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The Moon Will Sing | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. established relationship, marriage (kind of!), fluff, domestic fluff, found family, series finale

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 4434

-> warnings. A lil' suggestive near the end but nothing insane!

-> a/n. I can’t believe it’s over 🥹🥹

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 4th, 2023 @ 21:36

-> fin. March 14th, 2025 @ ???

-> edited. March 16th, 2025 @ 11:56

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You lean against the door frame, a smile on your lips. Jungkook’s still in bed, covers thrown to the side and fast asleep. His face is half-hidden in the crook of his elbow, the small of his back exposed where his shirt’s ridden up during the night. You pad over in sock-clad feet, crawling onto the side of the bed to sit cross-legged next to him as you reach out to run your fingers through his bangs.

Jungkook hums and shuffles forward, wrapping his arms around your leg and maneuvering himself so his face is tucked away against your thigh. You scratch at his scalp for a bit before dragging your palm down flat along his spine, curling your fingers against the small of his back so he shivers. You smile, pushing your hand up his shirt to gently scratch his back.

The sun is warm against your shoulders and Jungkook is warm against your legs, his eyes firmly shut even though you know he’s awake. "Kook-ah?"

"Mm…"

"We have to get up."

He groans, turning onto his back so he can pout at you, "I don’ wanna." "You don’t wanna go through with the ceremony?" "And miss our wedding?" Jungkook scoffs. He shakes his head, your endeared giggle making him smile. He pushes himself up and leans forward to peck you on the lips; presses your foreheads together when he pulls away. He smiles against your mouth, "Never."

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt, smack-squeezing Jungkook’s thigh before you push yourself up again, heading to your shared closet at the end of the room. "Hurry up," you say, scrounging around for a pretty set of underwear. "I need you to come get your things so we can get dressed."

Jungkook hums from behind you, sliding his hands around your exposed waist until his palms rest interlocked over your bare stomach. "Picking out something pretty?"

"Mm," you hum back, holding up a white set with an intricate floral lace pattern around the hips and down the center of the chest. "This one's nice," you muse.

Jungkook agrees with a chaste kiss to the back of your neck, sighing like it’s the worst thing in the world that he has to separate from you. When he does a little ‘turn around’ motion with his fingers, you turn and tug your chosen underwear on with your back to him. He grabs his clothes from the cupboard and shuffles into them.

When he's done, Jungkook kisses the back of your head, his voice fading as he leaves the bedroom. "I’ll see you later."

"Don’t miss me too much," you tease.

"Love you too!" he yells back.

With that marking his exit, you turn back around and grab the pretty white sundress the girls helped you pick out for the ceremony.

"Y/N!"

Think of the devil.

"Oh my god, look at you!" Rosé squeals, running to your side to grab your arms and look you up and down with a teary-eyed smile. "You look stunning!"

"Thanks," you giggle, a flattered blush painting your cheeks.

"Wait." Lisa groans as she smacks a hand against her head. "I forgot the fucking ring, hold on—"

"What ring?" you ask, frowning at Jisoo.

"You'll—"

"—Aaand, there she goes," Rosé giggles, shaking her head. Lisa barrels out of the room toward the main house further up the hill.

"So forgetful," Jisoo sighs.

"This thing makes you look so dainty," Jennie laughs, grabbing the hem of your dress and raising it to inspect it more seriously. A devilish smirk pulls at her lips. "And matching panties, I see."

"Shut up!" you laugh, punching her arm as you self-consciously pat down the skirt. "Jungkook's already seen it, anyway."

"What?!" Jisoo yells, rushing forward. "Y/N! He's not supposed to see you until the ceremony!"

"He saw the underwear, not the dress."

Lisa smacks her shoulder into the wall as she comes barreling through the doorway, falling into Jisoo's side with a loud groan. "Ow, fuck—"

"You okay?" Jisoo laughs, a concerned lilt to her voice.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine! Might've dislocated my shoulder, but I'm doing great!" Lisa says sarcastically, snickering when Jisoo grabs her around the neck to give her a knuckle-sandwich.

Jennie rolls her eyes. "Drama queen."

"Sh!" Rosie silences the group, looking eagerly at Lisa. "Did you bring the ring?"

"Right!"

You watch them with attentive, curious eyes as Lisa pulls a navy-blue velvet box from her jeans pocket, carefully opening it up and removing a sparkling silver ring…

The design is simple but elegant: intricate vines with small rosebuds twirl up and around a stem to a blooming rose in the center. You pout at the feelings bursting from the center of your chest (a habit the pack likes to say you got from Jungkook), slowly slipping it over the middle finger on your left hand.

"To welcome you into the family," Lisa says with a shy smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Do you like it?" Rosé asks, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"You guys," you whine, gathering them up in your arms and trying desperately to fight off the sudden wave of tears threatening to wash down your face. "Thank you."

"Welcome to the family," Jennie mumbles against your shoulder, hand patting the small of your back.

"You can't leave," Jisoo states factually. "Ever. You're stuck with us until the day you die."

Your laugh as you pull away is wet with emotion, wiping under your eyes and holding onto Jennie and Rosé's hands. You share a look with the four beautiful young women who so graciously welcomed you into their lives, into their family, and smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Jisoo?"

The five of you turn to the porch winding up the hill to the main house, squinting against the late afternoon sun to try and make out the silhouettes further up the path.

"Eommoni?!"

Jennie and Lisa gasp, darting from the room to meet Jungkook's parents halfway up the path.

You and the other two girls follow, grinning. You haven't seen Jungkook's parents since his surprise-birthday party months ago, so you're delighted to see them again—especially for such a joyous occasion.

"Y/N," Mrs. Jeon sighs, opening her arms wide to give you a strong hug, warmth radiating from her like heat from the sun. "It's been too long," she says woefully.

"It's wonderful seeing you again, Eommoni," you agree, smiling as Jungkook's dad brings you in for a side-hug.

"We couldn't be happier to see you," he says.

You pull away with a bright smile on your face. "Me too."

Eager to give you some alone-time with your fiance's parents, Jisoo and the others start making their way to the main house, leaving you to walk arm-in-arm with Mrs. Jeon, her husband close at her side.

"How are you feeling?" she asks with a knowing smile, her voice reminding you so much of a gossiping schoolgirl that you can't help but laugh.

"Good!" you say. "Nervous, of course, but good. Excited."

"Those are all very good things to be," Jungkook's dad says with a grin, his hand on Mrs. Jeon's waist. "All things me and Mara felt on our special day."

"Oh, hush!" Mrs. Jeon says, gently smacking her husband's arm as a faint blush tints her ears, much like it does her son's when he's embarrassed.

"It's true!" Mr. Jeon laughs, the three of you making your way into the main house through the patio door (that leads down to the single-bedroom river house you and Jungkook had been assigned to for this pack-wide getaway).

"What did you make her, Abeoji?"

Mr. Jeon smirks, nudging his wife in her side. "Show her."

Mrs. Jeon rolls her eyes, raising her shirtsleeve to show off a beautiful golden bracelet. It had a small crescent-moon in the center, which you realized now was the matching half to a bracelet Mr. Jeon wore.

"She made me my own half for our anniversary," Mr. Jeon says with a teasing smile, snickering at something his wife mumbles, too soft for you to hear.

Their love is so pure, you think, so sure of itself; it's no wonder Jungkook loves you like he does.

"Well, then," Mr. Jeon sighs as you stop in the middle of the room. "I should probably find my son. Say hi before your mother whisks him off. I'll see you two soon." He kisses Mrs. Jeon on the cheek and squeezes your shoulder, wandering off.

"Right, then," Mrs. Jeon claps her hands together. "I already set up a nice little area for us in one of the rooms upstairs, close to a window where we can sit in the sun."

The nerves of having to make Jungkook's gift is finally catching up with you. You planned what you wanted to do beforehand, of course, but having to put your thoughts and feelings to paper (with the chance of it turning out shit) is a lot more daunting than you expected.

"You'll be fine, darling." Mrs. Jeon reads your mind, patting the back of your hand. "I'll help you through it, yes?"

You bite your lip and shake out your hands, walking through the door and across the room to stand before an empty canvas.

"Let's do this."

Jungkook has never been more nervous for anything in his life. Well, except maybe for your first time, but that was very different and letting his thoughts wander down that road is probably not a very good idea.

He runs his fingers nervously over the dips and divots in the small wolf trinket he painstakingly whittled for you with your mother's guidance, wondering in the back of his mind if it was too simple for such an important ceremony.

This ceremony was basically the human equivalent of getting married (with a lot of shared traditions, surprisingly enough), and all he had to show for it was a sterling silver bracelet he didn't even make himself with an amateurishly carved wolf trinket attached to the center.

"I can hear you thinking from here," Evelyn startles him from his spiral.

Jungkook laughs nervously as she comes to stand in front of him, smoothing out his shirt and fixing the pearl necklace around his throat. "Sorry, eommoni. I'm just…"

"Nervous?"

Jungkook nods sheepishly.

"Nerves are good. Normal." She takes a seat next to him on the bed. "You're marrying my daughter, after all. I'd hope you were nervous."

Jungkook frowns. "Why?"

"Because that means you're scared. Scared is good! It means you won't fuck it up."

Jungkook snorts.

"I know you're nervous," Evelyn continues more seriously, "but you have nothing to worry about."

He nods quietly, already feeling more at ease. "Do you think she'll like it?" he asks.

"She'll love it."

"Thank you for helping me make it." He leans his head down on your mom's shoulder.

"Of course. Dongin and I are honored to have you as part of the family."

"Jungkook-ah!" Taehyung bellows, barging into the room with Jimin at his side, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon following soon after.

Jungkook and Evelyn get up from the bed at the same time, Evelyn walking across the room to greet the other pack members. Yoongi punches Jimin in the side to stop his and Tae's goofing off, bowing so low his hair falls over his eyes.

"Ugh, straighten up!" she orders with a shake of her head and a light slap to Yoongi's shoulder.

Hoseok laughs, throwing an arm around Yoongi's shoulders as Jimin and Taehyung walk deeper into the room, cornering Jungkook against the wall for his inevitable teasing. "You know how Yoongi gets, eommoni, he's all about respect—"

Yoongi growls softly, his cheeks tinting pink as your mom laughs and pats his shoulder, bowing her head to Seokjin (who appeared at the top of the stairs at some point during this exchange). "I'll see you boys later. Cut Jungkookie some slack, okay?"

They laugh. "So," Taehyung starts, wiggling his eyebrows at Jungkook. "How we feeling?"

"Good," Jungkook says with a confident nod, smiling. "Really, really good."

"I can't believe you went ahead and got mated before your hyungs," Seokjin sniffles dramatically, shaking his head and hiding his face behind his palm, imitating the mothers he sees on TV.

Jungkook shrugs with a mischievous grin. "Not my fault you guys have no game."

"Yaish, this kid—" Jimin grabs him around his neck and ruffles up his hair, laughing even when Jungkook growls threateningly at him. "Got yourself a mate and suddenly you're better than us," he teases.

"That's not what I said!" Jungkook laughs breathlessly as he finally shoves away, whining when Namjoon makes toward him to fix his hair.

"At least it's Y/N," Yoongi says with a sigh, his eyes betraying his emotion. "That brat was practically made for your dumb ass."

Hoseok laughs, shaking his head as he makes a show of squeezing Jungkook's cheeks. "Don't insult him, hyung, you'll upset the poor baby—"

"Hyung," Jungkook whines.

His brothers only laugh. "You're always gonna be our maknae," Namjoon reminds him, a proud, almost fatherly smile plastered on his face.

"We're real happy for you, Jungkook-ah," Taehyung agrees with one of his signature boxy smiles, patting Jungkook hard on the back.

"Thank—"

The strum of a guitar cuts Jungkook off midway through his thanks, Rosé's voice carrying out across the pit area at the front of the house. He inhales and immediately catches wind of the smoke from the bonfire the girls must've set up in preparation for the ceremony, his pulse spiking at the realization that oh shit, this is actually happening.

He's being mated to the girl of his dreams, with all the most important people in his life present as witnesses: two families becoming one.

Jimin smacks him on the back with an encouraging, teary-eyed smile. "Let's go get your girl."

You can hear the music from down the path, your palms sweaty around Dad's arm.

"You ready, pumpkin?" He taps the hand you have hooked around his elbow.

The nerves of the day are finally catching up to you. "I'm ready," you exhale.

Your dad smiles proudly, and then you're walking up the dirt path, white lilies guiding you to your future.

And the moment you see him, you think the future looks good.

Jungkook, like you, is dressed in all white—a white pearl necklace, white v-neck shirt, white trousers and what look to be white dress shoes. He looks like an angel.

Jungkook watches you with a sparkle in his eyes that makes your tummy clench.

You join him under the arch (decorated with an array of colorful flowers, most of which you can’t identify), looking shyly down at your sandals as he grabs your hands.

"You look beautiful," he whispers, the smile on his face so soft it feels like clouds.

"So do you."

He smiles wider still, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

"Today is a very special day for the Bangtan pack, and the Jeon and Lee families alike," Jungkook's dad says with a proud grin, standing side-by-side with his wife and your parents.

There's something about seeing them all next to each other, Jungkook's hands warm around yours, that make this all feel so suddenly real, you have to blink to keep your emotions at bay.

"Y/N," Mrs. Jeon starts off.

"Jungkook-ah always used to say he looked forward to finding his mate." She holds onto Mr. Jeon's hands and continues, "He would brag that he'd be the best mate ever, no matter who they were. And after Jungkook left us to join his friends to form their own pack, we worried he'd made a mistake."

"The city is notoriously absent of shifters," Mrs. Jeon explained, "so we thought that by leaving our small little town in Busan, Jungkook was giving up on finding a mate."

"And then Gukka found you," Mr. Jeon finishes, tears streaking down his face. You laugh tearfully, your heart aching at the sight accompanied by your mom's emotional sniffles.

"He would not stop talking about you!" Mrs. Jeon laughs fondly, shaking her head. "He told us he'd found his mate, that he was sure of it, even though you were human and nothing like he'd imagined you'd be, nothing like we'd imagined for him.

"We couldn't be happier to welcome you into the Jeon family, my dear," she sniffles. "Jungkook knew from the moment he met you, and he couldn't have made a better choice if he tried."

You let go of Jungkook's hands to wrap your arms around the Jeons' shoulders, hiccuping into them. Mr. Jeon rubs a comforting circle against your back as Mrs. Jeon's fingers dig into your shoulders, her tears darkening the white fabric around your shoulders.

Eventually you pull away to stand back at Jungkook's side, resting your head against his shoulder after he briefly scents under your chin.

"Jungkook," your mother begins.

Jungkook straightens his back and squares his shoulders.

"Y/N used to complain."

Everyone bursts out laughing and you look shyly down at your feet, heat blossoming in your cheeks.

"She used to complain a lot," Mom giggles. "'This new boy at school won't leave me alone,' she'd say. 'He follows me around like a lost puppy! I don't understand, what did I do?!'"

"The answer is that she didn't do anything, and though it may have took her much, much longer by shifter standards, she fell for you, and she fell for you hard."

"As a father," Dad says, "it was hard listening, in real time, as complaints about this annoying new boy at my baby's school turned into her talking about how much she liked spending time with him, about how he was now her best friend.

"I knew her feelings for you were blossoming. And it was hard, letting you in," Dad admits, his gentle smile softening the blow. "I felt like things were moving too quickly, so much more quickly than was good, or normal.

"But then Evelyn pointed something out to me, Jungkook."

Dad pauses, reigning himself in before he can continue speaking. "She said, 'Have you not seen the way he looks at her? Have you not noticed the devotion, the love in his eyes?'"

You don't have to be a shifter to hear the hitch in Jungkook's breath.

"That's when I knew," your dad cries, Mom comforting him even though you're sure she can't see through her own tears. "That's when I knew I wanted you as a part of this family, and I'm so happy seeing that dream come to fruition."

Together, your parents walk forward and form a circle around the two of you, locking fingers.

In sync (no doubt from hours of practice), they recite your blessing:

"The pack is life, and the pack is love. Born, bred, or brewed, we bless this union, and welcome you, daughter and son, with open arms."

They wrap around you, tightening the circle and squeezing. You full-body shiver and burst into tears, your arms wrapped around Jungkook's waist and one of your parents' backs, face hidden in your father's shoulder as Jungkook leans against his mother, your mom's hand on the back of his head. Surrounding them, your pack: Namjoon, Jisoo, the boys, the girls—all of them wrapped around you in a protective bubble.

Something within you flips a switch, like a sparkler being lit.

This is so much more than you ever could've asked for. Surrounded by everyone you've ever loved, you've never felt more safe—more happy—in your life.

The ceremony was everything you could've asked for and then some.

The cake was revealed soon after you made your vows: a beautiful three-tiered chocolate extravaganza with grass-green frosting, two little fondue mini-you and Jungkook's sitting together in a field surrounded by Smarties flowers. It was cute and kind of childish, but that's what made you like it even more.

You cut the cake while giggling the entire time, swiping off a piece of icing with your finger to drag it down the side of Jungkook's nose. His wide-eyed shock had made you laugh so hard you hadn't had the time to dodge the massive swab of icing he slathered all across your cheek (which he, to everyone else's dismay, licked off quickly after).

The cake was wonderful, and the rest of the night went so smoothly it felt like something straight out of a fairy tale; your own little and they lived happily ever after.

You and Jungkook smile and wave at the rest of the party as you head back down the hill to your river cabin, calling it early so you can give each other your gifts.

"Meet me in the living room?" you ask him as you stop just inside the entryway, biting nervously on your lips now that you have to actually show him the painting. Everyone knows you aren't a painter—Jungkook's the artist in your relationship, after all. But that was all the more reason for you to try and gift him something you know he'll appreciate and (hopefully) cherish for the rest of your lives.

Jungkook gives a nervous little nod of his head, pulling you back to kiss you and then speed walk to the bedroom to bring his gift to the couch.

"Okay," you say once he's sat down next to you, your knees brought up to your chest and hands clasped together over your shins. "Who's going first?" you ask.

Jungkook smiles in that soft, slightly unsure way that makes your heart leap with fondness as he shakes his head. You smile back and hold his hand, whispering, "Me first?"

"Please," he exhales. "I just—"

"You're fine, love, don't worry about it. Just… stay here and close your eyes."

Jungkook does as told. You squeeze his hand and spring up off the couch, walking around into the small section behind the kitchenette wall where you asked Mrs. Jeon to set the easel after you finished. You take the canvas from the easel and look over it for a second, turning away immediately once you notice all the little mistakes and things you wish you'd had the time to fix.

"Babe?"

"I'm here, just… trying to prepare myself," you laugh, sitting back down next to him with the canvas hidden against your chest.

"For what?" Jungkook frowns, eyes still closed. "I'm going to love whatever it is. You know that, right?"

"Yeah… Yeah, of course I do, I just…"

Jungkook pats around until his hand finds your knee. "Can I open my eyes?"

You take a deep breath and expel it from your lungs, turning the canvas around and watching his face with an intensity that could melt through plastic. "You can open your eyes."

What Jungkook sees is a cute, cartoonish rendition of his wolf curled up against your side; his paws over your bent knees, your arm slung around his back, hand resting on his torso. The slight anatomical inaccuracies of course catch his eyes, but it just makes his heart swell more—this isn't something you're good at, but you did it anyway.

For him.

"I love it," he whispers softly, running his fingers over the dried paint with the gentlest, most love-struck smile you think you've ever seen.

You grin slowly, feeling a tingle of excitement in the tips of your fingers. His reaction was all you'd been hoping for, really. Even with its imperfections, he loves it, just as he loves you.

"I'm really glad," you exhale joyfully, placing a hand over the bridge of his foot, anchoring yourself to him physically.

"Of course I love it," he says, gently removing the canvas from your hands and setting it on the coffee table. Your knees touch as he cups your face and leans in for a slow, love-infused kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. When he leans back, you lean in, a little dazed and smiling like a goof.

His eyes sparkle nervously. "Time for mine?"

"Time for yours," you agree.

Jungkook squeezes the hand you have on his thigh (you really don't remember putting it there), reaching behind him to grab the gift he hid who-knows-where.

"Your mom helped a lot," he admits sheepishly, holding whatever it is in his fist, unwilling to let you see it just yet.

"So did yours," you shrug, your eyes fixed on his closed fist.

He sighs, "I really hope you like it," right as he uncurls his fingers.

You gasp, reaching for the bracelet. You run your thumbs reverently over the smoothed-down wood. "Jungkook…"

"What?" he asks nervously, biting his lips. "Is it okay?"

"It's more than okay!" you burst into tears, throwing your arms around his shoulders and bringing him into your chest. You stare at the trinket over his shoulder, the tears running away from you as all the emotions of the last several hours come crashing down.

"Bunny," he laughs, patting your hair and rubbing your back. "Why are you crying?"

"I just love you so much," you sniffle, "they're happy tears."

Jungkook chuckles against your shoulder, scenting against the side of your neck and under your chin until you've calmed down enough to look at him without sniffling. "Do you want me to put it on for you?"

You nod, handing him the bracelet and holding out your hand. Jungkook smiles as he clips the bracelet around your wrist, thumbing the trinket and looking up at you with watery, emotion-filled eyes.

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward until you're sitting forehead-to-forehead. "So much."

"Ditto," he teases, nipping at the tip of your nose with a joyful giggle that lights your tummy on fire.

You grab his face and kiss him hard, crawling into his lap with practiced ease. He hums against your lips, his hands settling over your waist as he uncurls his legs to accommodate you better, setting his feet on the floor and leaning back against the couch to meet your hungry kisses with equal fervor.

You kiss the corner of Jungkook's lips, his cheek, the point of his chin until eventually you get to his neck, licking over and then kissing the spot on his neck you've memorized as his scent gland. He folds instantly, groaning and squeezing at you with his head thrown back, thighs flexing underneath you.

"All mine." You kiss his neck, all your love and affection and admiration engraved in the soft touch of your lips to his skin.

Jungkook sighs. "All yours."

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