It had been two years since me and Jungkook met. Since we had first kissed and since we had fell in love.
And I was still falling in love with him as each day went on. I learned something new about him every day as the days went on. Like how he hates pickles, and how he eats the crust on a pizza before he eats anything else. How he covers his face with his hands when he gets mad, sad, or nervous. How he laughs at the simplest things. And how he kisses me like he misses me and how he fucks me like his life depends on my pleasure.
I was in love with him in every way you could be in love. He was my everything and I was his.
We had both graduated college and Jungkook is teaching a business class at Tech in California and I opened up my own bakery. right where his mom and dads favorite bakery used to be. Like they had wanted me to. My business was great and people loved it.
Me and Jungkook had moved in together into the beautiful beach house we had stayed at for his sisters wedding. And we had been married for three months when I learned that I was pregnant with a baby boy. I'm five months pregnant.
"Hey baby girl," Jungkook said to me when he walked in from work. "Smells good." He came up behind me and put his hands on my stomach. He kissed my neck. I shivered.
He still gets me weak.
"Spicy chicken" I said to him giggling. He loves Korean food. "Your favorite."
"No, actually you're my favorite thing to eat."
He chuckled into my ear and walked away. I knew he was going to change into something more casual, like he always did after work.
I laughed as he walked away.
"So sexual." I whispered and shook my head.
We had thought about the baby nema jeongwoo jeon I liked that name a lot.
My life felt perfect, like to perfect to be real. I was with someone I was in love with, married, and pregnant. I was making good money and so was Jungkook. Everything was in order and the way people usually pray their lives were. I was happy, beyond happy actually.
Jungkook mom had once told me that kook wrote poetry.
I remember that day perfectly.
I walked into the bedroom looking for Jungkook.
He was gone. I guess he just left instead of changing as id assumed. There was a note on the bed. I picked up and read it.
Her,
The one who makes me weak at my knees, the one who makes me stutter when I speak.
The one who drives me insane, the one who makes me want to please her in every possible way.
The one who makes me fall for her every day.
the one who makes me happy to be alive.
The reason I breathe,
The reason I wake up every morning.
The reason I am so satisfied with everything.
that woman whom I love, You.
-JUNGKOOK
I smiled at the paper and my eyes traveled to the pink stripped box on the bed. I opened it up and took out what was inside. It was a sexy set of black lingerie and then there was a note.
You gotta wear this for me when that little booger gets out of your pretty belly.
I laughed loudly and covered my mouth to muffle it. I looked out of the window. He was in the backyard, sitting on the porch.
I walked to him, and sat down beside him. He looked up at me and smiled, grabbing my head and folding his fingers between mine.
"I love this," I showed him the paper. "I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too sweetheart" He whispered back and kissed me.
Always so passionately.
"How long do you plan on making me so damn happy?" I asked him.
"Forever and ever." He whispered.
I smiled at him and he smiled at me. We looked into each other's eyes.
Who knew life could be so good to me?