"Where are we?" You asked again for the nth time as you looked at the car waiting near the runway.

One of the men standing near the black cars handed you what he was protecting in a small paper bag.

"After a ten hour flight, you give me a veg wrap that is wrapped in silver foil when I'm hungry for you?" You asked in disbelief before taking a bite. "Not bad though."

Getting in the backseat with Jungkook, you were handed a magazine by him.

"Ultimate honeymoon guide in the Maldives," you read the cover and a huge smile found way to your lips. "Baby," you cooed before smooching your husband's face with kisses.

Hunger games begin.

"Oh oh, wait," you said. "Snorkeling first. We'll find Nemo," you said and continued eating the food given to you.

"You slobbered on my cheek, by the way," Jungkook said and you just smiled before letting him kiss your cheek too.

~

As you laid on the bed with eyes closed, your husband took slow steps towards you who looked as if you had just fallen asleep.

Trembling, he knelt down on the floor beside the bed and awakened you with a kiss.

You looked at him with wondering eyes and said, "Is it you, my prince? I have waited for so long."

Jungkook smiled before laying his head on your stomach with a sigh, taking off the blanket he was using as a cape. "That prince should be sued for kissing an underage girl without her consent."

"But right now, we both acted really well," you said before flipping your hair with a sassy smile as you jumped off the bed, going to the couch for your lunch.

"This is not what I wanted to role play in our honeymoon," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear as he pouted.

"What did you have in your mind then?" You asked, stabbing the fork into the huge pile of spaghetti that was on the plate.

"Well, I though about me wearing my tuxedo, you'll be wearing a short skirt. And we'll play teacher and student. Or maybe massage therapist, doctor and patient, photographer and model, or-"

"Gawd, I love the spaghetti," you said, like you didn't hear what he said, moaning a little at the food's taste.

Food is the only thing that can make you moan after Jungkook.

"Is it really that good?" Your husband asked, sitting beside you on the couch as he kissed your cheek.

"Yeah," you answered. "So damn good. I wish that we had the chef who prepared this in our house," you said as Jungkook just hummed in response.

"And I'm already tired from this morning. Jeez, you didn't even wait until we got our bags inside the room," you complained at the end.

"Your face is fresh like a salad, baby," he said, his head on your lap as he laid himself on the huge couch.

"I hate you. Jimunchkin must know how I feel."

"Because Yoongi hyung never lets him rest. Jimin hyung told that teasing his future-husband is like teasing the beast," Jungkook said.

"You're banned from bed. I want to swim with dolphins," you said, munching your lunch.

Time skip~

Wearing your black swim leggings and shirt, you stood inside the water with your husband, holding his hand.

You miss the days when one could just push someone in the ocean without worrying about their cellphone.

Jungkook was wearing his black swimming outfit, that thankfully covered his precious body in a safe way, and he is just so wet from all the playing around as you pretended to swim like a mermaid.

You felt an arm wrapping around your waist, his eyes glaring at the only man- room service- who was in sight, if he looked at you for more than a second before getting out of the room.

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"You're overreacting," you said as the dolphins approached, starting to play tag with them.

"You're underreacting," he said and you sighed, shaking your head in slight disbelief as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding a grumpy you near him.

You felt the kisses on the crook of your neck turn into kitten licks and nips, pressing you against the wall that separated the private pool and the ocean.

"Flipping heck," you muttered, left alone in the water with your husband as the dolphins swam away. Sorry. They're just making a cameo appearance.

And somehow, some-f-ing-how, Jungkook threw you and himself back in the private pool and sneaked his hands under your shirt, taking off your and his clothes, throwing them near the sun lounger.

You gripped the edge of the pool in your fists as he breathed behind your, hot air down your back which was pressed against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around your figure as you held his hand, getting his length to fill up your body until there's nothing left of you inside; just him.

~

"What do you want to do next?" Jungkook asked as you both got back in the room, getting changed.

"Shark cage diving," you replied.

"Baby, no."

"Baby, yes," you said back. "Momma Min didn't raise a coward."

Jumping off the bed, you strolled to the kitchenette.

"I'm making cheese quesadillas. Do you-"

"No, you're not," Jungdon'tfVckwithmekook cut you off as he grabbed your waist and brought you back to the bed. "I'm not letting you poison yourself."

"My cooking isn't that bad. It's just the recipe," you defended your cooking skills.

"I'm not saying that your cooking is bad. It's just that you use the smoke alarm as a timer."

"Fork you," you muttered as he cuddled with you on the bed, his head on your chest.

"You can give me milk though," your husband mumbled in a not so innocent voice and you rolled your eyes.

He pours every ounce of his passion into flirting with you.

"I feel like my breasts are small," you said, playing with his hair.

"Nah. They fit perfectly in my mouth," Jungkook corrected you.

Pervert.

"I want to eat cake," you said, ignoring his comment.

"Why now? It's cuddly time, butterfly," the bunny in your arms pouted as he looked up at you.

"Because, somewhere, it's somebody's birthday," you answered with a cheeky smile, getting out of his grip.

"No! Just kiss me. I'm more delicious," he whined as you got dressed for a short trip.

A few pouts later~

"Wild child," you mumbled, looking at your husband who ate the chocolate cake like there was no tomorrow.

Said man, earlier, didn't even want to get out of bed.

"Mind giving me some?" You questioned with an eyebrow raised, and he just grinned cutely at you as one of his men served you a plate of chocolate shortcake in front of you, on the table.

"Bon appétit," you muttered before casually looking at the dogs in the café, and the Shih Tzu who was sitting on your lap. Little Kookie would've liked him.

"I'm in the mood for lasagna," you said to the man sitting beside you, and in return, he just eyed one of his men.

Telepathy?

His eyes are so intense that you want to look away, or never look away. You can't decide.

Baby in the sheets, daddy on the streets.

But for now, you looked away, averting your gaze to the tattoo parlor across the road.

"I want a tattoo," you said and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" He asked and you just shrugged. "Where?" He asked again and you smiled.

~

Just a small one, but it was like having a million needles poked into your skin at the same time. And you hate injections.

Holding back your tears and faking a smile with a small 'I'm fine' while getting a tattoo is the most painful thing in life.

"F-ing hell. That hurt like a bish!" You yelled, looking at your wrapped finger where you just got a tattoo.

Cursing while hurt can reduce the pain by 50%.

"Let me help you. Because I have the key to your finger," your husband said, climbing on the bed where you were letting out a string of curses.

"Don't. Or I'm going to kill you with my secret old sock stew recipe!" You said in between your unHobi words, accidentally kicking him where it'd hurt.

Might not be the most painful thing (but actually is). Doesn't matter. Male or female or non-binary. It hurts.

There are three types of pain: 1)Pain, 2)Excruciating pain, and 3)Stepping on a Lego.

"Fudge!" Jungkook yelped before falling back on the bed.

"Kookie," you mumbled, slowly sitting up on the bed with a slightly shocked expression. "Are you okay?" You whispered.

"Do I look okay?!" He yelled while holding his hands together in between his legs, wailing in pain as he clutched himself where no one wants to do in pain.

Oh, boy.

If you expected a slap on the face, but got kicked where it hurts the most, it's defeat, which is as painful as childbirth.

"I need momma," Jungkook whimpered as a teardrop fell out of his eye.

"Shh, it'll be okay," you assured, sitting next to him as you patted his chest, placing kisses on his forehead while trying to get him out of the pain. "Just concentrate on how pretty I am, and how cute you are. Together, we're pretty cute, nah? Mostly because you're such a baby."

"Breastfeed me then," he sneered and you pouted before pecking his lips and crawling on top of him.

"We'll do that later. But for now, I'll sing you a lullaby," you said before clearing your throat. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And-"

"My Juan cock, Jeonrex," Jungkook whimpered again."Jeonconda is in pain," he said while inhaling a sharp breath.

"You literally have seven names for that," you muttered as he opened his eyes.

"Buttercup, I think I'd be okay if I just relieve my stress," your husband said while holding your waist as you sat on top of him.

"Really? How do we do it?" You asked as his hands slid down your hips.

"Come closer. I'll tell you."