I position myself between her legs, entering her slowly, feeling the heat and closeness between us deepen with each movement. We find a rhythm, our bodies moving together, each touch and sound amplifying the connection building between us. Her fingers grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as her breath quickens, and I feel her reaching the peak of her pleasure.

When her body tightens around me, her back arches, and she cries out, her voice filling the room with unrestrained ecstasy. That sight alone drives me over the edge; I follow her, letting go as I empty myself inside her, sealing the moment with a tender kiss, one that speaks volumes of the life we've just created.

Afterward, we lie entangled in each other, my hand resting protectively over her stomach. Y/N turns her head, a sweet, contented smile on her lips, and she snuggles closer. As sleep tugs at us, I let myself savor this rare, uncomplicated moment, feeling peace settle over me. Though a life in the bratva brings a shadow of fear and uncertainty for our future, I push those thoughts back, determined to keep this moment untouched by anything dark or complicated.

Five Days Later

My pacing through the living room is relentless. Every few minutes, I glance out the window, hoping to catch sight of her even though I know it's pointless from this angle. The recent tensions with Kung Min have me on edge, and with Y/N needing to take things easier, I've scaled back our training sessions. Between the bratva demands and heightened security, I haven't seen much of her, so today, I came home early to surprise her, only to find her absence gnawing at my patience.

Minji mentioned Y/N had been gone for hours, and my nerves are frayed. Ever since discovering the pregnancy, the instinct to protect her has multiplied. I reach for my phone, ready to call Taehyung for an update, but the sound of the door opening stops me. Y/N walks in, laughing with Taehyung, her smile lighting up the room, but my relief quickly shifts to irritation.

"Where have you been?" My voice comes out sharper than intended.

Her laughter fades as she notices my expression. She glances at Taehyung, who gives her a nod and quietly excuses himself.

"Shopping," she says, holding up several designer bags with a soft smile. "I needed some new clothes."

I eye the bags, feeling the stir of doubt. "All day?"

She shrugs, placing the bags on the floor. "We had lunch too. Is that a problem?"

"It is when you disappear for hours without telling me where you are." I struggle to keep my voice level, even though irritation buzzes beneath it. "You're pregnant, Y/N. You can't just vanish like that."

Her expression shifts, eyes narrowing in annoyance. "I didn't vanish, Jungkook. I was with the guard you assigned to protect me, and I'm barely five weeks along, not on bed rest. And let's not forget, you've been at work constantly too, not just today but the last several days. I got tired of waiting around for you."

"That's not the point." I can't help the grunt that escapes me, frustration seeping into my words. "You should've called."

"Why?" she snaps, crossing her arms, her gaze steely. "So you could track my every move? Did you think to call me while you were working?"

"Don't be ridiculous." I feel my voice rising despite my attempts to stay calm. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

She scoffs, looking more irritated than I've seen her in a while. "By suffocating me? I can't even go shopping without you breathing down my neck. You trained me to protect myself—wasn't that the point? Do you just expect me to sit here all day?"

"Shopping?" I gesture at the bags, my temper flaring up again. "Blowing through thousands on random things, is that really necessary?"

Her cheeks flush with anger, her lips pressing tightly together. "Random? You gave me that credit card, Jungkook. What did you expect me to do with it?"

"I expected you to use it responsibly, not on a splurge in one afternoon."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did I need your approval to use a card you handed me? Should I provide an itemized list every time I buy something?"

I clench my fists, struggling to keep my temper in check. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Do I?" she fires back. "Because it sounds like you want control over every detail of my life. I can't go out, spend money, or even make decisions without your approval."

I take a sharp breath, my voice lowering. "Have you forgotten there are people out there who would hurt you? Hurt us?"

Her eyes flicker, and for a moment, I see vulnerability there, her shoulders sagging just slightly. "I haven't forgotten," she whispers. "How could I? But I can't live like this, in fear and under watch. I'm not a prisoner, Jungkook."

Her words sting, pulling me out of my anger. I move closer, my tone softening. "I know. I don't want you to feel that way. I just... worry about you. About both of you." I reach forward, hesitating, and then let my hand rest on her still-flat stomach.

She looks back at me, her expression softening too. "I know you do, and it means so much. Really. But the shopping and the credit card aren't enough. I can't feel trapped like this, Jungkook. I need you to trust me, even for a few hours. After all that training, you just cut me off from everything, like you don't believe I can protect myself."

A heavy sigh escapes me, and I nod slowly, feeling guilt pierce through me. "I know. I can't put you through anything strenuous right now, though—you understand why?"

She sighs too, but nods. "Of course. I don't want to risk the baby either. But you can't expect me to stay here, with nothing to do but wait for you."

She's right; my constant need to protect her has practically isolated her from everything. And now, seeing her frustration like this, I know I've made her feel like she's a liability, not a partner. "What if...what if we found you something to do? Something outside the house that's still safe?"

Her gaze holds mine, and I see a hopeful glint in her eyes. "Really? You'd be okay with that?"

I give her hand a gentle squeeze, nodding. "As long as you have someone with you, yes. Maybe you could volunteer somewhere? Do something you love, somewhere safe?"

A genuine smile crosses her face, one that makes her eyes light up. "I'd love that. Thank you, Jungkook."

I pull her into a hug, breathing in the scent of her hair, feeling the tension from our argument ease away. "I'm sorry for overreacting. I just can't help but worry. You mean everything to me."

She leans into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I know, and I'll make sure to call next time. I don't want you to worry more than you already do."

We stand there for a moment, letting the weight of the argument dissolve, just breathing together. Then she steps back slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous smile.

"So," she teases, "want to see what I bought?"

I chuckle, shaking my head in mock exasperation. "Sure, show me how you managed to wreck my credit card in one day."

Grinning, she grabs a bag, holding it up with a little laugh. It's covered in baby items, tiny outfits and essentials. A sense of warmth and remorse fills me. She'd been out buying things for the baby, while I'd lashed out at her out of worry.