It had been two weeks since the wedding.

The Jeon mansion had never felt this alive-filled with warm meals, soft laughter, occasional chaos courtesy of Taehyung and Jimin, and late-night cuddles between newlyweds.

But even among all the joy, YN had noticed something...

Something silent.

Something hidden.

Jungkook, her husband-the mafia king with an empire at his fingertips-wasn't sleeping well.

He smiled all day, cooked her breakfast sometimes, pulled her into random hugs, wore the pink shirts she liked...

But at night.

It was different.

It started with the first week.

YN would wake in the middle of the night to find his side of the bed empty.

She'd quietly slip out and find him standing by the window, shirtless, bathed in moonlight, staring at the stars with blank eyes.

Then the next night-he'd be in bed, but she'd wake to feel him trembling. His brows furrowed, fists clenched. He whispered things in his sleep.

"Mom... please run..."

"Don't hurt them..."

"No, not again-"

YN would place her hand on his chest and whisper softly, "I'm here... I've got you..."

And he'd calm.

But he never spoke about it when morning came.

Not once.

One night, it was worse.

He jolted awake with a choked gasp, sweat pouring down his neck, breathing erratic like he couldn't find oxygen in the room.

YN woke with him.

"Jungkook?" she whispered, sitting up instantly, reaching for him.

But he quickly turned away.

"I'm okay," he said. Too fast. Too cold.

He got up and walked into the bathroom.

The door clicked shut.

YN sat there in the dark, heart aching.

He was shutting her out-not because he didn't love her. But because some pain... was still too deep to explain.

Still... she couldn't just watch him suffer.

The next evening, YN planned something simple.

After dinner, she pulled Jungkook gently to the backyard garden. The sky was starry, the air cool. They sat on the old swing together.

He held her close like always, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Silence.

Then-

"Jungkook..." she whispered.

He hummed low.

"I know you think you're protecting me by not talking about it," she said gently. "But... I see it."

He stiffened slightly.

"I hear the way you whisper in your sleep. The pain in your voice. The way your hands shake at night sometimes..."

she trailed off, fingers gently lacing with his. "You're not alone anymore."

He didn't reply.

But she felt it-the way his breath caught, the way his arms wrapped around her tighter like she was his only anchor.

"I don't care what you saw, what happened," she said softly. "You're still the man I love."

Jungkook's head dropped to her shoulder.

"...I'm scared," he finally whispered.

YN's eyes welled up.

"Of what?"

"That one day... you'll see what I've seen... and you'll run," his voice cracked. "That the blood on my hands will stain you too."

She turned to face him, cupping his cheeks.

"I didn't marry your past, Jungkook," she said firmly. "I married you. The boy who tucked me into bed when I was hurting. The man who brought my grandpa back to me. The one who cooks me late night ramen in heart-shaped bowls..."

His eyes filled with tears.

"You don't have to fight alone anymore."

And then she hugged him. Tightly.

Like she would never let go.

That night, for the first time in days...

Jungkook slept peacefully.

With his face buried in her neck, one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand tight to his chest-like a promise.

And YN?

She stayed awake for a little while, just brushing her fingers through his hair, silently praying...

That no nightmare would ever take him away from her again.

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The morning sun peeked through the beige curtains of their shared bedroom, casting soft golden light on the marble floor.

YN stretched in bed with a sleepy sigh, still tangled in the warm blankets. She blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes, only to feel something heavy draped across her waist.

Something firm.

Someone.

She tilted her head and saw him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Wrapped around her like a human octopus.

His arms securely around her waist. One leg thrown lazily over hers. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his breath fanning softly over her collarbone.

A grown, terrifying mafia king.

Looking like an oversized koala.

YN stifled a giggle.

"Jungkook... babe, it's morning," she whispered.

"No." His voice was hoarse. Deep. Muffled.

He clutched her tighter, burying his nose in her neck.

"Just five more minutes..."

YN blinked.

"You've been saying that for thirty minutes."

"I'm recharging," he mumbled like a spoiled child. "In my safe place."

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

"Your safe place?"

"Right here." He pulled her even closer. "My wife. My peace."

YN froze for a second, heat rushing to her cheeks.

"...you're being dramatic."

"No, I'm being married. And clingy. And sleepy. All at once." He smirked against her skin. "Let me be."

She turned slightly in his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be the mature one? You are ten years older than me."

He pulled back slightly just to pout at her, and it was unfair how adorable he looked with messy black hair, sleepy eyes, and that signature mole under his lip.

"Mature in the mafia world, not when I'm with you," he huffed, lips grazing her jaw. "With you, I get to be soft."

YN couldn't argue with that.

She slid her fingers through his hair gently.

"You're soft... but also extremely heavy."

He gasped.

"I'll have you know, this is premium muscle. High-class husband weight."

She burst into laughter.

"You're ridiculous."

"And yours," he said smugly, leaning in to kiss her nose. "Fully, legally, yours."

Later, when they finally made it out of bed (after a lot of whining from Jungkook), YN was brushing her hair near the mirror.

He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist again, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Are you going to be this clingy every day?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yup."

"Even when I'm working?"

"I'll sit under your desk."

"Even if I'm angry?"

"I'll pout until you forgive me."

She turned in his arms, leaning into his chest. "You know... sometimes I forget you're the mafia king. You're just...

Jungkook here."

He smiled, cupping her face gently.

"That's all I ever wanted to be with you."

And then he kissed her.

Soft. Slow. The kind of kiss that made time stop.

Not dangerous.

Not violent.

Just love.

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