Jungkook One Shot (Jungkook×Y/N Ff)
My baby mafia--1
Your hands tremble as your mother shoves you forward.
Y/n mother
“Don’t embarrass us,” she hisses. “You’re lucky someone even agreed to marry you.”
Your cheek still burns from the slap she gave you an hour ago.
You keep your head down, eyes stinging.
The wedding hall is filled with whispers.
“Poor girl… she’s marrying him…”
“The abnormal boy…”
“The baby-minded one…”
Everyone thinks he’s mentally childlike.
Everyone thinks he talks like a baby.
Everyone thinks he’s helpless, soft, cute.
Everyone believes it.
Even you.
You’ve only seen a tiny picture—him with big doe eyes, puffy cheeks, a shy smile but..but..but...
No one knows the truth.
No one knows what hides under the act.
No one knows the monster.
Except the monster himself.
And he’s watching you.
He stands at the altar wearing a white tuxedo that hugs his unbelievably muscular body—broad shoulders, veiny forearms, chest so thick you swear the buttons are struggling.
And yet…
His head is slightly tilted…
His lips are pouty…
His big eyes blink slowly like a baby asking for candy.
He looks up at you.
His voice is soft.
Innocent.
Babyish.
Baby jungkook
“Umm… h-hi… w-wife…?”
Your heart melts.
He looks like a giant baby deer.
Baby jungkook
“You… pwetty…”
Your parents glare at you as if you don’t deserve even this.
His baby eyes flick to them.
Then back to you.
Something dark flashes behind that softness.
Something only you miss.
When you lift your veil a little, he freezes.
His big doe eyes widen.
Baby jungkook
“W-wife… who hurted you…?”
Y/n
You quickly shake your head. “N-no one… it’s nothing…”
His gaze drops to your parents behind you.
Then slowly rises back to your cheek.
Then to you.
Suddenly, that baby voice becomes too calm.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Did they do this?”
Y/n
Your breath catches. You whisper, “It doesn’t matter…”
His lashes lower.
Something… snaps.
But when he looks back up?
He smiles like a cute little child.
Baby jungkook
“‘Kay… wife. Jungkookie listen.”
He places his giant hand over your tiny one.
But the grip?
It’s not babyish at all.
It’s possessive.
Hard.
Protective.
Deadly.
My baby mafia--2
At the time of taking vows,
When it's your turn, your voice shakes.
He speaks in babyish tone so the hall hears the “abnormal boy.”
Baby jungkook
“I pwomise… to wuv my wife… fowever… to be good boy…”
Everyone smiles sadly.
Your parents smirk.
But his fingers stroke your palm with a hidden strength.
His eyes lock on yours.
Only you hear the whisper underneath the baby voice.
A whisper made of steel.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“I promise… no one will ever hurt you again.”
Your heart skips.
You think he means he’ll love you.
But what he really means?
Is blood, not yours but your parent's...
After the wedding finish,you and he is now in the car.
You sit beside him, nervous and flustered.
He swings his legs like a baby.
Baby jungkook
“W-wife… can I sit c-close?”
You look at him and see he is looking at you with his hopeful big doe adorable eyes which instantly melt your heart.
He immediately scoots beside you, leaning his huge warm body against your arm like a child cuddling for comfort.
But you notice…
His eyes are not childish.
They’re studying you.
Your flinch when someone raises their voice…
Your shaking hands…
Your soft “sorry” every three seconds…
Your bruised wrist…
He touches it gently.
His voice becomes so babyish it feels like honey.
Baby jungkook
“Did your mommy–daddy hurty you?”
Y/n
You whisper, “It’s okay… I’m used to it…”
His entire body goes still.
Not babyish.
Not cute.
Still.
His jaw tightens for a second—only one second—before he hides it with a pout.
Baby jungkook
“Wife… don’t say dat.”
Then he climbs onto your lap before you can stop him.
Baby jungkook
“Wife hug baby.”
You blush and say out with your low shy voice,
You blush more but wrap your arms around him.
He melts into your chest like a little boy craving love.
Inside his chest?
His heartbeat is violent.
Protective.
Dangerous.
After reaching his mansion,you are now in his room sitting on his big master bed.
No touching.
No intimacy.
Just him curling on your lap like a giant dangerous toddler.
Baby jungkook
“Wife… brush my hair?”
You do.
He closes his eyes, humming like a happy child.
Baby jungkook
“Wife… talk to baby?”
Baby jungkook
“Say you wuv Jungkookie.”
He smiles.
But his smile is not childish.
It’s hungry.
Dark.
Obsessive.
You don’t see it.
You’re busy admiring how cute he looks.
You cup his cheeks.
He freezes.
His breath catches.
His pupils dilate.
His ears turn red.
Baby jungkook
“s..say agwain.”
He hides his face in your stomach.
You giggle.
You don’t see the grin stretching across his hidden mouth.
A grin that is nothing like a baby.
A grin that belongs to a predator who just found the thing he will never let go.
My baby mafia--3(End)
At 3 a.m., while you’re asleep:
He gently tucks you in.
His baby voice disappears completely.
He steps out on the balcony.
Cold. Sharp. Ruthless.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Yes,” he says, voice deep and terrifying now.
“Destroy her parents’ business first. Slowly. Make them crawl.”
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“And then… bring them to me.”
He looks back at you sleeping peacefully.
His voice softens—but not babyish.
Just… deadly romantic.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“No one hits my wife. No one makes my angel cry.”
Next morning,You wake up before him.
He’s curled on top of your stomach like a koala.
Y/n
You giggle softly.
“Jungkookie… wake up…”
He opens his eyes slowly.
His voice is sugary again.
You stroke his hair.
He melts, stretching his big muscular arms like a toddler waking up from nap.
Baby jungkook
“Baby wants pancakes…”
He follows you everywhere, holding your dress like a baby afraid to get lost.
In the kitchen he sits on the counter swinging his legs, cheeks puffed, watching you with starry eyes.
Baby jungkook
“Wife so pwetty…”
You almost drop the spoon blushing hard.You really think he’s just pure and innocent.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
My wife looks adorable blushing. I want her. I want her whole life. I want every breath of hers to belong to me.
A little flour ends up on your cheek.
He gasps.
Baby jungkook
“Wife… wait.”
He leans in.
You freeze.
His thumb gently wipes your cheek.
But his eyes don’t blink.
They stare into you.
Too intense for a “baby boy.”
Y/n
You whisper, “Jungkook…?”
He suddenly cups your face with both huge hands.
Baby jungkook
“Wifey… don’t let anyone hurt you again, ‘kay?”
Your heart melts.
You nod.
He leans his forehead on yours.
Baby jungkook
“My Good girl wify…”
His baby voice drops for just a second.
Just a second.
But you feel it like lightning.
At evening,Your father comes uninvited.
He grabs your arm hard and drags you outside.
Y/n father
“You stupid girl—!”
Before he can finish—
A hand grips his wrist.
So tight your father gasps.
Jungkook stands there.
Eyes empty.
Smile gone.
Voice… not babyish at all.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Don’t. Touch. My. Wife.”
Y/n father
Your father scoffs.
“Or what, abnormal boy?”
Your breath stops.
Jungkook leans in, whispers into your father’s ear—
His voice deeper than hell.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“I killed men for less and I will rip you apart if you again ever dare to hurt my wife.”
Your father’s face drains of blood.
Y/n
You whisper shakily, “J-Jungkook…?”
He turns to you—
And instantly switches back to a pouty baby voice.
Baby jungkook
“Wife… let’s go inside… baby scared…”
He hides his face in your shoulder like a frightened child.
You hug him.
You don’t see the cold smile forming behind you.
That night your parents are dragged into his mansion’s basement.
Bound.
Terrified.
Jungkook sits on his throne.
No baby act.
No pout.
No innocence.
Just the real him.
The mafia king of Asia.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Years you beat her.”
“You starved her.”
“You made her apologize for existing.”
Your parents whimper.
Jungkook cracks his knuckles.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“She belongs to me now.”
His eyes turn black with possessive madness.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“And I protect what’s mine.”
That night?
He teaches them a lesson they will never forget.
But he never lets you know the details.
You sleep peacefully… hugged in his arms… thinking your baby bun is innocent.
He kisses your forehead all night.
One evening you catch him talking on the phone.
But not in baby voice.
Deep.
Authoritative.
Cold.
You freeze.
He turns slowly.
Sees your expression.
Drops the phone.
Y/n
You whisper, “Jungkook… y-your voice…”
He walks to you slowly.
Traps you against the wall.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Wife…”
His thumb strokes your jaw.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“My baby voice… was only for you. To make you feel safe. To make you love me.”
He leans closer, lips brushing yours.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Because the real me…”
His abs press against your soft body.
His breath warms your ear.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“…is too dangerous to touch you without your permission.”
Your knees buckle.
He catches you easily.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“I’m not abnormal.”
“I’m not innocent.”
“I’m not weak.”
His nose brushes your cheek.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“I’m the most powerful man in Asia.”
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“And I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in the wedding hall.."
Your eyes fill with overwhelming tears.
He cups your face.
His voice becomes soft—not babyish—just deeply tender.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“My angel deserves love… protection… happiness… and I will give you all of it.”
You feel your heart skip so meny beats hearing him.
Not because hearing him but because you own self fall in love with him and you are not afraid of what he is. You love both of him.Even though he pretends like baby,still you love his that side and his real side to.He gives you love, protection and care that no one never gives you in your life.
Y/n
You whisper, “I love you…”
He freezes.
Then he lifts you into his arms.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“Say it again.”
Y/n
“I love you, my baby bun and my jungkook”
He groans softly.
His forehead falls to yours.
Jeon Jungkook/Mafia king
“I love you more princess.More than my life.You’re mine now… forever.”
You nod your head with your teary soft eyes.He looks at your eyes with his deep yet soft eyes and cup your face into his both large big Palms.You lean into his palm looking at him with your soft loving eyes.
Then he lean slowly and when he sees there is no ounce of hesitation or discomfort in your expression but see your calm soft loving expression,He kisses you—
Slow…
Warm…
Deep…
Possessive…
Protective…
Full of every heartbreak and every obsession.
He holds you like you’re his whole world.
Because you are.
His innocent wife.
His angel.
His madness.
His soft spot.
His entire universe.
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