dried them.

And- Ah, hell no!

A man emerged out of one of the stalls, grabbing your arm and pinning you to the wall with your back facing him.

"What is a beautiful girl like you doing here?" The creep asked as his free hand ran his fingers through your hair.

"Pissing?" you asked sarcastically, and that seems to make him annoyed.

"Well, you go and tell your fiancé to stop pissing off the bloody Vipers. Wouldn't want him to see his little princess in the hands of other men, do we?" The supposedly-spy asked, pressing your cheek harder against the marble well.

"And, oh well, I like your dress," he added, and you could feel his eyes move up and down; they were probably gonna roll out of his sockets to the floor.

"When you both have kids in the future, that you definitely will, tell him to protect your daughter. I bet that she'd look as beautiful as you," he commented and you let out a groan in annoyance.

"It's not protecting your daughter, idiot. It's about educating your son."

Without more words, you stomp on his leg, really hard, and turned around, kneeing him in the groin.

The plan is to never pick a fight, but the promise is to never back down from one.

You weren't always Jungkook's partner in Taekwondo for nothing. Inconsequential but, the way he looks so deadly, angry, and hot while doing the head-height kicks though.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, you raised your leg and kicked the side of his head. About your dress, it allowed you to.

You watched the poor perverted man stumble back a little and noticed the gun in his holster: guy was too dumb to use it in the beginning, and too much in pain to notice it now.

"Heel palm strike," you said before attacking the creep's nose with the heel of your hand, making sure to recoil your strike. Pulling your arm back quickly helped thrust his head up and back, making him stagger backward.

Turning a little to the side, you bent your arm at the elbow, shifting your weight forward, and striking your elbow into your attacker's jawline.

"And that is the- Wait, what was that called again?" You mumbled before looking away, trying to get your last two brain cells to communicate.

"Oh, the elbow strike," you stated, slapping the man's bleeding, probably broken nose. "What's your name, creepy guy?" You asked as he slid down the wall in pain.

"Ki-tae," he said while panting and you nodded before exiting the washroom. He still doesn't remember about him owning a gun.

"There's a man inside," you said bluntly. "And what did he say his name was? Taki- No, Katy? Kitty? Oh, Ki-tae."

"There's this taki taki guy inside. Get him," you added and the guards looked at each other before taking out their guns and getting in, while you went back to your fiancé.

"Jungkook," you called when he just finished the game, with him left as the winner.

"What took you- Are you angry, baby? Your pupils are super constricted," he said as he got up and held your hand.

~

Making you wear his over sized black tank top, Jungkook tossed away the dress you were wearing earlier, making a mental note to burn it by himself later.

"Kookoo, let's build a blanket fort," you said while climbing on the bed and standing on it.

"How about we have sex in the jacuzzi instead?" He asked while holding your waist, still standing on the floor.

Shaking your head, you just watched him sit on the bed and pull you down to his lap as you curled up into a ball in his arms like a child in its mother's womb.

"Shirtless bunny," you mumbled in his bare chest, playing with the hem of his black bermudas.

"We're going back home tomorrow," Jungkook said and you raised your head up to look at him.

"Is it because of that taki taki guy?" You asked.

"No, you've already took care of him. Yoongi hyung and Jimin hyung want to meet us," he said. "You remember, right? Jimin hyung just moved in with him."

"Of course, I do," you said, moving your legs so that you were straddling him, hand reaching out to the nightstand for your daily dose of iced coffee. "And are you forgetting about what I said before we left to the casino?"

"What?" Jungkook asked and you gave him a 'duh' look.

"The baby sparkles."