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BTS as parents
Pairings:Sope,Namjin,Vminkook
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Namjin:
(Children:Kim Namseok,Kim Namhee(ęšë¨ě,ęšë¨íŹ))
Jin:Namjoon!Have you seen Namhee?
Joon:Namseok,where is your sister?
Namseok:*points to the fridge*
Jin:*opens the fridge*OH MY POOR BABY!
Namhee:*dies inside*
Sope:
(Children:Jung Min,Jung Minwoo(ě 믟,ě 믟ě°))
Hoseok:*Over the phone*Uuuuhhh⌠Yoongi?
Yoongi:*Already disappointment*What?
Hoseok:So hypothetically,what should I do if hypothetically the twins get their head stuck on a gate?
Yoongi:The twins got their head stuck on the railing?
Jung Min and Minwoo:*Bawling their eyes out*
Hoseok:*defeated*YesâŚ
Vmin:
(Child:Kim Baekhoon(ęšë°ąí))
Taehyung:So,did you sleep well jagiya?
Jimin:*dead inside,holding a sleeping Baekhoon*
Taehyung:âŚSo no?
Jikook:
(Child:Jeon Baekyung(ě 배경))
Jimin:So Baekyung,do you like appa or dada?
Baekyung:*Crawls towards Jungkook*
Jungkook:*Picks her up*You really are a daddyâs girl
Jimin:*dies inside,again*How dare you I carried you for 9 months-
Taekook:
(Child:Jeon Taejinhae(ě íě§í´))
Taehyung:I think Yeontan and Bam like our daughter more than us
Jungkook:What makes you say that?
TJH:*playing with Yeontan while sitting on Bam*
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless skyâs âi am an observer, but not by choice.â
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
#fatima aamer bilal#i am an observer but not by choice#poetry#literature#poeticstories#poetry collection#typography#words words words#yearning#longing#parent issues#girlhood#dark academia#web weaving#art#bts#franz kafka#sylvia plath#book quotations#lana del rey#mitski#hozier#pheobe bridgers#poem#prose#anne carson#jane austen#mahmoud darwish#fiction#fantasy
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless skyâs my body is a slaughterhouse.
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#poetry#moony moonless sky#fatima aamer bilal#literature#poeticstories#art#book quotations#yearning#longing#pining#unrequited poem#poetry collection#words words words#typography#web weaving#dark academia#prose#self loathing#parent issues#bts#franz kafka#sylvia plath#lana del rey#mitski#hozier#mahmoud darwish#fiction#fantasy#pheobe bridgers#self deprecation
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âđâËâš bbydaddy!jk (16) âđâËâš
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note: please prioritize your mental health and peace if the following content is too heavy for you. this portion of the plot has a lot of angst, and arguing. overall contains sensitive topics. thank you all for waiting so well for the break-up reveal!
tw: mentions of anxiety/stress/insomnia/ and postpartum depression,, early pregnancy loss (5 weeks), and self-neglect.
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"so... jungkook moved back in, he bought you a new car, and this entire time you've been broken upâyou've been sleeping with him?"
it feels stupid to confess everything to your therapist.
youâve been avoiding this for 9 months now.Â
today it has to be settled.Â
it has to be over.Â
this feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up over and over again until you have nothing left inside of you. your lips tighten at the way your therapist blinks at you. you've never really been able to read her, but maybe that's what you like so much about her.
sometimes, it's nice not to know and just to take what people say as they are.
"he's not actually moved back in... he just has more closet space."
your therapist notes something down on her pad. then, she looks at you and simply comments, "i see... is that all you think it is? more closet space?"
"y-yes? n-no... no. okay, it's not like we're not back together though..." you begin to explain yourself.
"but you've been sleeping with him the entire time you guys have been broken up?"
you make a face.
your therapist tilts her head and lets out a light sigh.Â
"i'm not judging. you two are adults. you both have needs. you both need each other. you both love each other. i'm just clarifying thatâ"
"okay, yes," you yield. "i have been sleeping with my babydaddy but havenât gotten back together with him... i meanâwe kind of are? to be fair, the break-up wasnât a real break-up... it just grew into one. i take the blame for the dumping because i was the one who pulled away. so inevitably, i can't help but feel like a villain in all of it... am i? am i the villain? zion had this whole thing about what family is like, a home with another kid from his daycare, and it... it made me feel so guilty. jungkook and i talked about it and worked on it... i know he doesn't blame me, but every time i bring myself closer to... what do i even call this? ... forgiving him? forgiving myself? i d-don't know... all i know is that... every time i want to move on and just be happyâwith him. with zion... with my lifeâi can't find it in me. i pull away, and it hurts everyone around us. sometimes, i wonder if they know it hurts me too."
"what does that mean?" she asks, her tone soft and curious. "good job getting that off your chest. you're doing great, ___."
mumbling a 'thank you,' you sigh and shrug your shoulders. honestly, you canât think. your mind goes blank. she then sits up, fixing her posture. leaning forward, she makes her observation.
"___, you broke up with jungkook 9 months ago because of the circumstances. sure, he was supportive and understanding, but sometimes, when everything gets too much, the only person who can fix you is yourself. ___, it was a lot. it was heavy. one thing I've noticed about you is that you think and speak as if everything has to be this big thing. you know your emotions are bigger than the problem, yet you suppress them. it's okay to feel them because when you don't, you start to lose yourself. sometimes, it sounds to me like you want to burn the room down for people to empathize with you... for people to see you. for you to see yourself even."
"i don't want to burn anything downâ"
"it's an analogy," she explains. "the truth is, for you, being burned out isnât a thing until you canât get out of bed. burnout is as simple as not wanting coffee anymore. sometimes, it's losing yourself to stress and anxiety... and people see that. jungkook, your friends, and your parents saw it. you donât have to prove it. ___, you canât keep pushing yourself until you canât run anymore. you have to slow down. you have to let yourself be tired and learn how to rest."
you nod, agreeing with her take. then, you make another confession.
"i understand that," you take a deep breath. "but itâs like⌠before i knew it, i was upset and unfit for our relationship. i screwed up too early. that's why i broke up with him... but now... i donât know. the guilt and blame keep pointing in different directions. i donât know what i'm doing, and i can't do that. i can't not know when it comes to the father of my child and the love of my life."
your therapist purses her lips and offers you a small smile.
"then, ___... is it possible that things are better now? that it's more than his clothes in your home? that the room isnât burning anymore? is it that maybe... finally, youâre realizing that being tired and burnt out is a part of life? ___, youâve done nothing but get everything right since your childhood... to let your feelingsâgood or badâbe true and big isnât a flaw. itâs you being human."
her words hit you, but not enough to stop your insecurities. with shaky eyes, you ask her, "w-what if i do it again?"
"do what again? burnout?"
"what if i fuck up everything about my life again? my career? motherhood? jungkook and iâs relationship? it hurt so bad... to wake up next to my family and not feel anything. it was so fucking hard... i couldnât even pretend that i was okay. a-and when i asked for some air... he wasnât even mad at me. he packed his bags and lost his breath from crying so much. at the door, he asked me if i was sure... and even though i wasnât; i said yes...." you explain, your voice growing quieter with each word.
suddenly, everything feels so heavy.Â
if there was ever a time to understand and relate to the feeling of the world being on your shoulders... this would be that moment. taking a breath, you compose yourself.
"i canât do that again," you vow. "i canât change my mind."
"you canât change your mind again or you canât hurt like that again?"
you pause.
"9 months ago, my mind kept going back and forth whether or not jungkook cared about me," you confess. "but i recently realized he does. he has. he always will... i just donât know if i can trust him the same as before... i think iâm a horrible person for thinking that. weird, right? especially with how fucking horrible i am to him now."
"thatâs not true." your therapist disagrees. "___, it was traumatic. you went through a lotâ"
"âand i will never understand how he held himself together. when he was accused of plagiarism at his company, i took those accusations and sued until jungkookâs name was spotless. it was hard on both of us. he didnât want me to go that far because they were his coworkersâhis âfriendsââbut why... why was he so pathetic then? those people were out to ruin him. they quit the company and went to jyp. they proposed work that belonged to jungkook... it was a conflict of interest! when jungkook launched his work with hybe, jyp accused him of plagiarism. hybe cut ties with him and his company gave him so much shit for losing hybe. and i, his girlfriend and mother of his child, risked my career to focus on his case instead of my clients. i chose him. i did everything to fight for him. then, he told me he wanted to settle and stay at the company... i couldnât believe it... he had his reputation on the lineâhis career! mine was too and all for what? because he didnât want to embarrass his friends? because he didnât want to cause the company more trouble? then, what about me? what about us?"
your therapist looks at you with sincere eyes. she nods, taking your words in.Â
"___, does he know youâre still upset with his decision?"
"yes," you sigh, recalling how betrayed you felt. "w-we donât talk about it. how do we? it felt like i wasted 2 months of my life and we lost ourâwe lost."
your therapist reaches over and offers you the tissue box. you didnât even realize you were crying... but the silence between you two and the ache from the words that you just said begins to sting your chest.
after a few moments, your therapist softly tells you, "___, i donât think you left him because you didnât love him... i think you left because, despite everything, you did. that hurt because it meant loving him and putting him before yourself... on top of that, you were at a state where you should have been put first."
you gulp.
she purses her lips and makes her hit.
"___, do you resent yourself for the loss?"
you clench your fist as your therapist rubs salt into your open wounds. "the self-neglect? the stress? the post-partum depression? the insomiaâ"
"i resent myself for the loss," you admit. "... and i resent jungkook for losing me."
when you arrive home, jungkook is in the kitchen cooking.Â
you didnât expect him to be home. he was supposed to be picking zion up at this time and you were looking forward to some alone time. clearly, you have a lot to think about. as you take off your shoes, jungkook turns his attention to you.
âhi honey,â he smiles brightly.Â
truth be told, he had a long day. he was running late this morning and had rushed out the door. as he drove to work, he got annoyed with himself.Â
he forgot to kiss you before he left.Â
so you can imagine just how excited he is to see you now⌠especially with all he has planned for tonight.Â
âwe had a meeting today and it ended early. it went really well so i have some news! also, i picked zion up right after my meeting. took him out for a little father-and-son afternoon... then, i dropped him off at your parentsââ
âwhy would you do that?â you snap, putting your things away.
jungkook chuckles. âuh, maybe because i wanna ask you something tonightâŚâ
your body stiffens.
âbut weâll get to that later! do you want to eat first? iâm cooking your favoriteââ
âplease stop,â you shut your eyes and take a breath. âjungkook, i had a long day. iâm glad yours was good and you got to bond with zion. i appreciate the effortâi just donât⌠i donât like that you dropped zion off at my parents after picking him up early from daycare. why didnât you just take him home? and thank you for cooking... but i had a late lunch today, so iâm not hungry.â
âis it so bad i want to spend time with you alone?â jungkook asks, his smile fading.Â
jungkook isnât stupid.Â
he knows youâre not in the mood, but he canât help but push your boundaries a little. besides, communication is always good, right? at least, thatâs what heâs been told.Â
âitâs okay if you donât want to eat... as long as you ate today. what did you eat?â he attempts.Â
you move past jungkook as he asks you the question. taking out your phone, you check for any missed messages. jungkookâs eyebrows furrow as you ignore him. he catches your waist and guides you against the kitchen counter. grabbing your phone from your hands, he puts it aside.
âwoah,â he pouts. âwhatâs up? why are you acting like this?â
you look at jungkook and hate yourself. his eyes are so kind and full of love.Â
you know it.Â
you feel it.Â
it hurts so bad.
âwhatâs with the mood?â he asks, more gently this time.Â
jungkook moves his hands from your waist to wrap around you. he nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck and hugs you tightly. âif youâre mad at me about something, thatâs okay... but be angry here. donât ignore me. being angry together is better than not being together at all.â
his plea makes your eyes tear up.
this isnât easy for you either, but to be honest... itâs now or never. tonight, your heart feels especially heavy. you canât blame it. some people say time heals all woundsâperhaps, this is it.Â
this is the time limit.
âcan i tell you my news?â he asks, partly trying to stall the conversation and partly because it was good news.Â
âsure.â
âi got a job offer,â jungkook says. âiâd have to do an informal interview but itâs basically mine if i want it. theyâre setting up a branch in new york. they want me to go there for 3-6 months and help start everything up. guide and mentor the visual director thereââ
âthatâs amazingââ
âi donât want it,â jungkook chuckles. âthey told me to sleep on it and make my decision in a month. until then, they offered me a raise! isnât that great?â
your smile drops.Â
all of the feelings youâve been trying to regulate since you stepped out of your therapist's office today feel like theyâve gone out the window. was he serious? he declined such a big step in his careerâfor a raise?Â
âjungkook,â you croak. âdo you know why we broke up?â
he pulls away.Â
what a fucking switch up. he doesnât understand.Â
for a moment, he doesnât know what to do with his hands. does he reach out to hold yours or keep them by his side? heâs caught off guard. he doesnât know how to answer you and frankly, he fucking hates this question.
âuh, why are you asking meââ
âwhat was the other thing?â you ask, already suspecting it. âare you going to ask me to marry you tonight?â you blurt.Â
he shoves his hand in his pocket.Â
âjungkook, are you asking me to marry you tonight? yes or no?â
he blinks at you.Â
his heart is prepared more than ever; âyes.â
âdonât.â
jungkookâs heart drops.
âdonât because youâre saying no or donât because you want a better proposal?â he attempts to lighten the mood with a smile. he takes his hands out of his pocket and reaches for yours. you donât let him take it. instead, you shake your head.
âdonât because you donât even know why weâre broken up.â
instantly, the tension between you two increases. itâs through the roof, actually. it feels like one wrong word, one wrong move, one wrong recalled memoryâeverything crumbles.
everything fails.
everything faces the end.
â___, i canât answer your question because iâm not prepared to. honestly, i wasnât prepared for the break-up. it just happened. it grew into one. ___, you never said, âjungkook, itâs over. weâre broken up.â ... no. you said, âjungkook... i canât breathe anymore. i need air. i need space from us,â â thatâs what you said. but to hell with that, right? weâve been sleeping together and itâs not like we hate each other. you love me. i know you do... so i really donât understand why you wonât marry me despite knowing the simple truthââ
you move away from him.
god, itâs so hard to be next to him sometimes.Â
heading to the cabinets, you take out a glass and pour yourself some water. drinking it, you hear jungkook sigh and groan in frustration.
âare we really going to fight tonight?â he asks, annoyed.
you shrug and put your water down. âshouldnât we? itâs kind of overdue.â
jungkook scratches the back of his head. his lips tighten and his mind is already dizzy as he asks;
â___, why did you break up with me?â
a beat.
âi wanted more from you.â
he looks at you confused. âthe fuck does that mean? sex?â
you shake your head.
âjungkook, i was moving up with my career. you were constantly annoyed that i was overworking myself and that i only cared about zion. you were always mad at me when i brought up workâespecially about yours. you didnât want more. you refused the promotions and all the different leadership roles. you refused more hoursâyou refused to grow⌠just like now.â
jungkook huffs. âis this about money again? weâve never had issues providing for zion and this lifestyle.â
âagain?â you chuckle. âhoney, it wasnât about the money. at least to me, it wasnât. i love you and would have married you regardless of my career path and yoursââ
âthen why wonât you marry me? you always say you will but you say shit like this. you know it fucks me up, right? this isnât fair. you canât keep changing your mind.â
âitâs not that i donât know what you are to me and what i want,â you take a deep breath. it feels painful to be right. âitâs that marrying you isnât going to make any of this easier. at least, not right now.â
his eyes are filled with hope.Â
hope that maybe the reason is childish and not what he knows it really is. he hopes itâs because he left one too many socks inches away from the laundry hamper in your bedroom. he hopes itâs because you got tired of him always queuing his karaoke songs in the car before yours. he hopes itâs because (not really) you actually took an interest in nam joon or something.
most of all, he hopes itâs not what he knows it is.
âjungkook, we were disagreeing on everything. you thought i was greedy for wanting more for myselfâfor our familyââ
âso itâs about whether or not i accept the job offer? i still have a month to think about it. i canât just leave you and zion. you get that, right? i donât just leave.â jungkook scoffs in disbelief. âand you act like i didnât just get promoted. i accepted it, didnât i? i did so to impress you because i love you. i did it to win you back because i love you.â
âbut why didnât you do it for yourself?â you fuse. âwhy canât you want more for yourself?â
â___, i love youââ
you hiss, taking a step away from him. âstop saying you love me when youââ
âwhen i what?â jungkook steadies his tone. âwhen i made a decision that you didnât like? ___, i made a practical choice back then. what other option did i have?â
âyou chose wrong,â you cry. âis that what youâve been waiting for me to say? jungkook, you chose wrong because you were afraid! it wasnât practical. it was safe. you took the settlement, forgave those friends, and looked stupid while doing it. meanwhile, i risked everything. i fucking fought for you! for what? jungkook, it ruined us.â
jungkook shifts, taking a step closer to you. he runs his hands through his hair and groans.
â___, they have a family too. they fucked up and they apologized. i didnât go through with the lawsuit because regardless if they deserved itâtheir families didnât. their children didnât. for fucks sake, one of them has a daughter zionâs ageââ
a sob escapes your lips.Â
jungkookâs shoulders slump as he lowers his head. you lower yours too, feeling your tears roll down your cheeks.
âjungkook, i love you,â you weakly admit. âi swear to god, i have never loved anyone more in my life than i have ever loved you. youâre the kindest man iâve ever met. you empathize with others and put them before your needs. you chased me around like a fucking dog for the last 9 months, completely disregarding any self-respect. truth be told, you gave me a purpose to live. you made me zionâs mom and the love of your life. in so many ways, i donât deserve you⌠but i also donât deserve this. it feels like even when i can't trust youâi still do. it ruins me, jungkook.â
angry, jungkook disagrees.
âwhat are you fucking talking aboutâno. donât say shit like that.â
âyou kept me together for so long that i donât know how to fall apart if youâre not around. jungkook, i had to fall apart. i was so tired then. i was so unhappy and everything you did to hold me together only angered me. it lit this fire inside of me and i felt like i couldnât touch anything or anyone⌠why couldnât you just be sad with me?â
âyou fell apart before i could even process what happenedââ he recalls, tears threatening his eyes. â___, i was devastated beyond belief. i was sad too. i was afraid too. you donât think i wanted to cry in bed all day with you? i had to get up. i had to take care of zion and iâm sorry if i held onto you tighter than i should haveâbut i had to. there was no other way i couldâve lived if i didnât hold on to you like that. youâre my air. i love you, ___ and in case you didnât know; it hurt me too. losing ourâh-holy fuck. i love you. ___, i love you. please, i love you so muchââ
you sob.
you donât even try to hold yourself together. a heavy cry escapes your lips and jungkook instantly lifts his head and comes to you. he wraps you in his arms as you cry into them.
âi love you,â you whimper. âi donât blame you for itâreally, i donât. b-but why did you stay? i worked so hard and you chose to stay. i stressed myself out and couldnât sleep. i felt so betrayed and i wasnât eatingââ
âi know, i know,â he murmurs, holding back his sobs. âi hate myself for it. it was my faultââ
âdonâtââ
you pull away and hit his chest.Â
your eyes sting from all the crying and your throat feels dry. yet, every fiber inside of you feels like itâs on fire. it feels like youâre burning down the room and all jungkook wants to do is slow dance in it.
âjungkook, when you settled, it took something from us. something beautiful��our secondâour time.â you slow your breathing to gather the courage to say it.Â
to say everything.Â
to say it all and maybe, save it all.
âhoney, i d-destroyed and hurt more than you did... and i know you donât blame me; but am i ever going to stop blaming m-myself?â you sob. âiâm pushed into t-this... corner where itâs all my faultâand it is, you know? if i hadnât stressed myself over your case and just f-focused on making partner at the firmâif i had just i-ignored the f-feeling of the knife you twistedâit was supposed to be this time around.â
jungkookâs heart breaks.
â9 months...â you say, voice trembling.
âdonât say it like that,â jungkook begs. âmy love, i didnât forget.â
thatâs just it.
he hasnât forgotten either.
yet, his body doesnât ache like yours does. as much as your heart wants to forgive and find beauty in this tragedyâyour body hasnât healed. all those months ago, when you focused on jungkookâs case and stressed yourself to the boneâyou made a mistake. you neglected your health to prioritize everything but yourself.
your breath hitches as you recall everything. a part of you feels relieved to have said it all aloud, but inside, it feels like something has burnt upâlike a part of you has died.
you reach for him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. jungkookâs tears spill over, and you gently wipe them away with your thumb.
his body collapses into yours. his sobs wrack his chest as he buries his face in your arms.
jungkook cries for the break-up.
for the hurt thatâs grown between you two.
he blames himself even though deep down he knows itâs not his fault.
the ache in his chest feels unbearable. you tighten your hold on him, bracing yourself for what comes next, but before you can speak, your body gives in.
everything does dizzy and you hold your breath.
suddenly, your knees hit the floor, and you collapse in front of jungkook, the weight of it all too much to bear.
âiâm s-sorry,â you choke out. "i can'tâfuck. i'm so heartbroken, jungkook. i can'tâ"
jungkook drops down beside you, pulling you into him. as you cling to each other, you feel his heart racing, his breath catching in his sobs, mirroring your own. he holds you tighter, as if he could take all your pain into himself. if he could, you know he would.
and somehow, in the midst of this overwhelming pain, you feel the strangest thing.
this has to be the most painful moment in your entire relationship, but itâs also the most healing.
after nine months of distance, you finally grieve together.
the grief overwhelms you two.
after what feels like an eternity, you manage to compose yourself, pulling away from his embrace. meanwhile, jungkook is still crying heavily. you reach up, cupping his face in your hands again, wiping the tears from his swollen eyes. he leans into your touch, his lips pressing softly against the palm of your hand, his breathing slowly calming down. but then, he moves closer, and you know whatâs coming next.
jungkook tries to kiss you.
you push him away gently, your heart breaking all over again.
â... i think you should go home,â you whisper, your voice tired and cracked.
"___, pleaseâ"
"we fought enough tonight. i don't have anything left in me, jungkook... just go."
for a moment, silence hangs in the air, thick with everything left unsaid. there's still more. he swears it. he knows it because his heart races with so many more confessions. so many more things he has to tell you.
like the fact that when you cleared his name, he never felt so loved in his life.
like the fact that when you stressed yourself over him and got upset with his decisionâhe wanted to take everything back.
like the fact that when he let you cry in bed all day over the loss, he cried as he held and fed zion in the living room.
but now is not the time.
now, the hurt aches and he has to let it. he has to let you fall apart. he has to feel this too because if he doesn'tâthen he misses it all. he misses everything and he can't do that.
he needs to know.
he needs to learn.
he needs to love.
jungkook swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. âokay⌠whatever you want.â
you both stand, your movements slow and heavy. you watch as he gathers his belongings, guilt and disappointment twisting in your stomach. at the door, he pauses, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath.
âwhat about me?â
his voice breaks the stillness. you feel your heart sink.
âwhat about you?â you ask softly, though you already know the answer.
â___, i donât want to go,â he pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. âi⌠i canât do this. not again.â
âwhat do you mean?â you force a weak smile. âthis is our first break-up.â
âfor real?â
you let out a sad laugh, though it holds no real humor.
âfor now.â
jungkook takes a second to compose himself.
âiâm gonna pick up zion and have him sleep over at mine... and itâs okay if youâre still full⌠just eat a late dinner,â he murmurs softly, eyes cast downward. then, turning toward the door, he looks back one last time, his voice soft but filled with emotion.
âfor the record, i thought i was home⌠but if air, space, and time is what you need, so be it. just know, i hope iâm it in the end. i hope iâm what you need.â
they say the 3-year itch is when the sand timer runs out. it takes two people to flip it over and restart the clock. at your 3-year itch with jungkook, suddenly your careers were where you two scratched.
then, the plagiarism accusations came along. as horrible as it was, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to show jungkook how much you love him. how much were you willing to do for him, and how much could your career benefit you two? at the peak of all this, you didnât know it.
you were carrying more than just work.
at 5 weeks, 1 week after jungkook settledâtime was up.
jungkook sits in his car, crying and staring at the ring that should be on your finger. he canât help but feel all the sides of it. he shoves it back inside the box and opens the glove compartment. throwing it in, he continues to reflect.Â
was he insensitive? was he so wrong about not wanting to take the job? the proposal was ill-timed, but was he crazy? werenât you two doing better? ⌠were you hurting all by yourself this entire time? of course, he hurt too. he was just grieving differently⌠does that make this his fault? he doesnât know. he doesnât care. in the end, losing something is still losing something.Â
truth be told, itâs no oneâs fault.Â
yet, jungkook hits his steering wheel and continues to sob. he wants to blame something. he needs to. as he searches, his heart screams out;
time.
#jungkook angst#jungkook x yn#jungkook fic#bts angst#jungkook scenario#jungkook dilf#bts scenario#bts imagine#bts parent au#bts fic#jungkook dad au#jungkook exes to lovers#jungkook e2l#jk fic rec
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Baggage l JJK (01)
Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.
But one drunken night changes everything.
In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.
Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burnâreally slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, OC cusses excessively so watch out
Pairing: dad!Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
â Next Chapter (02)
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You know it's New Year's Eve when people flock to Incheon's Chinatown. Some were rushing to buy gifts for their families and friends, while others ate in a fancy restaurant or watched fireworks and the famous lion dance.
As for Jungkook, he knew it was New Year's Eve when he could earn double.Â
"I said I don't want to take a picture!" The loud wail of a little girl could be heard through the vast street of Chinatown. Many shoppers looked at the kid and her father with disdain. The child was crying hard, yet her father simply laughed it off, urging the child to take a picture with Jungkook or, rather, with Ronald McDonald.
Jungkook was wearing the infamous mascot costume of that red-haired clown of McDonald's.
"Come on, Wonyoung-ah. Just one picture, please?" Seokjin, the child's father, batted his eyelashes, acting cute. It worked on his partner Namjoon. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect on Wonyoung.
"No! He's so ugly and scary!" Wonyoung stole a glance at Jungkook. The mascot looked so hideous that Wonyoung couldn't help but throw her ice cream at Jungkook.
"Wonyoung." Namjoon, who had been quiet all this time, grimaced when he saw Jungkook stilledâas if the ice cream that hit his chest also froze his heart.
Namjoon usually tolerated the young girl's brattiness, but seeing that Wonyoung crossed the line and even hurt someone older than her, Namjoon couldn't help but scold his daughter.
"Apologize to him." Namjoon tilted Wonyoung's shoulder, compelling her to face Jungkook, who was still rooted to the ground.
Jungkook had never liked kids. He thought they were annoying and full of shit. What happened today totally embarrassed him. Not to mention, many people witnessed the jarring scene.
"I don't want to! Why don't you listen to me! He's a bad clown! He scares people!" Wonyoung refused to look at the mascot. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't refute the kid's reason. He, too, was aware of how ridiculous he looked. Most of his co-workers went on vacation leave. No one was around to help him apply his Ronald McDonald makeup. He had to do it himself.
Jungkook had no talent when it came to makeup. He had accidentally put on too much white face paintâeven his manager laughed at him. But despite feeling helpless, he still swallowed his pride and went out to entertain customers. It's just for one night. Someone who needed money to survive couldn't be picky with the little opportunity available.
Not everyone was lucky enough to throw away food like it was nothing. Wonyoung was a young heiress; throwing ice cream at Jungkook was considered throwing tantrums and not wasting food. They had money. They could buy people's silence.
That's precisely what happened. Namjoon was hellbent on making his daughter apologize, and after a long time of coaxing, Wonyoung finally (although reluctantly) managed to say she was sorry.
Namjoon apologized on behalf of his child, too. Conversely, Seokjin gave Jungkook some hush money after promising to 'discipline' Wonyoung at home.
Jungkook could only nod, once again forced to swallow his pride and accept the money offered to him. Poor people like him didn't only have fewer opportunities; they had no self-preservation either. He endured long hours of smiling as kids cried seeing his face. The brave ones were a little easy to deal with. They only clung to his legs, asking their guardians to take more pictures with him.
It was already late at night when the last customer bid him goodbye. Jungkook was exhausted; the cold winter wind made his body shiver. He was itching to go home.
"What happened to your costume?" The manager who laughed at Jungkook earlier couldn't laugh anymore, not when he knew it would cost the restaurant money to clean off the stain.
The chocolate ice cream thrown by Wonyoung heavily stained the costume. Jungkook explained what happened. Unfortunately, the manager only shook his head.
"Nope, that can't be. It's your fault you didn't dodge. I'm gonna have to deduct the laundry fee from your salary."
Jungkook's hands balled into fists when he heard about the salary deduction. There was ringing in his ears, and as if that wasn't cruel enough, the manager added, "I'm not going to double your payment this day. Half of it goes to dry cleaning."
The strong urge to grab the manager's collar and slam him on the wall made Jungkook's hands twitch. Who even dry-cleans a fucking mascot costume? A whirlpool of profanities at the bottom of his heart threatened to swallow him whole. Jungkook wished he could just disappear from this world.
Logic sided with him in the end, though. Jungkook needed a job. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to because if he did, where would that leave those people to whom he owed money? He couldn't escape his responsibilities. Yes, it would be satisfying to smack the hell out of his manager, but after all that gratifying feeling came the consequences: he would lose his only source of income, face a civil case, and be forced to look for a new job.
The last one was the hardest thing to do. No one would want to hire someone like Jungkook. He was a failure, and almost all business industries knew about it.
For the third time tonight, Jungkook swallowed his pride. He held the crook of his manager's elbow and beamed, "Manager Bang, have mercy on your poor employee, would you? You promised to pay me double today."
Jungkook struggled to steady his voice. He swore he never cried, not even when losing millions of assets. But things were different now. Back then, he lost everything because of his own decisions. But today's case was different. He didn't ask any of this. He didn't ask that stupid brat to throw ice cream on him. None of these was his choice...because sadly, he only had one choice:
It was to beg.Â
"Please? I-I need money. I need to..." Jungkook choked on his bitter spit. He shook his head. Never mind his needs, never mind his reason. It wasn't like others cared. He could only compromise, "What if I wash the costume instead? You don't have to pay at all."
Jungkook was so passionate about his proposal. He kept spouting nonsense. It was a pity, really. Even his manager couldn't bear looking at his face. It was such a cringe-worthy juxtaposition to see a happy clown almost crying.
"Okay, fine!" The manager cut Jungkook off. He had never seen someone desperately beg for money. It made him uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want. Just get out of my sight."
The manager shuddered again, but Jungkook smiled, almost kowtowing as he received his compensation.
"Thank you, Manager Bang!" Jungkook smiled at his manager before finally leaving the food chain. He didn't change his outfit, realizing that things were better off like this. It was winter, and he had no money to buy coats and boots. He had to make do with this clown costume.
With little compensation in hand, Jungkook walked around Chinatown, spending his transportation fee on food instead.
It was New Year's Eve, after all. He felt like he at least deserved to eat something delicious. Jungkook originally wanted to buy crabs but could only afford five sticks of chicken skewers and a bottle of the cheapest soju.Â
Jungkook had low alcohol tolerance. It had been many years since he last drank, and the consequences of that night had been awfulâso awful he decided to never drink again.
Tonight was the only night he'd break his promise. It was New Year's Eve. He had no one by his side; he could only rely on alcohol to give him warmth.
As expected, Jungkook's vision doubled after just a few sips of soju. He couldn't stop drinking, though. The alcohol burned his throat and stomach, but it was nothing compared to his bitterness as he looked at the building before him.
The Bighit building.Â
Out of hundreds of restaurants and food stalls in Incheon, Jungkook had no idea why he chose to dine in a place where he would have a clear view of Bighit. He did so well trying to avoid going to this part of the city for years, so what changed tonight? Was the embarrassment he experienced earlier not enough?
Did he need to be reminded of the pain and humiliation he went through at the Bighit back then?
Or was it because he missed someone?  Â
Jungkook's heart throbbed just thinking about that someone. It had been long since they last saw each other. Things had changed already. Take Bighit as an example. It was called HYBE now.
Some people left, including him. But some things never changed. The building was still as magnificent as ever.
Jungkook felt nostalgic. He couldn't stop himself from walking toward HYBE. Years ago, he could go in and out of this building as he pleased.
Everyone would bow down and smile at him. What a pity that he could only stare at the façade of this company now.
Jungkook wasn't the same man years ago, but the alcohol clouded his mind. He felt as if nothing had changed. He thought he could stand outside the building, smiling like an idiot as he waved at an angry girl leaning against her car, a frown decorating her lips while rolling her eyes.
Jungkook smiled despite himself. How shameless of him to think about that girl? To think that he could drink alcohol and pretend like he could turn back time?
Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He would do anything to see that girl roll her eyes again, to hear her scream one more time.
Jungkook laughed bitterly.
He missed the girl.
The snowflakes fell, followed by tears falling from his eyes. The tears he thought had frozen over time.
And then he heard the sound of the fireworks before seeing it illuminate the dark sky.
It's New Year.
He heard the sound of her voice before seeing her face-to-face.
"Jungkook."
The fireworks enveloped his ears, but it was nothing compared to his loud heartbeat.
Jungkook looked at the person who had just uttered his name.
Did time really freeze? Was this some kind of New Year miracle?
Or was the alcohol still messing with his brain, making him believe that he was still the Jungkook from the past? The Jungkook could see the girl, also known as you, any time he wanted.
Jungkook blinked, chuckling.
It was absurd.
How drunk was he to see your car again parked in front of Bighit?
Jungkook was drunk, but the image in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.
You were really here to pick Jungkook up.
Just like before.
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NEW JJK ONESHOT HERE
â Next Chapter (02)
This fic is originally a soukoku fic which I'm posting/revamping as a JJK one (I don't know, man. I feel like I have to change the characters to eradicate my writer's block. This fic has been on hiatus for many years. This will probably have 8 chapters in total. (I've written 4/8 already, so stay tuned!) This is also for those few readers who never fail to message me, asking if I will be writing more JJK fics. Here you go, I guess? Hehehe
I appreciate COMMENTS the most <33 I love you, guys. Thanks for reading.
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slipping through my fingers [4] (myg)
title: and the hits keep coming 2.0
pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut summary: just when you thought yoongi couldn't surprise you anymore, it happens again. warnings: [other parts should be read before this one] a lot more feelings of insecurity and sad vibes, yoongi stepping over oc's boundaries, oc being disrespected yet again (nothing new nothing changed same old shit same old fucking shit)
You were tempted to ignore him, but with Nao involved, you couldnât avoid dealing with him.
âYou should go eat. I can just talk to him for youâŚ?â Taehyung suggests as he watches you contemplate your next move.
That would be great help to you. While you couldnât afford to avoid him forever, maybe a few days wouldnât hurt. So, with an overwhelming and shaky sigh, you passed the phone to him.
He hurriedly motions for you to leave the room. And you reluctantly do so.
Taehyung scrunches his nose and shuts the door in your face.
Fighting the urge to hold a glass against the door, you forced yourself to wait in the kitchen till he was done.
On the other side of the door, Taehyung angrily exhales, taking his own sweet time to answer your phone. Then the call drops.
Not even a second later, the loud ringtone fills the room once again. It reeks of desperation.
âHello?â
No response.
He tries again, âHello?â
ââŚTaehyung?â
âYeah, itâs me.â
After another pause, the voice scoffs, âFigures.â
A bit taken aback, Taehyung bit his tongue, âWhat do you want?â
Taehyung hears nothing back. âYoongi? Whyâd you call?â
âI called _____, not you.â
âWell, she canât talk now.â
Now it was Yoongiâs turn to bite back. âThis has nothing to do with you, Tae. I just need to talk to her.â
âYou canât. You have me instead. What more do you have to say?â
Thereâs yet another long pause.
âHow is she?â
Taehyung almost laughs in disbelief, âYou canât be serious. How do you think, Yoongi? Is the future Mrs. Min okay with you asking about your ex?â Â
âCareful, Taehyung-â
âDoes everyone else know already?â Â
âOf course not, I went straight to _____âs. And nobody can know about it either. Weâre not ready. I justâŚâ
Taehyung grew more confused the longer Yoongi took to speak.
âI need to talk to her, Taehyung. I really⌠I messed up.â
âDid something more happen?â
Another pause.
âNo. I just had to check in⌠Can I come by tomorrow? I still need to drop Mimi off.â
âUh⌠right, about that. ListenâŚâ Taehyung thinks for a second, âI think, maybe itâd be better if you just let her breathe for a moment. And Iâll come get Naomi.â
Another pause.
âDid she ask for that?â
Taehyung had half a mind to lie about it but he refrained, deciding that the truth would hurt him more. âYou know sheâd never. Sheâs too⌠stupid-â Stupidly in love with you. â-and you need to stop taking advantage of her; you need to hold back, Yoongi. You canât go running to her for everything anymore.â
Yoongi knew he was in the wrong, but was annoyed that Taehyung was the one to tell him that.
Still a little in denial, he childishly spits, âFine, bye. Get here before 7.â
Taehyung wanted to retaliate but he was immediately met with a little digital sound indicating that Yoongi had hung up on him.
A little bemused, Taehyung pulls your purple Samsung away from his ear and stares at it--- âSo fucking typical.â
As Taehyung steps out of your room, he almost bulldozes you down.
âJesus, _____.â Frowning, he asks, âWere you eavesdropping?â
You shook your head and wordlessly waved a jar of tiramisu in front of his nose.
Taehyung eyes you suspiciously, âIâm going to pick Naomi up tomorrow.â
When he says that, your face visibly drops. You didnât actually expect Yoongi to pull away so fast. Was his girlfriend already keeping him from you now? You almost wanted to smack yourself in the head for thinking like you owned him.
Taehyung debates on whether he should elaborate or wait to see if you ask about it.
But you just gently and nonchalantly nod, âRight, of course. Thatâs okay. Please bring her here by 7.â
âHe didnât ask for this!â Taehyung blurts.
Your expression doesnât change.
A little intimidated, he looked straight at his feet and explained, âI offered to pick her up. But Yoongi called because he wanted to talk to you. I just told him that I thought it was a bad idea.â
When he doesnât hear you react, he slowly looks up at you, suddenly feeling miniscule. And he swore he could see steam coming out of your ears.
Taking a deep breath, you stare into his eyes, âYou need to stop overstepping. Youâve done it once already. You need to stop.â
He almost felt the heat radiating from you. Â
Almost as if he didnât actually expect you to react so negatively, he asks, â_____... Youâre really mad about this?â
You slam your jar on the coffee table and storm off into the kitchen.
âThe first time you meddled, Yoongi left me. The second time, he happened to meet his future wife. Whatâs it going to be now?â
Taehyung was stunned, âAre you kidding me? Are you just mad that Iâm looking out for you in ways you yourself wouldnât or do you really believe that?â
âI donât know. Maybe you planned it all,â you glare at him accusingly.
Too stunned to digest what you accused him of, his eyes just widened in bewilderment. â_____. I- Planned what, _____?â
You tip your head forward in mockery, âPlanned what? Take a guess.â
The room fills with silence once more.
Taehyung shook his head, âIâm going to ignore all of that. And fine, Iâll ask him to call you back then.â
âNo!â â âNo?â He parrots.
âI donât want him to call me.â You almost whine. You donât even know what you truly want. (Actually, you do.)
âOkay.â Taehyung nodded reassuringly, his hands grasping at your elbows, âHe wonât. Iâll bring Naomi back tomorrow. Okay?â But you shook your head obstinately, âNo, I want her back now.â
âRight now?â - âNow.â
â_____...â He looked at the grandfather clock on your wall.
Cringing a little, Taehyung attempts to reason with you, â_____, itâs Yoongiâs turn to have her.â
âYeah, thatâs a spoken agreement, not a written and notarized thing. He canât stop me from wanting to spend time with my daughter.â Youâre sure this is evil _____ speaking and itâs as if you canât control her. Â
Taehyung nervously cracks his knuckles. He doesnât have a counter argument. You are Naomiâs mother and arguably the primary caretaker after all. He figures he owes you this.
âSo, will you get her back for me?â You werenât really giving him an option.
Taehyung knew your word was final. Either way, he wouldnât police you on being a mother. âLet me give Yoongi a call, okay?â
âYou do that. Iâll make you something to eat before you go!â You smile sweetly.
Not quite sure of your strategy here, all you knew was that you wanted your daughter with you. It was your way of gaining some control back in your life. You donât have it in you to think of whether or not this was ethical or right. You just did not want to spiral.
From the kitchen, you could faintly hear Taehyung on the phone.
You take note of his assertiveness and slap some extra mortadella on his sandwich. He deserved it for putting up with you. You couldnât think of anyone else whoâd still be with you and handle your mood swings.
Was that normal or just sad? You do not want to think.
In your mind, you were satisfied in life. Sometimes you regret bringing up marriage with Yoongi. Maybe if you hadnât forced the idea on him, you couldâve been in Hyejinâs place now.
The fact that youâre even in this position is ridiculous. Sooner or later youâd have to face⌠everything. The reason theyâre getting married and you arenât. The fact that they might have Nao be a part of their wedding and youâd just have to smile and nod, that Nao may have another parental figure, that you wonât be Yoongiâs bride or a bride at all, ever, and that maybe youâve lost Yoongiâs companionship forever.
You had to step out for a bit.
Right at that moment, Taehyung emerges from the living room into the kitchen.
Sighing, he starts, âSo, he agreed. He wants to know if everythingâs okay. Of course, I know it isnât but I told him he had nothing to worry about. And he didnât buy it.â â
You push the little ceramic plate towards him, âEat your sandwich.â
Taking a large bite out of it, Taehyung thanks you and adds, â--- by the way, your food is on the dining table, I didnât actually give it away, you know?â
âI saw it,â you confirmed, âJusâ not hungry.â
Quickly changing the topic back to Nao, you ask, âSo, can Nao be back now orâŚ?â
âYeah. Hereâs the thingâŚâ He stalled. âNaoâs coming now.â
A gulp. You think heâs swallowing his food.
âYoongiâs coming with.â
âWhy do you always bring me bad news?â is what you wanted to ask. Instead, you squeak out a âWhen?â
âTwenty minutes? Told me Nao was already dolled up or something.â He finishes his sandwich and washes the plate.
In a soothing tone, Taehyung proposes, âWhy donât you head down to the pâtisserie? Iâll receive them. You donât have to worry about seeing him, okay?â
You appreciated his offer but chose to decline it, âNo. Itâs okay. I need to tidy up anyway,â â â_____, Iâll do it for you. I know how you like it. Go take a walk or grab a sweet treat or something, yes?â
âNo, itâll take too long for you to do it by yourself. You can help me though. Just do my bed, please?â Youâre already walking off.
Taehyung follows you into your room but doesnât have a chance to stop you, youâre already stripping down and into your âserious cleaningâ clothes. Itâs just an old dress and rubber gloves.
Sometimes, Taehyung mourns what you and Yoongi could have been. Youâre perfect for each other. The two of you just needed to work on your communication a little. Heâs thinking about how much of you Yoongiâs missing out on and canât help but scoff. In pop culture terms, he really fumbled you.
Suddenly you gasp, âDid you watch me change?â Aimed at the man.
âNo!â Vehemently shaking his head, he repeats, âNot intentionally! I was zoned out!â
âWow, calm down, I donât mind, you know that.â You smile sweetly once again.
Grabbing a pillow, he sighs. Sometimes, he thinks you toy with him on purpose. He really canât tell.
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Forty minutes go by yet there has been no sign of Nao or Yoongi. No calls or messages, no updates whatsoever.
You ought to get Nao a little phone for herself. How had you not thought of this before? Itâll probably be a lot more useful now.
You were nervously readjusting the doilies in a circle over and over again when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Taehyungâs resting figure suddenly snapped upright, âIâll get it.â
However, you were closer to the door and got to it before he could take two steps.
When you open the door, you wished Taehyung wouldâve beaten you to it. You wish you had taken that walk or chosen to buy yourself a sweet drink; because you couldnât even have guessed what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
Nothing could have prepared you to see your ex-boyfriend with his current girlfriend and your daughter. Together. All of them. Holding hands. In front of you for the very first time. All of them.
While Yoongi had the decency of looking literally anywhere but in your eyes, you couldnât say the same about his girlfriend. FiancĂŠe.
Hyejin, placed between your daughter and your ex, exhaled a dreamy smile. âI hope you donât mind me intruding, _____! Nao-chan wanted to show you our matching hairstyle!â
Bewildered and wordless, all you could do was smile and nod. You mechanically turn your head to look at Nao, who sported a baby pink lock of hair amongst her regular, natural hair identical to Hyejinâs.
You nodded and stepped aside, briefly bumping into Taehyung who looked just as uncomfortable as Yoongi, making space for the lovely family to step into your home. Your eyes were glued to your feet.
Just like always, before you take a drastic step, your daughter grounds you as she runs to you and clings to your lower half. Although, the pink strands of hair brushing against you almost make you lose it all. Almost.
Following which Taehyung breaks the tension by awkwardly, yet warmly greeting the pair, taking a load off of you.
You needed to lie down.
âË.đ§ âŠď˝Ą how to disappear completely by radiohead âË.đ§ âŠď˝Ą
note: sorry! it probably gets better! i think this one has a few edits pending but i couldn't waitttt
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BTS FIC RECS
a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs â
KIM SEOKJIN
TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut
After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until heâs thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team heâd always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him â you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?
WITH YOU - @yoonpobs
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent
marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
UNTITLED - @eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent
"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 𼚠it's freaking cuteeee omg jade đđ *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 𼚠thank you â¤ď¸â¤ď¸"
LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my favesđ*
MIN YOONGI
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers
long term couple masterlist
NO MORE - @gyukult
series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship
yoongi doesnât like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who canât come to terms with the consequences of when he says âno more.â
VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw
series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship
Youâve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and heâs never once retaliated for anything youâve done to him. One day you realise youâve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.
CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au
Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.
BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au
welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?
THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
the proposal doesnât go as planned
BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs
series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers
sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?
VEGAS BABY - @chimivx
series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au
A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }
JUNG HOSEOK
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, parent
Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesnât include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?
AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim
oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au
Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...
KIM NAMJOON
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
UNTITLED - @/eoieopda
drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au
dad!joon
ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon
drabble, angst, est relationship
Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.
ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess
oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship
you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.
PARK JIMIN
ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey
oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au
When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know thatâs your rock bottom. How many Iâm sorryâs will you handle? How many times are too many times?
MASK ON - @herherteartear
series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au
blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
KIM TAEHYUNG
MINI ME - @bts-reveries
series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au
Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?
WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk
oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers
"Heâs been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, heâd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channelâ even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."
ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school
All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope
oneshot, angst, idol au
"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"
JEON JUNGKOOK
UNTITLED - @onlyswan
oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au
in which you make jungkookâs world spin and you tend to⌠make him a little too dizzy.
ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts
oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au
You donât want to brag but you have the worldâs greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. Thereâs even a little note, â Have a good day at work, Baby! <3â. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.
17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates
oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au
one second, youâre sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? youâre a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out whatâs the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.
HOME - @bonny-kookoo
oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au
Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didnât quite have the rights to the words heâd put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.
LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches
series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au
long term couple masterlist
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âłÂ you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.
â jungkook x reader â fluff | smut | teacher!au | single parent!au | e2l â 20.3k [1/1]
ââ our kids are bitter rivals and the only time we ever meet is when weâre both called to the principalâs office and whatever maybe i think youâre kind of cute but your kidâs a monster and ALSO someone keeps buying the last everything bagel at my favorite coffee shop 2 minutes before i get there in the morning and has heard about my plight and has started leaving me bragging notes about it ââ
notes:Â fic number two in the serendipity series is here at last!!! this took me like a million and a half years to finish because Real Life happened but here we finally are! also, i changed the type of bagel that the story is centered around, because i honestly didnât come to like everything bagels until relatively recently and i will still only eat it if itâs part of a bagel sandwich because? just having cream cheese or whatever on an everything bagel feels kind of unhinged to me! but thatâs neither here nor there and no one is here for my bagel opinions so! hope you enjoy the story!!! đ
â˘Â series masterlist. | inspired by this post.
warnings: dilf!jk, some kissing and hand stuff, â¨sexual tension⨠but nothing too terribly explicit tbh
Silence has never sounded louder.Â
You drum your fingers against the armrest of your chair, nails clacking against the cheap plastic. On the wall, the second hand of the clock completes yet another revolution, and you glance over when your companion sighs, plucks off her reading glasses, and sets them down on the desk beside the placard that houses her title: Principal Pamela Baker, Hybe Academy.Â
A woman nearing her fifties, Pam has sandy blonde hair cut into a neat bob and an enviable ability to pull off any lipstick color, no matter how bold. Youâre lucky enough to call her both a friend and a mentor, and when she mutters a curse under her breath, you chuckle. âLate again,â she huffs, offering you a wry smile before leaning back in her seat and casting her gaze skyward. âTypical.â
âYou know what these corporate types are like, Pam,â you reply, rolling your eyes. âThey have zero regard for anyone elseâs time. He was twenty minutes late to our parent-teacher conference last semester, so donât take it personally.â
âBelieve me, I know plenty of men like Jungkook Jeon,â Pam says with another sigh, this one heavier and longer than the last. âI even married one, you know. But that was before I came to my senses and divorced his ass. Best decision of my life, right after getting my tubes tied.â
âThree kids was enough for you?â you tease, and Pam snorts out a laugh.Â
âMore than enough,â she replies. âWhat about you, though? Thinking of having another kid anytime soon?â
âI donât think so⌠well, not anytime soon, at least. Ask me again inââÂ
The sound of a doorknob turning stops you in your tracks, and a moment later, the door to the office swings open with a dull click.Â
âPrincipal Baker. Miss {L/N}.â Jungkook Jeon is standing at the threshold in a wool coat the color of charcoal, the buttons of which are undone to reveal the undoubtedly designer suit underneath. His dark hair is parted neatly across his forehead, still sprinkled with lingering snowflakes from his journey here, and you bite back the urge to remark on his tardiness. Instead, you stand when your boss stands up, mustering up every ounce of professionalism you possibly can.
âMr. Jeon,â Pam says, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing to the empty chair beside you. âItâs nice to see you again. Please, take a seat.â
You incline your head in Jungkookâs direction as he lowers himself into the plastic chair, the legs scraping against the tiled floor in protest as he adjusts his position. âHello, Mr. Jeon. Thank you for finally joining us.â
If Jungkook notices the snarky inflection of your tone, he doesnât let it show. He merely levels you with a cool gaze, blinking lazily before turning to your boss. âExcuse my tardiness,â he says, smoothing down the lapels of his black jacket and straightening his slate blue tie. âI got here as fast as I could. Where is my daughter?â
Pam gestures toward the door. âDaeun is down the hall in the library, under Mr. Kimâs supervision. I thought it best if we spoke without the children first.â
The dark-haired man hums. âWhat happened, Principal? You were rather vague on the phone.â
Pam nods, and you exchange looks before she turns her attention back to Jungkook. âYes, well, as I explained on the phone, there was an incident. Daeun forcefully took her classmateâs book during the free reading period, and refused to return it when asked.â
At that, Jungkook casts you another glance. âI see. And I presume the classmate was Miss {L/N}âs daughter?â
âIt was,â you confirm, taking care to keep your tone even despite the irritation simmering in your belly. âThis is the second time Trixieâs been targeted by your daughter, Mr. Jeon. Do you think thatâs a coincidence?â
Jungkookâs eyes narrow, his lips twisting into a displeased frown. âI'm not sure I like what youâre implying, Miss {L/N}.â
The iciness in his voice is unmistakable, but you have fifteen minutesâ worth of annoyance festering in your bellyâannoyance that has amplified with every second that he made you wait. That, combined with his behavior last semester is enough to stir that annoyance into full-blown anger. Heâs been short with you every time youâve called to talk about his daughterâs progress in class, and you very nearly canceled his eight oâclock appointment to meet with you during Decemberâs parent-teacher conferences. You remember pulling up his contact information nineteen minutes after eight, thumb hovering over the call button on your phone when he finally burst into your classroom. No preamble, and no apology. He just sat down, as if nothing was amiss, and began asking about Daeunâs grades in math.
Itâs no wonder youâve never heard so much as a word about a Mrs. Jeon. The nosy part of your brain wonders about Jungkookâs home life on occasion, and the more vindictive part relishes in the fact that heâs no doubt a single parent. Any woman would have to be a saint to put up with Jungkook Jeon, you reason, because as far as youâre concerned, heâs the devil.Â
The devil dressed in head-to-toe Armani, who is currently fixing you with a look that could temper steel.Â
âMr. Jeon.â Pam, as always, is quick to diffuse the sudden tension thatâs settled over her office. âNo one is implying anything here. We just want to have a frank, civil discussion about Daeunâs behavior, and see if you can think of anything that may be causing her to act out. A recent change in her life, perhaps? Something new that she hasnât quite adjusted to yet?â
You take a deep breath, releasing it through your nose before putting your professional mask back on. âHer shift in behavior was extremely sudden,â you chime in, watching out of the corner of your eye as Pam inclines her head in agreement. âLaughing when Trixie and another classmate slipped and fell on the ice, and now this? I donât believe for a minute that this change came out of nowhereâsomething must have caused it. Daeun is a smart girl, Mr. Jeon. Sheâs outgoing and a little rambunctious, but sheâs always been kind to her classmates in the past. Todayâs behavior was incredibly out of character for her.â
A beat of silence passes, as your words fade into silence. Then Jungkook shifts in his seat, crossing one leg over the other as he turns his full attention to you. âWe keep talking about Daeun as if she was the only child involved in this incident, Miss {L/N}. Why donât we talk about your daughter instead? Trixie, is it?â
And just like that, your mask begins to splinter at the edges. âTrixie was reading quietly at the table when Daeun approached her,â you reply coolly. âShe didnât instigate anything, Mr. Jeon.â
âOh, and Iâm supposed to take your word for it?â Jungkook huffs out a humorless chuckle, leaning back in his seat. âI think you, of all people, might be a little bit biased.â
Fury flares in your belly, hot and bright. âI am a professional, Mr. Jeon,â you manage between clenched teeth. âI care about all of my students equally, and treat them as such. But I donât expect you to understand that.â
Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, but your boss stops him before he can utter a single syllable. âI think thatâs enough for today,â Pam says, rising to her feet and stepping around her desk to shake Jungkookâs hand. Even in heels, she only comes up to his chest, and you would have laughed at the height disparity if it werenât for the rage still bubbling through your veins. âLike I said before, the girls are just down the hall with Mr. Kim. If youâll follow meâŚâ
Pam ushers Jungkook out of the office, chattering mindlessly about the cafeteria renovations that are underwayâfunded in large part by Jungkook himself, youâre certain. As much as youâve grown to dislike the man, you know that he cares deeply about education and donates a rather large sum to your school every year. Trailing after them by a few paces, you listen as Pam points out a row of plaques hanging on the wall, honoring distinguished students and teachers alike.
The library, when you reach it, is empty save for three figures seated at one of several rectangular tables that occupy the middle of the room. Taehyung Kim, the copper-haired librarian, springs out of his seat upon your arrival, and you wave tiredly as he approaches with a warm, affable grin.Â
âWelcome!â Taehyung says, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses before extending a hand for Jungkook to shake. âYou must be Daeunâs dad. Iâm Taehyung Kim, the librarian here at Hybe.âÂ
âJungkook Jeon.â Then Jungkookâs gaze flits past him to where the two children are seated opposite one another. Daeun is a slender, petite girl with dark hair braided neatly down her back and round, brown eyes that are narrowed in concentration as she colors in a picture of a lion. Quietly, Jungkook strides over to his daughter, kneeling down beside her chair until heâs eye-level. âHey, Daeun,â you hear him murmur. âWhat happened today, hmm?â
You, meanwhile, join your own daughter at the table, sitting down in the chair Taehyung abandoned and taking in the paper and coloring utensils scattered across the surface âHey, jitterbug,â you murmur. âWere you nice to Mr. Kim while I was gone?â
âTae read us a book about butterflies,â Trixie replies, shrugging her little shoulders. âHe taught us about migration.â
You chuckle. âMigration, huh? That sounds interesting. You want to tell me all about it on the drive home?â
Trixie nods, her pigtails bobbing in time with the movement. Then she glances over to where Jungkook is instructing Daeun to pack up her backpack, tucking books and notebooks neatly inside while Daeun collects her crayons and puts them into a sparkly little pink case. âAre we going home now?â
âSoon, bug,â you promise. âI just have to finish up with Mr. Jeon and Principal Baker, okay?â
âOkay,â Trixie says agreeably, returning to her drawing. Pam gestures for you to join her and Jungkook near the library doors, and you meet Taehyungâs gaze as you brush past where heâs pulling a few books down for a display. Good luck, he mouths, and you suppress the urge to make a face. Instead, you mouth a quick thanks back, offering Daeun a quick smile as well before joining her father and your boss at the door.Â
âMr. Jeon,â Pam says, casting a surreptitious glance toward Daeun and Trixie before lowering her voice. âI donât think you should ignore this behavior from your daughter. If thereâs something in her home life that is making her act out, I can recommend a few counselors who would be more than happy to speak with the two of yââ
Jungkook shakes his head, a lock of dark hair coming loose from whatever gel heâs used to style it. âWith all due respect, Principal Baker, I donât appreciate my parenting abilities being called into question. I think itâs probably best if Daeun and I take our leave.â
Pam sighs. âMr. Jeon, I donât mean to offend. But Daeun did take a book out of Trixieâs hands.â
âAnd Iâll be sure to discipline her for that,â Jungkook replies. âBut if this is all over a book, Principal, I think the solution is simple. I can easily buy her whatever book she needs.â
âIâm not so sure itâs about the book itself,â you point out. âTaeâI mean, Mr. Kimâhas multiple copies of Charlotteâs Web available for the students.â
Jungkook hums and turns up the collar of his wool coat, pulling it snug around his throat. âNonetheless, I think weâre done here. Daeun, weâre leaving.â
The six-year-old looks up from the book Taehyung has checked out for her and immediately runs over to grab her fatherâs extended hand. âAre we going home?â she asks quietly, and he nods.Â
âYeah, we are, sweetheart. Come on. Say bye to your teachers.â
Obediently, Daeun waves to you and Taehyung before bidding Pam goodbye as well. Jungkook offers you a stiff nod, and Pam resignedly offers to walk the duo out. They depart together, and you watch as they disappear around the corner of the hall before turning to Taehyung with a heavy sigh. Trixie is still engrossed in her coloring, and you lower your voice as you join Taehyung where heâs begun re-shelving books from a cart of returns.Â
âThank god thatâs finally over,â you murmur.
Taehyung glances both ways, ensuring the coast is clear. âYeah. That Jungkook guy is a total wang.â
///
By the time you pull out of Hybe Academyâs parking lot, rush hour has well and truly begun. Silently, you curse Jungkookâs tardiness as you merge onto the main road and almost immediately come to a complete standstill amongst the traffic. Glancing back in the rearview mirror, you take in the sight of your daughter, buckled neatly into the backseat with her face pressed against the window.
âWhat color are we looking for today, bug?â
âRed,â she replies, her nose scrunching against the glass. Every day, your daughter picks a color and counts the number of cars she sees in that particular shade. Sheâs taken to keeping a running tally on the refrigeratorâworking toward the answer to a research question that only she understands. Her work is accompanied by a variety of figures and diagrams as well, which sheâs plastered across the remainder of the refrigerator door and are slowly encroaching on the freezer door as well. Youâre pretty sure sheâll need a larger surface soon enoughâthe wall of the hallway leading to the bedrooms would probably sufficeâbut until then, you have no plans to interfere with her creativity. If anything, you sometimes wish you could see the world through a childâs eyes againâto view every new experience as an adventure, and delight in the simple things. Itâs one of the many reasons you love working at Hybe, even if you do have to deal with the occasional entitled parent.
Unwillingly, your mind wanders back to Jungkook Jeon. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive, even if youâre reluctant to admit it and refuse outright to say it aloud. Heâs blessed with the kind of face that angels could rhapsodize aboutâhis dark, expressive eyes set above a strong nose and an enticing mouth. His jawline is sharp as a knife, and youâre fairly certain the devil himself sculpted his thighs. Even beneath the drape of his expensive suits, you can see the definition of his musculature as clearly as if he wasnât wearing anything at all. You wonderâmore often than youâd like to admitâhow his workplace hasnât deemed his suits obscene. Maybe he needs a dress code, you think to yourself, easing off the brake as the cars in front of you begin to inch forward. Baggy clothes only from this point forward. The more skin covered, the better.Â
âOooh! Found one!â Trixie exclaims, tapping the glass vigorously. âAnd look, thereâs another. Itâs a darker red, though.â
You hum and nod toward the traffic up ahead, where you can glimpse the corner of a cherry red bumper. âWhat about that one up there? That makes three, right?â
In the mirror, you see your daughter nod. A few minutes pass, the two of you calling out when another red car is spotted, and traffic eventually eases up enough that you can continue your way home.Â
âSo, what did Mr. Kim teach you about butterflies?â you query as you make a right turn. âSomething about migration?âÂ
Trixie nods absently, still fixated on the cars driving by in the opposite lane. âYeah. They go south for the winter to stay warm.â
You glance at her reflection in the mirror again. âMust be nice.â
âYeah.â
Up ahead, the light turns green. You hit the gas, debating whether to bring up Daeun or not, but your daughter speaks again before you can dwell on it any further.Â
âItâs weird,â Trixie says, her face still pressed against the window and her breath misting the glass. âDaeun was never mean to me before. We werenât friends, not really. But now it feels like sheâs picking on me on purpose and I donât know why.âÂ
Something in your chest splinters at the tone of her voiceâsubdued and small. Sheâs dragging a finger through the fogged up glass now, tracing the crooked outline of a butterfly, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking again.
âWeâll figure it out together, then, jitterbug. Now, why donât you start thinking about what you want for dinner?â
///
Mornings are always a little chaotic in your home. Trixie is sprinting around the entirety of the two-bedroom apartment looking for her favorite scrunchie, a half-eaten piece of toast clutched in one hand and her backpack swinging from the other. In the kitchen, youâre going through a mental checklist of all the places your daughter could have possibly left the accessory while sipping on your morning coffee. The mug nearly slips from your hand when your pet cat, Taco, slinks past your legs on her way to her food bowl, and you hiss out a sharp curse.
âFuck!â Hot liquid dribbles down your knuckles. The calico cat gives you an unimpressed look, and you glance both ways to make sure Trixie is out of earshot before wagging a reprimanding finger. âManners, Taco. Youâre better than this.â
Taco merely flicks her tail and turns back to her own breakfast, rebelliously batting her water bowl with a paw before settling down to eat. Sighing, you finish the remainder of your coffee and rinse out the mug, listening as Trixie darts in and begins rummaging through the silverware drawer.Â
âBug, I donât think your scrunchieâs in there,â you remark, earning yourself a shrug in response.
âCanât be too careful,â she says in a startlingly accurate impression of you, and you canât decide whether to laugh out loud or roll your eyes. Coming up empty, your daughter runs off again, and you return your attention to your bag, rifling through the folders and assignments within. âAha!â you hear in the distance, and smile. Trixie comes bounding down the hall a few seconds later with a sparkly holographic scrunchie in hand, and you obligingly help her wind it around her ponytail as she wriggles in place with excitement.
âReady to go?â you ask once finished, and she nods eagerly. âHave all your homework?â Another nod. âWhat about those books you have to return to Mr. Kim at the library?â
Trixie heaves a dramatic sigh and fixes you with a look. âYes, Mom. Can we go now?â
You chuckle and extend your hand for her to take, heaving your bag onto your opposite shoulder. âAll right, all right. Letâs go.â
Locking the front door, you and Trixie take the elevator down to the ground floor of the building and exit out into the wintry air. Your car is parked on a nearby side street, and immediately, you see that the windshield is coated in a light layer of frost. Sighing inwardly, you head toward the trunk where you store the ice scraper. Trixie releases your hand when you pop open the lid, and you turn to watch as she skips her way down the sidewalk. âSure you donât want a ride to school?â you call.
She stops, her nose wrinkling. âItâs lame to go to school with your teacher, Mom.â
You feign offense, slapping a hand to your heart. âOh? Iâm lame now, am I?â
âDonât take it personal,â Trixie replies, shrugging. âAll adults are kinda lame.â
With that, she waves and darts the rest of the way down the sidewalk, making her way to the bus stop at the end of the block. You watch her go, waiting until she safely joins the other half-dozen kids clustered on the corner beside the stop sign, before turning back to your car and climbing into the driverâs seat.Â
Thereâs something calming about your morning commuteâsomething about the low hum of the engine and the whir of wheels against asphalt that soothes your soul. The route downtown is a familiar one, and you navigate it with ease. A glance at the clock on the dashboard tells you that you have just enough time to grab some breakfast, and at the next intersection, you opt to turn left instead of right. Three minutes later, youâre pulling up to your favorite coffee shop in the city, snagging one of the few remaining parking spaces on the street and braving the chill one more time as you head for the brightly painted front door beneath the cheery sign that reads, Bean There, Done That!.Â
The smell of warm cinnamon and vanilla washes over you as soon as you step inside the coffee shop. Thereâs a relatively short line, and you pull out your phone as you join it, scrolling through news articles and notifications until you reach the counter. âGood morning, Bonnie,â you greet the middle-aged woman working the cash register, before waving at the man whoâs already brewing a fresh espresso in the corner. âMorning, Jin.â
âHiya, {Name},â Jin replies. As the owner of the shop and a dear friend of yours, he knows your usual order like the back of his hand. âGot your coffee going right now.â
Bonnie smiles at you, nodding as Jin plops your finished drink down and joins her at the counter. âMorning, hun. Youâre too late again, Iâm afraid. Can I get you something else?â
You glance over at the glass display case where all the baked goods are housed, disappointment sinking into your stomach when you see the empty row in the bagel section. âNo cinnamon streusel? Again?â
âSome guy beat you to the last one,â Jin answers as Bonnie rings up your coffee and slides it across the counter into your waiting hands. âSame one as last week, actually. He comes here pretty regularly.â
Your eyes narrow. âYou mean the same jerk has taken my bagel three times now? How is it that I havenât run into him yet?â
âI dunnoâdudeâs an early riser, I guess. You missed him by about ten minutes this time, but sometimes heâs in here even earlier than that.â Jin shrugs and jabs a thumb toward the back where you can just barely see the kitchen through a small window. âWeâve got more bagels going right now though, if you can wait five minutes.â
The time on your phoneâs screen tells you that you cannot. âSorry,â you tell him. âIf I donât leave now, Iâll be late for school.â Turning, you nod at Bonnie and drop a few bills into the tip jar. âSee you both tomorrow.â
âWait!â Jin pats down his apron pockets and fishes out a crumpled napkin from within. âI almost forgot. The guyâhe left a note.â
âHe left⌠what?â You frown. âWhy?â
Awkwardly, Jin clears his throat. âI, uh, may have let it slip that he kept beating you to the last cinnamon streusel bagel on Friday. And then he asked if he could leave you a note, soâŚ.â Uncrumpling the napkin, he extends it toward you. âHere.â
You canât help itâcuriosity roots in your belly and winds its way to your fingers as you carefully accept the note and smooth it out on the countertop.
Better luck next time ;)
âThat prick.â
Jin winces. âYeah, I know. I mean, he does always leave a twenty in the tip jar, but yeah, totally. Iâm with you. Guyâs a wang.â
Youâre barely listening. Scowling, you fumble for the pen in your purse, taking the napkin that Bonnie wordlessly hands you and scribbling out your own note so fiercely you nearly rip through the papery material.
Game on, mister.
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The rest of the week seems to drag by, until Friday arrives at long last and shepherds with it stormy gray clouds on the horizon. Youâre already feeling rather grumpyâno doubt thanks in part to the collection of snarky napkin notes youâve accumulated over the past few daysâand the sunâs absence only serves to exacerbate your foul mood. Even worse, you had an unfortunate run-in with one Mr. Jungkook Jeon yesterday, meeting with him in the principalâs office following an incident where Daeun took and hid Trixieâs favorite holographic scrunchie. Thankfully, it was recovered quickly, but even now the mere thought of Jungkook Jeonâs stupid, condescending face is enough to tank your mood. Scowling, you lock your car and head in the direction of Bean There, Done That!, carefully eyeing every person who exits in an effort to discern whether they might have purchased a cinnamon streusel bagel and hoping that none of them have snagged the last.
Youâre running a full forty-five minutes early todayâall in an attempt to beat the damned bagel thief. Half an hour hadnât been enoughâyou found that out the hard way yesterday, when Bonnie had greeted you with an apologetic smile and Jin had wordlessly doubled the usual shot of espresso in your coffee without charge. Looking back, your initial attempts to be a mere fifteen minutes earlier were feeble at worst and laughable at best. But today, you think, today will be different.Â
The bell over the door jingles pleasantly when you step inside the coffee shop, and you immediately deflate when Jin catches your eye and shakes his head. Heâs there to greet you when you finally reach the front of the line, and you sigh as you accept the folded napkin he hands over. âHe beat me? Again? Does this guy not sleep?â
âHe was super early today,â Jin replies with a shrug. Groaning, you unfold the note and smooth it out on the counter, sucking in a breath when you read the words scrawled there.Â
Whatâs that saying again? Something about the early bird always getting the worm? ;)
âThat fucking asshole,â you grit out. âIâm gonna kill him.â
âTesty,â Jin says, clicking his tongue. âWhatâs got your panties in a bunch today?â
You sigh. âSchool stuff, mostly. I had to meet with the father of one of my students yesterday, and heâs a real piece of work. And then I was up late grading homework.â
âYou could always assign less,â Jin offers up unhelpfully, which earns him a snort and an eye-roll from you. Relenting, he instead begins pouring your coffee, chattering on as the hot liquid splashes into your cup. âSo, about this guyâs impending doom. How exactly do you plan on murdering a man when you donât even know what he looks like?â
âStop being logical,â you groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âI donât want to hear it.â
Just then, the coffee shop door flies open, letting in a gust of chilly wind. You turn to see Bonnie bustling inside, wearing a bright pink woolen hat and ushering along her eleven-year old son, Caleb. âHi, hun,â she greets you, her nose scrunching when she sees your frown. âI take it you still havenât found your mystery bagel man?â
You heave a sigh, shaking your head. âI donât think I can get DNA off of his notes, so no. I have no idea who this guy is, which means I have no way of tracking him down and giving him a piece of my mind.â
Bonnie tuts sympathetically and pats your arm. âSorry, hun.â Giving your elbow an affectionate squeeze, she slips past the counter and into the back room to grab her paycheck. Jin finishes up with your drink, and you thank him as you take a long sip. Then you turn to Bonnieâs son, whoâs taken a seat in a nearby booth and is doodling on a piece of scrap paper.Â
âHey, Caleb. Howâs it going?â
The boy, normally quite talkative, just shrugs. Taken aback, you decide not to press the issue and instead turn back to Jin, whoâs wiping down the espresso machine and whistling something that sounds vaguely like âNever Gonna Give You Upâ under his breath. Bonnie returns then, and you give her a quizzical glance as she pours herself a to-go cup of coffee and adds two generous pumps of caramel syrup. Is something up with Caleb? you mouth, and watch as confusion flits across her face before realization dawns.
âDonât worry about him,â she whispers, approaching you so you can hear. âHeâs just a little bummed from yesterday. Misspelled âserendipityâ in the school spelling bee, and it cost him the win in the end.â
You wince. âOuch. That hurts.â
âYeah, that sucks real hard,â Jin chimes in from his spot at the espresso machine. âLittle guy didnât even try to steal a cookie from the display like he normally does.â
Bonnie chuckles. âIâll grab a couple to-go, thenâa double chocolate and a snickerdoodle, if you please. But then weâve really got to head out. School starts in twenty.â
At the reminder, you pull out your phone and glance at the time. âYeah, I need to leave soon too. Give my best to Caleb, okay? Thereâs always next yearâs spelling bee.â Turning to Jin, you hand over your credit card to pay for the coffee before grabbing a pen and a napkin. It takes you a few seconds to figure out what you want to write, and then another few to scrawl out the note:
Donât forget, the tortoise always beats the hare in the end.
Straightening up, you hand the napkin over to Jin, who accepts it wordlessly and tucks it into his pocket. And once heâs handed your card back to you, you wave goodbye to both Jin and Bonnie before heading out.
Itâs typically a five-minute drive to Hybe Academy from the coffee shop, but this morning, it takes you almost ten. Every red light in the city has seemingly teamed up in order to make you late, and you make it through the door of your classroom with mere minutes to spare. Thankfully, the first bell hasnât rung yet, and to your surprise, Taehyung is still lounging in your desk chair when you enter the room. The two of you have a longstanding tradition of having breakfast together in the morningsâeven if breakfast just turns out to be two extra-large cups of coffee with anywhere between zero and four shots of espresso added in. Taehyung occasionally brings in some of his kitchen experiments as well, and youâve had to politely decline his offer to share on more than one occasion.Â
âHey, there you are!â Taehyung grins and props his feet up onto your desk, crossing one leg over the other. âI was just about to leave.â
âReally? It looks like youâve made yourself pretty comfortable,â you reply, dropping your bag onto the floor and collapsing into the chair heâs pulled up beside him. âMust be nice, not having to worry about being on time for first period.â
Taehyung nestles deeper into the back of your chair and lets his eyes drift shut. âSure is.â
You snort and take a sip of your coffee. âJerk.â
âIâm rubber, youâre glue,â he replies without missing a beat, his eyes remaining staunchly shut.
Shaking your head, you instead direct your attention to the tupperware container thatâs sitting on the desk in front of your friend. You can see what looks like some kind of pastry inside, and prod curiously at it before poking Taehyung in the shoulder. âSo, whatâs this? Donât tell me you tried to make croque monsieurs again.â
âExcuse you, those werenât even that bad,â he defends, his eyes flying open. âAnd no, I didnât. I made quiche this time.â
âRight,â you say suspiciously. âAnd whatâs in it?â
âBacon, cheese, onions,â Taehyung lists with a shrug. âOh, and a few baby carrots I had on hand. I didnât really know what else to do with them.â
Itâs far from the strangest combination your friend has come up withâa sentiment you voice aloud as you pry open the edge of the container and accept the fork he hands over. âThis feels shockingly normal.â Cautiously, you dig into an edge and bring it to eye level so you can examine the filling. âAre you sure youâre feeling all right?â
âIâm going to start force feeding you if you donât stop teasing,â Taehyung threatens, grabbing a fork for himself and helping himself to a generous bite. âSeriously, give it a tryâI promise itâs good. I didnât even drop any eggshells in it this time.â
Laughing, you bring the quiche to your mouth. The pastry is flaky and the filling is smooth, and youâre pleasantly surprised by the harmonious balance of seasonings that you taste. Taehyung watches in satisfaction as you go in for a bigger piece, and pushes the tupperware closer when you nearly drop it.Â
âTold you it was good,â he says smugly, and you can only nod your agreement and raise your coffee in silent commendation.Â
The two of you eat in silence for a few momentsâuntil you remember the napkin shoved in your pocket and pull it out with a grimace. Youâve ranted to Taehyung about your new nemesis on more than one occasion by this point, and he doesnât even blink as he flattens out the material and scans the words scrawled there. âIâve gotta say, the guyâs got good handwriting,â he remarks, and you immediately fix him with a scowl.Â
âReally? Youâve got to say that?â
Taehyung holds up his hands innocently. âJust an observation,â he says. âHow many of these notes do you even have now? Three?â
âFive,â you grumble. âAnd Iâm still no closer to figuring out who he is. I donât suppose you have access to a police database or anything, right? Some way to match this guyâs handwriting?â
âIâm pretty sure it doesnât work like that,â is Taehyungâs blasĂŠ reply. âBesides, itâs not like youâre going to do anything, even if you do figure out who he is. Youâll just keep stewing until something else comes along, so why even bother with the manhunt in the first place?â
You sniff. âIâm raising Trixie to be a strong, determined woman who can accomplish anything she sets her mind to. What kind of example would I be setting if I canât do this one thing?â
Taehyung doesnât even bother trying to disguise his snort of laughter. âYouâre so full of shit. Jesus Christ.â
The bell rings, thenâsignaling that students have five minutes to make their way to their classrooms. You sigh, and Taehyung wordlessly stands up and begins gathering his tupperware back into his bag, tucking the cutlery in last and grabbing his remaining coffee as he turns toward the door.Â
âCatch you later,â he says at the threshold, and you wave him off before brushing a few stray crumbs off your desk. Finishing off the last of your coffee, you pull your planner from your bag and absentmindedly shove the napkin note in its placeâputting away any and all thoughts of your bagel nemesis as students slowly begin filtering into your classroom. Trixie briefly catches your eye as she files in with a couple of her friends, and you smile as you rise from your seat and begin outlining the dayâs lesson plan on the chalkboard.Â
Thereâs no doubt that Fridays are your favorite. Friday afternoons at Hybe Academy are dedicated to the arts, and listening to the soft strains of music coming from the orchestra room and the various solo instruments taking lessons brings you boundless joy. You love seeing the new paintings on the walls the following Monday too, and often stay a while after school lets out on Friday to hang up the pieces produced by your own class.Â
But this particular Fridayâit isnât going as planned at all.
Youâre beginning to think that this morningâs strike from your bagel thief was an omen. Up until two hours ago, itâs just been the usual inconveniences and minor drawbacksâa misplaced pencil here, or a spilled bit of juice there. But now, halfway through the schoolday, you feel like youâre drowning. Your stomach is growling and your hair is in disarray, and itâs all thanks to the fact that you currently have twice the amount of students you normally do occupying your classroomâall of whom are seemingly intent on covering every available surface with splatters of paint.Â
You canât blame Miss Kumar, of course. Family emergencies are just thatâemergencies. They canât be predicted or controlled, and when she was called at lunchtime with unexpected news, you understood that she had to leave immediately. In an unfortunate turn of events, none of the Academyâs usual substitute teachers were available, and you soon found yourself haplessly watching on as her first-graders filed into your room with chairs in tow, taking up residence two to a desk alongside your own students.Â
And even though youâre doing your absolute best to maintain some semblance of order, you know youâve lost when one of Miss Kumarâs studentsâNicholas, you think his name isâupends a little plastic canister of paint onto his desk and splats both hands into it. Blue paint goes flying in every direction, and as he giggles, the other children quickly begin to follow his lead.Â
âGuys, no, waitââ you try to say, but itâs too late. A fully fledged paint fight has broken out, and you watch in horror as Daeun flings a dollop of yellow paint straight onto Trixieâs Hercules shirt.Â
If thereâs a bright spot in all of this, itâs that Principal Pam Baker works fast. Youâd called her mere minutes into the fight breaking out, and sheâd done her part by calling the parents of the students youâd named as instigators of the fight. Those who could came in right away, and once you managed to settle everyone down, you brought their kids down to Pamâs office so that she could have a group meeting with both the parents and students alike. The remaining children you took to the library to be watched by Taehyung while you cleaned up your classroom. Itâs an absolute disaster zone, and youâve only just begun spraying down the first desk when the door flies open.
âMost of the children are at the library,â you say without turning around, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn bit of red paint on the corner of the desk with a wet wipe. âIf youâre looking for your child, youâd best head over there.â
âActually, Iâm here to speak to you,â a familiar voice says, and dread pools in your stomach as you turn and find yourself face-to-face with none other than Jungkook Jeon, his dark eyes unreadable. On his wrist, just barely concealed beneath the sleeve of his charcoal overcoat, you can see his expensive silver watch glinting in the fluorescent light.
âMr. Jeon,â you manage once youâve found your voice again. âHow can I help you?â
For a few long seconds, Jungkook remains silent. He steps over the threshold and into your classroom, taking in the paint-splattered walls and the chairs scattered haphazardly about. Then his gaze settles on you, his nose wrinkling slightly as he speaks again.Â
âIt smells in here.â
âItâs the paint,â you answer shortly, stepping over an upended cup of brushes and making your way to the window. Fumbling with the lock, you struggle for a few seconds before finally managing to heave it open, letting in a welcome gust of cool wintry air.Â
Jungkook watches all of this in silence. Then he hums, faint amusement lacing his voice. âI see that.â
Irritation blooms in your belly at his blasĂŠ tone. âWhat did you want to talk about, Mr. Jeon? If youâre looking for Daeun, Iâm afraid sheâs down the hall in Principal Bakerâs office.â
âIâm well aware of that.â Jungkook takes a step forward, the heels of his sleek black oxfords clicking against the tiled floor. âThis is the second time youâve lost control of your classroom, I believe. And tell me, Miss {L/N}, why has my daughter been sent to the principalâs office two days in a row, now?â
You glance up from where youâve begun wiping at a spot of hot pink paint on the windowsill. âWith all due respect, Mr. Jeon, I think thatâs a question that only Daeun can answer.â
âDaeun.â Thereâs outright laughter in Jungkookâs voice nowâbut itâs the humorless sort that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. âRight, of course. The blame is always on my daughter, isnât it? Never any of the others. Never your own.â
For a moment, you can only stare at him. Then, without even fully realizing what youâre doing, you begin walking forward. First one step, and then anotherâuntil the tips of your sensible block heels are mere inches from the tips of his oxfords. Emotion is building steadily in your chestâa cocktail of exhaustion and anger topped off with the dayâs frustrationsâand all of it comes flooding out as you raise your chin and look Jungkook Jeon square in the eye.Â
âUnlike you, I saw what happened today, Mr. Jeon. Several students were responsible for instigating and perpetuating this fight, and unfortunately, Daeun was one of them. I donât appreciate you implying that I favor any of my students over others, and I certainly donât appreciate you questioning my ability as a teacher.â Your chest heaves as you pause to take a breath. âI am a professional, Mr. Jeon. Maybe you donât think so, but I am. Iâve been teaching for nearly a decade, and Iâve spent almost every day with these children for the past year. You donât get to come in here and disrespect me in my own classroom. I donât care how much money you give to this school. Iâm not beholden to you or your money, and Iâll thank you to not come in here with unnecessary attitude and finger-pointing.â
Your blood is rushing in your ears by the time your speech comes to an end. Jungkook is silent, staring down his nose at you for three long seconds before he deliberately raises a dark eyebrow. âAre you finished?â he asks.Â
You shiver as his hot breath fans against your cheeks. âNo.â And then, in a surge of stupid, adrenaline-fueled bravery, you add, âI kind of want to cuss you out, to be honest.â
The other eyebrow rises to join the first, as a huff of wry laughter escapes his lips. âOh?â
You deflate slightly, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth. It shouldnât be so easy for a parent to get a rise out of you, but Jungkook seems to do it so easilyâand so often. âIâm not going to,â you murmur.Â
âNo?â Jungkookâs gaze darts down to your lips, then up to your eyes, and then down to your lips again. âThatâs rather disappointing.â
Unwittingly, youâve drifted even closer to him since you first started talking. You can see each fleck of amber in his irises, and could probably count each of his individual eyelashes if you so cared. This close to him, you can see that one of his eyebrows is piercedâhis dark hair brushed back just enough to reveal the silvery metal embedded in his skin. You donât pull away though, and neither does he. If anything, he seems to be willing you closerâhis lips parting and his tongue darting out to moisten them.
And then he blinks, and you pull back as if burned. âIf⌠if thatâs all, I should really get back to cleaning up,â you stammer, hating the wobble in your voice as you return to your desk and grab a fresh wet wipe. âPrincipal Bakerâs office is down the hall on the left.â
âI remember. I was there yesterday, after all.â The faint amusement has returned to his tone. Straightening his tie, he begins making his way to the exit, only to pause in the doorframe and glance at you once more over his shoulder. âOh, and Miss {L/N}?â
You look up. âYes?â
âYou should really look in a mirror. It looks like a Smurf exploded on your face.âÂ
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Saturday brings with it clear blue skies and a sweet, sweet reprieve from the chaos of the week. Youâd promised Trixie that you would make ratatouille together over the weekendâjust like in the movieâand now youâre making good on that promise as you push a shopping cart around the grocery store with your daughter skipping happily by your side. âOoh! We need these, right?â she exclaims, pointing at a display of zucchini, and you nod, watching as she carefully selects two and plunks them into the cart.Â
Together, the two of you finish up in the produce section and head for the aisles that house all the baking goods. Trixie peruses the shelves as you stock up on the essentialsâflour, sugar, and a couple boxes of baking soda. Then you grab a package of chocolate chips, laughing when Trixie immediately perks up at the sound of the bag crinkling and whirls around to look at you with wide, eager eyes.Â
 âCan we do chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies?â she asks, clasping her hands in front of her chest.Â
âI think youâre pushing your luck, young lady,â you tell her, but relent when she selflessly offers to bring the extras to class on Monday to share.Â
Ten minutes later, youâre heading toward the checkout line when you suddenly realize that youâve forgotten something. âTomatoes,â you say aloud, glancing down at Trixie apologetically. âTotally slipped my mind. Letâs go grab some, bug.â
Trixie sighs dramatically, but turns toward the produce section nonetheless. Faster than you can blink, she trots off, leaving you to trail after her with the shopping cart. Maneuvering around a particularly tall display of onions, you pull out your phone to check the grocery list one more timeâonly to be interrupted by the metallic clang of your shopping cart hitting another. Immediately, you open your mouth to apologize, but stop short when your eyes meet the owner of the other cart.
âO-oh,â you stammer, your head spinning as you try to recover your full vocabulary. âMr. Jeon. I⌠I didnât see you there.â
Jungkook chuckles. âThat much I gathered.â Then he nods toward Trixie, who you can just barely see two aisles and a crate of watermelons away. âDoing some shopping, Miss {L/N}?â
You donât respond. Your brain is in overdrive, struggling to reconcile the Jungkook standing in front of you with the one youâd seen just yesterday in your paint-splattered classroom. His dark hair isnât parted neatly across his forehead for onceâinstead, it falls in soft waves around his face. Rather reluctantly, your brain acknowledges that he looks goodâirritatingly so. Youâve never seen him in casual clothes beforeâonly neatly pressed suits that cost more than your entire paycheckâand the change is jarring to say the least. His purple sweatshirt is baggy and his black joggers are just tight enough to show off the definition of his thighs, andâ
âhang on, is he wearing Birkenstocks?
Trixie, thankfully, comes to the rescue as you gape at Jungkookâs feet for several seconds too long. âIs this enough?â she asks, lugging a plastic bag bulging with at least a dozen heirloom tomatoes. Still a little shellshocked, you look down at her, blinking dumbly before bursting into laughter.
âThatâs plenty, bug. In fact, we probably need to put some back, unless you want tomatoes in your cookies too.â
âThat doesnât sound too bad,â Trixie says thoughtfully, pursing her lips. âOr we can make marinara and have spaghetti and meatballs tomorrow!â
Jungkook chooses that moment to huff out a laugh of his own. âSpaghetti and meatballs, huh? Great minds must think alikeâDaeun suggested the exact same thing for our dinner tonight. Only thing is, weâre apparently making everything by hand, even the spaghetti. And weâve never made pasta before, soâŚâ He chuckles. âYou can imagine how well thatâll probably go.â
You glance around the nearest visible aisles. âDaeunâs a proper little chef, I see. Is she here with you?â
The dark-haired man gestures toward the back of the grocery store. âI tasked her with grabbing some milk and eggs while I get the onions. She wonât go near them until theyâre cooked, so I figured this would be most efficient.â
You grin. âDivide and conquer, huh?â
âExactly,â Jungkook answers with a surprisingly boyish smile. You note with amusement that his front teeth are more prominent than the rest, just enough to give him the resemblance of a rabbit. Rather unfairly, it somehow manages to work in his favor when put together with the rest of him. Your cheeks warm when you register again just how handsome he truly is, and you quickly suck in a deep breath as you search around for a distraction.
Youâre in luck. Daeun rounds the corner of a nearby display of cantaloupes with a wide grin, a gallon jug of milk and a carton of eggs in either hand. Her grin widens when she spots you, and you chuckle as she tries and fails to raise her jug-bearing hand to wave.
âHi, Miss {L/N}!â she exclaims as she comes to a stop alongside Jungkookâs cart and deposits her goods inside. âWhatâre you doing here?â
âDae,â Jungkook chides gently, but you laugh and wave him off.
âHi, Daeun. Iâm doing some shopping with Trixie, just like you are with your dad. Speaking of whichâyou probably have a lot of cooking to get to.â You return your attention to Jungkook. âI mean, I know we do. Somehow, I was talked into making two types of cookies this weekend, so we should really head out and get started.â
âWaitâhang on a second.â Jungkook speaks again, and maybe itâs your imagination but you think you hear a tinge of desperation in his tone. âIâm actually glad we ran into you today. We were going to do this on Monday but since youâre both here, Daeun has something sheâd like to say to Trixie. Isnât that right, Dae?â
Daeunâs gaze drops to where sheâs scuffing her sneakered feet against the tiled linoleum floor. Jungkook reaches down, giving her an encouraging nudge, and she hesitates for a second before looking back up and glancing between you and Trixie. âIâm sorry,â she begins shyly. âI shouldnâtâve thrown paint at you. Or taken your book.â And when Jungkook nudges her again and lifts an eyebrow, she continues again. âAnd⌠Iâm sorry for laughing when you fell down on the playground. It wasnât funny, and I wasnât being nice. Iâm really sorry, Trixie.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, as Daeun falls silent and looks at your daughter hopefully. You glance between the two girls, then up at Jungkook, who still has a hand on Daeunâs shoulder and seems to be holding his breath. Trixie, for her part, looks to be deep in thought, her face scrunched in contemplation as she taps a finger against her lips. Vaguely, you wonder if you should say something, but decide against it.
And then Trixie beams, toothy and bright. Daeunâs answering smile is still tentative, but it transforms into full-blown giggles when your daughter rushes forward and clasps one of her hands in both of her own. âI forgive you,â she says shortly, giving her hand a shake like a little businesswoman. You and Jungkook watch on as the two girls proceed to skip off, hand-in-hand and singing âBaby Sharkâ.Â
âWow,â you remark, turning back to Jungkook. âI have to admit, Iâm a little surprised. What brought that on?â
Jungkook begins to look rather sheepish, scratching at the back of his neck. âI actually have a bit of a confession to make. Not to mention, I owe you a huge apology. I talked to Dae last night, and⌠well, you were right. She wasnât acting out for no reason. She⌠she was actually jealous of Trixie."
You frown. "What?"
He nods. "Yeah. See, I got promoted at my job a while ago. Right after the holidays, I had to start working longer hours, which of course meant less time at home with her. And I guess all of that took its toll, especially since I had to stop taking her to school every morning.â He sighs. âShe didnât adjust very well to that. I tried my best to make things work, but thereâs only so much I can do, you know? Eventually I had to set up a morning carpool with some of the neighbors. And I tried to ease the transition as much as I could, butâŚâ He trails off with another sigh. âGuess I did kind of a shit job there.âÂ
Your mind is reeling at all of this new information, but you manage to find your voice again after a few moments. âYou did your best,â you tell him, resisting the sudden urge to reach out and touch his arm. âAnd youâre still trying. Thatâs all that matters, you know. Youâre trying to make things better. Daeun can sense that, and believe me, itâs paying off.â
Jungkook chuckles. âI think youâre giving me too much credit, but thank you. Iâm just glad that Dae has a good school and good teachers. Actually, youâve always been her favorite, did you know that?â
You didnât. âReally?â
âReally.âÂ
You arenât sure what to say after that, so you opt to look around instead. At some pointâyou arenât sure whenâthe two of you mustâve started walking around the grocery store again because all around you are shelves full of bread and baked goods. Mindlessly, you grab a bag of everything bagels and smile when Jungkook follows your lead and drops a bag into his own cart.
A few minutes of meandering later, you find Trixie and Daeun together in the snack aisle, deep in discussion about their favorite candies. The conversation winds down as you and Jungkook approach, and you decide not to comment when Trixie not-so-surreptitiously slips a package of chocolate caramels into your shopping cart.
âWe should probably get going,â you say instead, pulling out your phone and glancing at the time. âGosh, there really arenât enough hours in the day. You ready, bug?â
âYep!â Trixie replies cheerily, turning to wave goodbye to Daeun and Jungkook. âBye, Daeun! Bye, Mr. Jeon!â
âSee you Monday, Trixie! You too, Miss {L/N}!â Daeun exclaims. And as you and Jungkook exchange smiles and farewells of your own, you feel lighter than youâve felt in days, as if an invisible weight has lifted.
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Like clockwork, Monday morning finds you at the counter of Bean There, Done That! with an apologetic Jin offering you your usual coffee in a size larger than the one youâd paid for. âAgain?â you exclaim as you accept the cup and take a generous sip. âI canât believe this. You opened like, twenty minutes ago.â
The corner of Jinâs mouth twitches. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he produces a full tray of cinnamon streusel bagels from somewhere beneath the counter, picking out the best-looking one before sliding the tray into its spot in the display. âI just wanted to see the look on your face,â he admits as he slips the bagel into a paper bag and hands it over. âThese are freshâstill pretty warm, in fact. Surprised you didnât smell them when you came in.â
âI did smell them,â you tell him, wagging a finger. âBut the blueberry bagels are always kind of overpowering and this whole place tends to smell like vanilla anyway, so excuse me for taking you for your word when you said you were out.â
âYou know, a simple âthank youâ wouldâve sufficed,â Jin sniffs. Then he gestures to the stack of napkins next to the cash register and waggles his eyebrows. âCare to leave a snarky note of your own?â
A slow grin spreads across your face as you start fishing in your purse for a pen. âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
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The rest of the day goes smoothly, and youâre pretty sure itâs all thanks to the cinnamon streusel bagel youâd had the time to truly savor this morning. Youâd even bought an extra for Taehyung, who for his part contributed a tupperware full of bacon strips and a pitcher of mixed berry smoothie to your breakfast. For lunch youâd made sure to eat a healthy dose of vegetables, and as you head into the final period of the day, you feel more than ready to give a room full of children their next big assignment.
âAll right, class,â you say as your students filter into the classroom and start taking their seats. âWeâve been learning about the animal kingdom for the last few weeks, and itâs finally time to put everything weâve learned so far together. Iâm going to go around and hand each of you a card. Take a look at itâyouâll either see a picture of an animal, or the name of an animal.â Grabbing the stack of cards off your desk, you begin distributing them, slowly making your way up and down the rows of desks. âThen, I want you to get up out of your seats and find the card that matches yours. If thereâs a picture of a zebra on your card, you want to find the person with âzebraâ written on their card. And that person will be your partner for this project. Does that make sense to everyone?â
Nods and exclamations of affirmation all around. Satisfied, you hand out the last of your cards and return to your desk, gesturing for your students to stand up and find their partners. You watch as the children mill around, exclaiming happily when they find their match. Much to your satisfaction, you see that Daisyâa little girl who always has her blond hair corralled into a neat braidâand Josiahâa well-mannered boy with a different-colored polo for each day of the weekâjust so happen to be partners. You hadnât planned it that way, but youâve always gotten the feeling that there was a hint of a little crush there.
Another pleasant surprise comes in the form of Daeun, whoâs plopped herself in the seat beside Trixie and is animatedly gesturing at her card. Even from your spot in the front of the classroom, you can read the big block letters that spell out âpenguinâ and see the corresponding line drawing on Trixieâs card. And as the girls begin to chat, itâs as if the issues of the last few months hadnât happened at all.
Your class spends the last few hours of the school day in the library, working on their newly assigned project. Youâve set up shop at the table nearest Taehyungâs desk, which youâve always kind of envied. Perfectly round and situated in the center of the room, it allows for a 360-degree view of the entire library if he so much as spins in his chair. âHonestly, I could get so much done if I had one of these,â you lament to him as you watch Josiah sharpen Daisyâs pencil for her out of the corner of your eye. âIâd set up the best frickinâ assembly line you ever saw.â
âYou sound like a workaholic,â Taehyung replies, doing yet another lazy revolution in his seat. âOr a lunatic. Same thing, really.âÂ
Resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him, you settle for rolling your eyes instead. The final bell of the day rings, and you shepherd your students out of the library with your friend on your heels. As the children disperse to their lockers, you trail after Trixie and Daeun, waiting for the two to say their goodbyes so you and your daughter can walk to the car together. Itâs still odd seeing the two getting along so well, but you arenât about to question it as you and Taehyung follow the girls to their lockersâwhich happen to be in the same section of the hallwayâand then out and into the bright afternoon sun. Smiling, you listen to them chattering excitedly about the project even as Taehyung launches into a tirade about his latest rent increase.
âSeriously, I should just move at this pointâitâs fucking ridiculous. I donât even use the conference center, and the indoor pool is just a waste of space when thereâs a public one thatâs twice the size three blocks away. And that one even has a hot tub! Not to mentionââ
You sigh, cutting him off mid-sentence. âJeez, Tae, just move. Youâve been threatening to for over a year now, and itâs not like anyoneâs forcing you to stay. You donât even like the neighborhood, for godâs sake. I donât know why you stuck around for that long.â
Taehyung sniffs. âMovingâs just such a hassle, you know? I really wanted to avoid it, but I guess I canât this time around. A 22% rent increase⌠fucking hell. Youâll help me pack, wonât you?â
âIâd rather not.â
âBut youâre so good at packing! And you have all that bubble wrap and the box of styrofoam peanuts hoarded in your closetââ
âStored in my closet.â
âWhatever,â he says dismissively, waving you off. âIâm not here to debate semantics with you.â
âNo, youâre here to guilt me into helping you move,â you reply. âWhatâs up with that, anyway? I thought you swore off of renting U-Hauls for good after last time. You were googling moving companies and getting quotes for weeks.â
âYeah, I definitely lost that spreadsheet,â Taehyung admits. âBesides, moneyâs a little tight right now. Every last bit of spare change we have is going toward Jiminâs new pilates studio. Weâre saving wherever and whenever we can.â
You nod in understanding at the mention of his fiancĂŠ and his new business venture. âHowâs all that going, anyhow? I know Jiminâs been super busyâwe havenât been to bar trivia in weeks.â
âYeah, itâs a whole thing,â Taehyung says, pinching the bridge of his nose. âStarting a business is hardâwho knew?â
âWho knew, indeed,â you echo. Youâre about to say something else, too, but any semblance of coherence flies out of your head when you glance at the girls again and see that theyâve come to a stop. Thereâs a sleek black Mercedes-Benz idling at the curb, and leaning against it is none other than Jungkook Jeonâdressed in a sharp navy blue ensemble with his hair slicked back and dark sunglasses perched on his nose. Itâs impossible to tell whether heâs seen you yet, and itâs all you can do to tear your gaze away before you get caught staring. Turning back instead to Taehyung, you raise a hand in farewell. âWell, it looks like this is my stop.â
âSeems that way,â your friend hums, casting a curious glance at Trixie, whoâs enthusiastically greeted Jungkook with a Hi again, Mr. Jeon! and is now giggling with Daeun about how they can see their reflections in his car. âSee you tomorrow. Donât get into too much trouble!â
You roll your eyes at the flagrant wink Taehyung sends your way, surreptitiously flipping him off from behind your tote bag. Then you make your way over to your daughter, whoâs still engrossed in conversation. Coming to a stop behind her, you lay a hand on her shoulder, smiling as she looks up and flashes you a big grin. âAll righty. You ready to go home, jitterbug?â you ask.
Trixie juts her bottom lip out into a pout. âCan I go to Daeunâs?â
You raise an eyebrow, glancing up at Jungkook, whoâs now scrolling through his phone. Then you return your gaze to your daughter, taking in her eager, bright eyes. âI donât know, bug. Have you asked Mr. Jeon if you can come over?â
Daeun pipes up then, her pigtails bobbing with every word. âHe says itâs okay, Miss {L/N}! Since we have a project to work on and all. He even said we can order takeout for dinner!â
Again, you look at Jungkook. His expression is unreadable behind his sunglasses, but when he feels your gaze he glances up, tucking his phone back into his pocket and pushing his sunglasses up onto his head. âDaeâs rightâI did promise the girls takeout. Sorry to catch you off guard with last-minute plans like this, Miss {L/N}. If youâd like, youâre welcome to join us as well.â
You blink. To say that the invitation has caught you off guard would be a massive understatement, and as your brain races to catch up, you suddenly realize that heâs willing to let you come to his home. You would be in his spaceâwhere he lives, eats, sleeps. The thought is simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating.
âIâI donât want to impose,â you finally manage after what feels like an eternity. âIâm sure youâre busy, and I have a lot of homework to grade, andâŚâ You trail off, hesitant, and Jungkook waits a beat before chiming in.
âNo imposition at all,â he says, offering you a small smile. âHonest. Iâve spent two of the last three weekends hosting sleepovers for Daeunâs friends, and Iâm not convinced I remember what adult company is like anymore.â Then his smile widensâjust enough to offer a glimpse of his endearingly prominent front teeth and crinkle the corners of his eyes. âRemind me?â
You arenât sure if youâre imagining the flirtatious edge in his tone, but you push the thought to the very back of your head and straighten the hem of your blouse before grasping for the phone tucked in your bag. âI⌠I suppose that would be all right,â you begin hesitantly as you pretend to check for new notifications. âYouâre sure it wonât be any trouble?â
âNone at all,â Jungkook reassures. âHere, Iâll give you my address for your GPS, but it might be easier if you just follow me. Where are you parked?â
You gesture toward the staff parking lot, which is usually separated from the main lot by a row of neatly manicured hydrangea bushes that bloom in bursts of pink and blue and purple during the spring and summer months. Right now, there are only a few sparse yellow daffodils, pushing up through the dirt and signaling that spring is not far off despite the lingering chill in the air. âIâm about three rows in. I can drive over and meet you here, if that works?â
Trixie chooses that moment to pipe up, instinctively raising her hand like sheâs still in class. âCan I ride with Daeun and Mr. Jeon?â
You hesitate, glancing over at Jungkook, who shrugs as if to say fine by me. Turning your attention back to your daughter, you nod and reach down to adjust the glittery pink scrunchie in her hair. âBe good,â you order. âDonât distract Mr. Jeon while heâs driving, okay?â
âMmhmm,â Trixie hums, already turning toward the sleek black Benz and tugging on the door handle. âSee you there, Mom!â
You wave, watching as the girls climb into the backseat before turning and making your way to your own car. Unlocking the door, you slide into the driverâs seat and take a deep breath. Then, you take another. And a few moments later, you take a third.
Even as you mentally play back the events of the afternoon, you still canât wrap your head around how it came to this. Here you are, about to drive to Jungkook Jeonâs house. Youâve seen his address in your files, and you know from the street name that he lives downtown, in the part of the city thatâs dominated by high-rise buildings and five-star hotels. Itâs an area that you donât visit often, having no reason to unless thereâs a particular restaurant that youâre looking to try outâand have the money for. It feels odd inputting his address into your phoneâs navigation app, but you do so nonetheless, watching as it calculates the optimal route.Â
Steeling yourself, you start up the ignition and ease up on the brake. As you pull out of your parking space, you crane your head to see if Jungkookâs car is still where youâd last seen it, which it thankfully is. Slowly, you make your way over to where the Benz is idling, pulling up alongside him and giving him a little wave. Jungkook has donned his sunglasses again, but he lowers them when he sees you and nods in acknowledgment. Ready to go? he mouths, and you nod even though itâs a lie. You arenât ready. You arenât sure you ever will be. But Jungkook is already pulling ahead and out of the parking lot, and youâre forced to push aside your intrusive thoughts and follow.Â
The first stretch of the drive is easy. Jungkook is a measured driver, and you can tell that heâs taking care to turn only when thereâs enough room for both of your vehicles. The second stretch, however, proves far more difficult. Now that youâre downtown, thereâs an abundance of one-way streets and pedestrians. Traffic lights sit on seemingly every corner, alternating between red, yellow, and green at random, as far as you can tell. You nearly lose Jungkook twice on particularly short green lights, and only narrowly avoid hitting an overeager dog dragging its hapless owner into the crosswalk before the walk sign has changed.Â
The third time, it finally happens. Dismayed, you watch as Jungkookâs sleek black Benz cruises past a green light, just before it turns yellow for a split second and then flips to red. Youâre forced to brake far faster than youâd preferâway too fast to be safe, for sureâand watch as Jungkook disappears around the Starbucks on the next corner. Muttering out a quiet curse, you drum your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as you wait for the light to change again. Thankfully, youâre only about two minutes from your destination.Â
After what feels like an eternity, the light finally turns green. Releasing your foot on the brake, you take the turn that Jungkook had taken, glancing between your phone and the surrounding buildings to identify your destination. Thereâs a string of restaurants, a pharmacy, and a post office. You cruise past a dentistâs office and a few dry cleaners, and then your phone is directing you to turn right onto a street that boasts a long row of glass-fronted office buildings.Â
Two blocks later, youâre pulling up to a tall, sleek chrome building. The first floor is occupied by a seafood restaurant and the second and third seem to be a gym, but as you crane your head upward you can see that the floors above that seem to be condominiums. Letting your head fall back against the headrest, you glance down at your phone one more time, confirming that this is indeed your destination. Then you take a long, deep breath before you begin following the little blue signs that claim to lead to a parking garage beneath the building.
To your relief, the garage itself isnât difficult to find. You take a ticket from the machine as you descend down the concrete ramp, keeping an eye out for any open spots that are designated as guest parking. Seconds pass, and then minutes. Your heart flutters nervously in your chest as you descend deeper into the parking garage, seeking a break in the rows of cars that never comes. Youâre seconds away from giving up and turning around, when finally, you see an open spot. Itâs a little cramped and itâs right next to a concrete pillar thatâs just a little too close for comfort, but you manage to squeeze into the space. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, you turn off the ignition and tuck your keys into your purse, taking a moment to gather yourself before exiting your car and locking it behind you.
Thatâs when you encounter your next obstacle: figuring out how, exactly, to get out of the parking garage. You canât find a single sign to guide your wayâonly a locked dark green door that you assume is some kind of mechanical room. Groaning, you spin in a full circle, taking in your concrete surroundings. Maybe if you just start walking, youâll find a sign that will point you to the elevators. Youâd even consider taking the stairs at this point, no matter how many floors down you are (youâre pretty sure itâs seven or eight).Â
Just then, your phone begins to buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see Jungkook Jeon (Daeunâs Dad) emblazoned across the screen and immediately swipe to answer. âHello?â
âHey,â Jungkook says, obvious relief coloring his tone. âIâm sorry I lost you back there. Where are you now?â
âIâm in the parking garage below your building,â you reply, idly scuffing your foot along the concrete floor. âIâm parked pretty far down, and now I canât seem to figure out how to get upstairs.â
Jungkook hums thoughtfully. âYeah, Iâll admit the signage isnât great down there. Let me see⌠can you see any doors?â
âJust this green one, but itâs locked.â Reaching out, you try the handle again to double-check. âOther than that, nothing.â
Another hum from the man on the other end of the line. âOkay, walk away from that door. Try and head toward the middle of the garageâthatâs where the elevators are. Thereâs four of them, and theyâre in this big concrete circle. Can you see them yet?â
âMaybe?â You can see a break in the rows of cars up ahead, and a rounded concrete wall in the distance. Speeding up, you make your way around the edge and blink as a bank of elevators comes into view. âOh, waitâyeah! Huh. Weird. I didnât expect the doors to be orange.â
Jungkook chuckles. âEach floorâs color-coordinated, yeah. Orange means youâre near the bottom, though. Didnât you see the guest parking on the first floor?â
You blink. âNo, I donât think so. Did I miss something?â
That draws another chuckle from him. âProbably. Thereâs a row of spaces off to the right as soon as you enter the garage, but it can be pretty easy to miss if you donât know to look for it. I shouldâve given you a heads-up.â
âItâs okay,â you tell him as you enter the elevator and hit the button for the thirty-fourth floor. âI couldâve asked.â
Bidding him farewell and assuring that youâll see him soon, you hang up and tuck your phone back into your pocket. The elevator ride is relatively short despite how high youâre going, and before you know it you find yourself standing in front of a navy blue door with a polished brass knocker. Raising your hand, youâre about to knock when the door flies open, revealing Daeun and Trixie standing there with identical grins.
âYouâre finally here!â your daughter exclaims, bounding forward to take you by the hand and lead you inside. âMr. Jeon said we had to wait for you to get here. He says heâs gonna give us a grand tour!â
âItâs really not as exciting as theyâre making it sound.â Jungkookâs voice comes from around the corner, and the man himself steps into view a moment later. Heâs taken off his jacket and removed his tie, leaving him in navy slacks and a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone. Your gaze lingers a little too long on this newly exposed sliver of chest, but you forcibly tear your gaze away when Trixie gives your hand a squeeze.Â
âCome on, Mom! You can see everything from the window. Itâs like youâre on top of a mountain!â
Laughing, you follow your daughter deeper into the apartment. She points to the closet off the foyer, where you obligingly hang up your coat next to her periwinkle one. Then she leads you to the far end of the foyer, where it opens into a wide hallway. On the other side of the hall is an archway that leads to a spacious kitchen with white cabinets and polished granite countertops. You take note of the bright yellow bar stools at the kitchen island, chuckling when Daeun loudly declares that she picked them outâand that Jungkook had caved to her despite wanting boring gray ones instead.
As you continue your tour, it becomes abundantly clear that Jungkook has caved to his daughter on multiple occasions. The furniture in the living area is neutralâshades of beige and dark wood that pair well with the polished floorboards and modern floor-to-ceiling windows. But scattered throughout the space are pops of color and quirkiness that you can confidently attribute to Daeunâhaving graded several of the art pieces that you now see hanging on the wall and adorning the sleek glass coffee table. Thereâs the lopsided clay vase painted with streaks of hot pink and specks of bright yellow, and thereâs the papier-mâchĂŠ snowman with his jaunty orange hat. You see more and more of Daeunâs influence everywhere you lookâthe watercolor butterfly paintings on the wall, and the red floral accent chair that youâre sure Jungkook didnât pick out himself.Â
âThatâs Daddyâs room,â Daeun says, pointing to a nondescript white door beside the bookshelves that flank the flatscreen TV hanging on the wall. Then she points down the hall, past the kitchen where you can see a few more doors. âAnd thatâs my room down there, next to Daddyâs office. Do you want to see?â
You nod. âI canât wait. Lead the way.â
Cheerfully, Daeun gestures for you to follow after her as she skips toward the door at the very end of the hall. She opens it with a flourish, allowing all of you inside, and as soon as you step past the threshold youâre transported to a fantastical world. Daeunâs bedroom walls are painted to resemble an enchanted forest, complete with delicate fairy lights wrapped around the wooden four-poster bed. A white desk and an accompanying green chair sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the pale pink curtains opened to let sunlight stream in. Along the sill is a collection of stuffed animals, ranging from a tiny butterfly to an elephant that youâre pretty sure is taller than Daeun herself. Opposite the bed is a gallery wall, composed of colorful floral prints and Daeunâs own artâa charming, eclectic mix of animal paintings and landscapes. Itâs the kind of bedroom that you wouldâve loved as a child, and your daughter is equally taken with it if her awed expression is anything to go by.Â
âThis is so cool!â Trixie runs to the window to peer out at the city below, before twirling in a circle to take in the art on the walls. âI canât believe you live here. Itâs like a magic forest!â
âItâs a beautiful room,â you remark, nodding your agreement. âAnd all of these drawings are amazing, Daeun. Youâre a talented artist.â
Daeun flushes at the compliment, thanking you with a shy smile. Then she and Trixie are off again, speeding down the hallway to look at something else in the apartment. You and Jungkook trail after them slowly, until he opens another door off the hall to reveal his office. Itâs smaller than Daeunâs bedroom and far more simplistic in its decor, but itâs a cozy and inviting space nonetheless. One wall is lined with mahogany bookshelves, and a polished wooden desk is pushed against the opposite. A plush burgundy armchair with a matching ottoman sits in the corner beside a tall potted plant, creating the perfect space for reading, and you can tell from the indentation in the seat cushion that itâs been well-loved over the years.
âIâve definitely been bringing my work home too much lately,â Jungkook admits. âIâve been cutting back though. Ever since Daeunâs behavioral problemsâŚâ He trails off. âWell, you know all about that already. And I do want to apologize for giving you a hard time. Itâs just⌠I guess itâs not all that fun being told that youâre failing as a parent.â
âYouâre not failing as a parent,â you reply, laying a hand on his arm before you can think to stop yourself. âYouâre doing your best. Itâs all we can do, isnât it? Do everything we possibly can for our children?â
He nods, but he isnât looking at you. Heâs looking down at your hand on his arm, and you blanch inwardly as you quickly pull back and pretend to brush invisible dirt off your skirt. âWe should go find the girls,â you murmur. And just like that, the tour is over.Â
The two of you rejoin the girls in the kitchen, where theyâve begun assembling themselves a snack of peanut butter and crackers. Jungkook slices up an apple and a banana for them to share, and they barely take the time to thank him before disappearing into Daeunâs bedroom to work on their project. You and Jungkook find yourselves alone in the kitchen, and when the silence between you has stretched on for just long enough to be awkward, you decide to speak. âSo. I guess I should probably grade some homework while Iâm here.â
Jungkook blinks and shakes his head a little, as if coming out of a trance. âRight, of course. Iâve got a few things I need to wrap up myself. Please, make yourself comfortable. Youâre free to work in the office, if youâd like.â
Immediately, you shake your head. âOh, no. I donât want to intrude.â
He nods, then gestures out toward the dining table, which sits in a little nook between the main living area and kitchen. âWell then, feel free to make use of the table. Or the kitchen island. Or even the couch, if youâd prefer.â He pauses. âWait, where are my manners? I havenât even offered you anything to drink! Did you want anything?âÂ
âOh.â You hesitate. âIâm okay.â
Jungkook begins making his way to the refrigerator, regardless. âSeriously, itâs no trouble. I have coffee, tea, banana milk, and I think thereâs probably a carton of apple juice in here too. What do you usually drink when youâre grading?â
âTea,â you admit. âAny kind. Iâm not picky.â
âTea it is.â Jungkook sets about grabbing two mugs. âGo on, make yourself comfortable. Iâll bring it to you.â
For a moment, you wonder if you should ask if he needs help. But heâs already preoccupied with the kettle, his back to you, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his broad shoulders taper into his slim waist. In an attempt to distract yourself from gawking, you walk back out to the dining table. Pulling out a chair, you settle your bag on the floor beside you and take a seat. And by the time Jungkook comes out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs of tea, youâre already halfway through grading the first math worksheet in your pile.
âHere you go.â Jungkook places a mug by your elbow, and you glance up at him with a grateful smile.
âThanks.â âNo problem.â
To your surprise, he takes his mug to the opposite side of the table and sets it down. Then he disappears into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with his laptop in hand. You try not to stare as he sets up shop across from you, a loose lock of dark hair flopping across his forehead as he logs in and begins reading something, his dark eyes flitting across the screen. His piercing in his eyebrow glints in the sunlight streaming in through the nearby window.
Ripping your gaze away, you force yourself to focus on the homework you need to grade. And after a few minutes, youâre fully immersed, thumbing through sheet after sheet and writing down your notes.
Before you even realize it, two hours have passed. You only become aware of how late itâs getting when Jungkook shuts his laptop with a click, stretching his arms overhead and working a few kinks out of his neck. âItâs almost dinnertime,â he remarks, glancing out the window where the sun is steadily dropping closer to the horizon. âDid you have any thoughts about dinner? I can order some pizza or something.â
âOh, I donât thinkââ you begin to protest, but Daeun and Trixie choose that moment to dash in like mini tornadoes, whirling around the dining table.Â
âWe can still order takeout for dinner, right Daddy?â Daeun gazes up at Jungkook with pleading eyes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. âAnd Trixie and Miss {L/N} can stay if we do, right?â
Trixie looks at you, lower lip already beginning to jut out in a pout. âPlease, Mom?â
Jungkook gives you a meaningful glance across the table, and you can only shrug and relent. âYeah, all right. Since takeout was already promised, we can stay for dinner. But weâre going home after that, okay? Itâs a school night.â
The girls burst into cheers. After a brief discussion on what kind of food to order, you all settle on Jungkookâs initial suggestion of pizza. As he puts in the order, you begin tidying up the dining table, clearing it of your graded homework. Daeun points out where the plates are kept, and together, you and the girls set the table for dinner.Â
âEstimated delivery time is half an hour,â Jungkook says as he tucks his phone back into his pocket and joins you at the dining table. âWhat should we do while we wait?â
âLetâs play Candyland!â Daeun exclaims.Â
Trixie gasps. âI love Candyland!â
And just like that, itâs settled. The four of you settle around the coffee table for the gameâyou and Jungkook making yourselves comfortable on the cream-colored sectional while the girls sprawl out on the shaggy rug on the floor. The pizza arrives just as Trixie reaches Candy Castle, and Jungkook goes to answer the door while she celebrates her victory. Then, the four of you sit down for dinner.
Itâs strange, sitting in Jungkookâs undoubtedly expensive apartment and eating pizza. But even more strange is how okay it all feelsânatural, even. You arenât sure when you became so comfortable in his presence, but you arenât about to question it. Youâre grateful for the lack of awkwardness.
An hour later, the last slice of pizza is finished. You volunteer to do the dishes, and Jungkook clears the table while you take up residence at the sink. Youâve tasked Trixie with gathering up her things so you can depart after youâve finished in the kitchen, and can hear her giggling off in the distance with Daeun. âThanks for hosting us today,â you murmur to Jungkook.
He chuckles, waving off your gratitude. âItâs no problem, seriously. I had a good time.â
You smile at him before returning to the dishes. Just as youâre putting away the last plate, the girls run back into the kitchenâTrixie with her backpack in tow.Â
âCan Daeun come to our house next time?â she asks, and you laugh.
âSure, jitterbug. Youâre welcome to come over whenever youâd like, Daeun.â
And with that, you and Trixie say your final goodbyes. You slip back into your shoes and grab your coats from the closet. Jungkook gives you directions for the easiest route out of the parking garage, and you thank him for what feels like the umpteenth time.
Youâre barely listening to your daughterâs ramblings as you climb into the driverâs seat and turn on the ignition. All you can think about is Jungkook and this strange, newfound warmth that stirs in your belly whenever he seeps into your thoughts.
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âYou wiped that part of the counter already.â
Trixieâs voice barely registers in your mind, but the washcloth in your hand slows nonetheless. Itâs a beautiful Saturday morning with hardly a cloud in the sky, and Jungkook and Daeun are due to arrive any minute. Youâve been cleaning for the past hour, and even though you know youâve already gone through the kitchen, you canât help yourself. This is the first time Jungkook will be seeing your humble abode, and youâostensiblyâwant to impress.
âBug, can you set the table?â
Trixie sighs dramatically, but complies nonetheless. Grabbing four plates, she places them down carefully before returning for four glasses. You join her at the table with a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, straightening out one of the striped blue placemats as you set it down beside the vase of flowers that serves as a centerpiece.Â
Youâve just started frying bacon when the doorbell rings. âGot it!â Trixie calls, darting to the door, and you listen as she enthusiastically greets your guests. A few seconds later, Jungkook rounds the corner with both girls, decked out in jeans and a gray cable-knit sweather and carrying a plain white cardboard box in his hands.Â
Curiously, you tilt your head. âMysterious box youâve got there.â
He laughs. âHello to you too.â Then he puts the box down and pops open the lid. âI brought my favorite bagelsâI hope thatâs okay. Didnât want to show up empty-handed.â
You smile at him. âOf course itâs okay. I was just planning on making some toast, but bagels are way beâŚâ You trail off as the bagels in question come into your view.Â
Perfectly golden, with a dusting of cinnamon sugar and streusel crumbles on top. Youâd recognize them anywhere.Â
â{Name}?â Jungkook sounds concerned. âAre you all right?â
You blink and shake your head, mind still whirring. âAre these from that coffee shop downtown? Bean There, Done That?âÂ
Jungkook nods. âYeah, have you been?â
You nod. âThis⌠this might sound crazy and I might be way off base. But do you stop there every morning for a bagel?â
Jungkook blinks. Then he blinks again, his lips parting wordlessly. A beat passes, and then another. âWait,â he finally manages, his voice a croak. âHang on. Is it⌠I mean, it canât be⌠can it?â
You reach into the drawer next to the stovetop and pull out a wad of pen-stained napkins. âDid you leave me these?â
For a few seconds, it seems like Jungkook can only gape at you. âHoly shit,â he finally breathes, before slapping a hand to his mouth with wide eyes and glancing around to make sure the girls arenât within earshot. âI was leaving you notes this whole time?â
You can only laugh in disbelief. âYou were the one taking my cinnamon streusel bagels?â
âHey, I wouldnât have taken them if youâd gotten there earlier,â he teases. Chuckling, he picks up a napkin note and uncrumples it, scanning across the text. âDamn. Small world, huh?â
âThe smallest,â you agree, mind reeling from this new development. Still chuckling, Jungkook steps past you to get to the stove, and you belatedly remember that the bacon is still sizzling in the pan as he picks up your tongs and carefully flips each strip.Â
âI kept your notes too,â he says after a moment. âI shoved both of them in my glovebox.â
You huff. âBoth. Yeah, okay, you beat me to the last bagel way more than I beat you. You donât have to rub it in, Jungkook.â
âOh, come on.â He grins, toothy and bright, and youâre momentarily distracted by the endearing prominence of his teeth. âI think I have to rub it in a little.â
âHmph. As long as itâs only a little,â you concede as you join him at the stove with another pan and begin scrambling eggs. Together, the two of you finish making breakfast, piling eggs onto one plate and bacon on another. You grab the bowl of fruit salad youâd prepared last night out of the fridge, and Jungkook grabs the box of bagels and calls for Daeun and Trixie to come eat. Then, he surprises you by sitting beside you, leaving the girls to sit next to each other on the opposite side of the table.
Breakfast is a relaxed affairâeven if Taco keeps trying to jump up on the table to steal some bacon. Youâve eaten several meals with Jungkook and Daeun since that first dinnerâusually at Jungkookâs apartment, but also once at the food court in your local natural history museum, where you took the girls to see the ocean exhibitâs penguin display. Since this is the final weekend before their group project is due on Monday, youâve promised to take them to the zoo to see real, live penguins and complete the last of their research. Both girls already have their backpacks packed and ready to go, and you task Jungkook with checking to make sure they have all their notes while you clean up in the kitchen.Â
Twenty minutes later, youâre on your way to the zoo. Jungkook has volunteered to drive, and you canât help but gape a little as he unlocks his sleek black Mercedes-Benz and opens up the passenger door to reveal cream-colored leather seats and shiny silver hardware. âWow,â you remark, catching his eye as he walks around to the driverâs side. âThis is like the Batmobile or something.â
âHardly,â he says with a laugh. âI wish I had rocket boosters and ejection seats. Thatâd be cool as hell.â
âDaddy!â Daeun gasps, scandalized. âThatâs a bad word!â
Jungkook has the decency to look properly abashed. âIâll put a dollar in the swear jar when we get home,â he promises before pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key. Satisfied, Daeun clambers into the backseat with Trixie on her heels, and Jungkook shoots you a conspiratorial little wink as he takes his own seat and starts up the engine.
The drive to the zoo takes only about fifteen minutes. Itâs already beginning to get crowded by the time you get there, but Jungkook still manages to find parking with little difficulty. Together, the two of you usher your daughters out of the car, reminding them not to run too far ahead when they immediately make a beeline for the entrance.Â
After a short wait in line to buy tickets, you finally make your way past the lion statues flanking the front gate. The wide concrete pathway leads to an open plaza where people are milling aboutâsome looking at the directory located at the far end while others rely on the colorful signpost in the center, reading through the various directional arrows before heading off to their destination. Along the edges of the plaza are a multitude of stallsâselling everything from footlong hot dogs to stuffed animals to cotton candy. Thereâs a couple of artists painting faces, too, and Daeun only has to give Jungkook one wide-eyed, pleading look before he caves and pulls out his wallet. Aghast, you try to protest, but he waves you off and sends them both off with some cash in hand.Â
âConsider it payment for all the bagels Iâve deprived you of,â he says, and you relent with a laugh.
Slowly, the two of you make your way around the plaza, making sure to keep a watchful eye on the girls at all times. Half an hour later, Trixie and Daeun come skipping back your way, their faces bright with colorful paint. Daeun has an intricate pink and blue butterfly, while Trixie has opted for the distinctive orange and black stripes of a tiger.Â
âDo you like it?â she asks, and you nod, bopping her fondly on her painted black nose.Â
âI donât just like it, jitterbug. I love it.â
Pleased, she rejoins Daeun, who has successfully diverted Jungkook to the cotton candy stand. Following after her, you hand the vendor your credit card to pay for both snacks before Jungkook can get a word in edgewise. Reluctantly, he tucks his wallet away, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him.
Once the girls have had their fill of the main plaza, the four of you head off in the direction of the penguin exhibit, stopping to look at the zebras and giraffes along the way. Photographs are snapped, and Trixie even flags down a nearby couple and asks them to take a photo of all four of you together. The girls jostle into place in front of the giraffe enclosure, and you suddenly find yourself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook, the warmth of his body radiating off of him like the sun in the sky. Your resulting smile feels forcedâespecially when the girl starts taking multiple photos from different anglesâbut gradually relaxes. And now, even as you enter the penguin exhibit, you canât stop sneaking glances at the last photo.Â
Because in it, you and Jungkook look like couple. Youâre standing close enough that anyone who saw it would construe it as a family photo, the two of you beaming with your giggling daughters in front of you, their arms draped over each otherâs shoulders.
Swallowing, you let your phone screen go dark and tuck it back into your pocket. Youâre coming up on the penguin exhibit now, and the girls can barely contain their excitement as they run ahead to the outermost edge of the enclosure where a massive glass wall allows for a clear view of the penguins swimming about underwater.
âTheyâre so fast!â Trixie exclaims. She stops at one of the numerous placards lining the glass wall, her little face scrunching as she slowly reads it out loud to Daeun. âIt says here some can swim over twenty miles an hour!â
As the girls pull out their notebooks and begin taking notes, you and Jungkook find an unoccupied bench near a rocky outcrop occupied by several bronze penguin statues. âLook,â Jungkook says, patting one of the upright penguins. âYou can see how many people have rubbed this little guyâs head. Itâs turned gold.â
âMust be good luck,â you remark, running a finger along the golden beak of another penguin. âOr maybe I should make a wish? I donât really know what this situation calls for.â
âIâm pretty sure you make wishes when you throw a coin into a fountain,â your companion replies, brushing a dark strand of hair off his forehead. âActually, I think I saw a fountain back there. Should we check it out later?â
âI donât think I have any change on me,â you reply, peeking into your purse to make sure. âSeriously, who even carries coins anymore?â
âNot me,â Jungkook agrees. âI do usually have at least a little cash on me, though. Itâs nice to have sometimes.â
âMm, yeah. You never know when youâll need it.â
Just then, Trixie and Daeun run up, gesturing toward the brown building at the very back of the enclosure. âThereâs a penguin movie playing over there!â Daeun says. âCan we go see it?â
âSure,â Jungkook says. âHow long is it?â
âI think it runs every twenty minutes,â you reply when Daeun frowns and scratches her head. âCome on. If Iâm remembering correctly, we should be able to see more penguins inside too.â
Daeun and Trixie beam. âCool!â they exclaim in unison, before galloping off and leaving you and Jungkook to follow after them as quickly as you can manage without breaking into a run yourselves.
Your memory proves correct, as you enter the brown building and immediately see that the walls inside are glass as well. A penguin dives off of a rocky island and into the clear blue water, and you watch as it goes all the way to the bottom of the pool before coming back up for air.Â
After doing a lap of the building, Daeun and Trixie decide to go into the theater to see the fifteen-minute short film. Meanwhile, you and Jungkook find a quiet little alcove near the entrance, chatting softly while watching the penguins behind the glass on the opposite wall.Â
âI havenât been to the zoo in ages,â Jungkook admits. âDaeâs mom used to always take her, though. They always came back with a stuffed animal from the gift shopâyou mightâve seen them in Daeunâs room, actually. She loves them.â
You nod. âI remember, yeah. Itâs quite an impressive collection.â Then you hesitate, gnawing on your bottom lip as you consider your next words and debate whether youâre being too nosy. âDaeunâs mom⌠can I ask what happened between you?â You pause, then quickly speak again. âAnd feel free to say no, obviously! You donât have to tell me if you donât want to. Iâm probably just poking my nose where it doesnât belong.â
Jungkook smiles at you, but thereâs a faraway quality to his gaze that wasnât there before. âNah, itâs okay. Thereâs really not much to tell, if Iâm honest. Evelyn and I, we started dating when we were nineteen. We got married at twenty-three, had Daeun a couple years later, and then one day we realized that weâd become entirely different people and that we werenât really in love anymore.â
âOh.â You arenât sure what else to say. âI-Iâm sorry to hear that.â
He shrugs and sighs, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. âNo need to be sorry; it was a mutual thing. Totally amicable. Weâre still friends, and weâre a pretty kickass co-parenting team too.â
The conversation continues, and you find out that Evelynâs job took her overseas last year. According to Jungkook, she currently lives with her new boyfriend, whoâs a little pretentious but completely harmless. And despite the six-hour time difference, Evelyn still finds the time to FaceTime Jungkook and Daeun every Sunday afternoon. Because of those calls, sheâs apparently heard all about you, tooâyouâre her favorite teacher, remember? heâd said with a laugh.
âWhat about you, then?â Jungkook glances over at you inquiringly, his eyebrows raised. âIs it my turn to pry?â
You can tell from the melodious lilt in his tone that heâs teasing. âMy storyâs far less interesting than yours,â you answer, fiddling with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. âI donât have an ex-partner or anything like that. Iâve just always wanted to be a mother, so one day I decided that I was going to do it. I used a donor, got pregnant, and here we are.â
Jungkook takes this in slowly, nodding. âDo you⌠I mean, do you know who your donor is? Have you met him?â
You shake your head. âNo, it was an anonymous thing. I got a profile and some information about his appearance and hobbies and stuff, but not much beyond that.â
âIââ Jungkook begins, before trailing off. âIâm sorry. Iâm asking too many questions. I donât know a whole lot about the sperm donor thing, but Iâm glad it worked out for you. Trixieâs an amazing kid.â
âShe is,â you murmur. âI love her more than anything.â
âAnd youâre an amazing mom.â Jungkookâs voice grows softer, and when you turn to look at him, he seems closer than he was before. âI donât know how you manage it all, teaching and parenting. But you do, and itâs incredible. Youâre incredible.â
You arenât sure who leans in first. All you know is that one moment, youâre staring into Jungkookâs earnest brown eyes, and then in the next, youâre kissing him.
It starts soft. Cautious, even. His lips press against yours gently, once, before he pulls back for a breath. You can feel him exhale, the warmth fanning your cheeks. And then you pull him back in by his collar, fisting one hand in the knit material and finding the soft hair at his nape with the other.Â
Time slows to a standstill. Jungkook groans against your lips, and you feel the way it rumbles through his chest, the sensation sinking into your skin and settling straight in your core. His hands find your hips, and you wind both arms around his neck to pull him closer.Â
And then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, time starts ticking again. Reality crashes down around you in the form of familiar, boisterous voices rapidly heading your way. You and Jungkook only barely manage to untangle yourselves before Trixie and Daeun round the corner of the alcove, chattering excitedly about all the new penguin facts theyâve learned.Â
âCan we go to the petting zoo next?â Trixie asks, seemingly oblivious to your lingering embarrassment at nearly being caught.
Awkwardly, you clear your throat. At your side, Jungkook is faring no better, shuffling his feet and refusing to make eye contact. âYeah, sure, bug,â you finally manage when you find your voice again. âLead the way.â
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Monday dawns cloudy and gray. The weather app on your phone promises thunderstorms later in the afternoon, but that isnât enough to dampen your mood one bit. Instead, you thumb back over to your messages, your heart skipping a beat when you see the text still sitting at the very top.
[6:54am] Jungkook Jeon: Make sure to stop by bean there, done that before school. Left you a surprise ;)Â
Taking a deep breath, you type out a response:
[6:56am] You: Iâm a little scared. Should I be scared?
His answer comes in immediately. Nah. Itâs a good surprise, I promise.
[6:58am] You: Sure it is⌠đ¤¨
Biting back a grin, you tuck your phone into your bag and head toward the front door of your apartment, nearly tripping over Taco along the way, who has chosen that moment to start slinking between your legs.Â
âReally, Taco?â you ask the unperturbed calico cat at your feet. âWhat if I fell and cracked my head open? Who would feed you then, huh?â
As usual, Taco merely gives you an unimpressed look before flicking her tail and wandering off. Sighing, you call for Trixie to hurry up before turning to check your appearance in the mirror leaning against the wall of the entryway. Itâs a large, vintage pieceâa gold-framed, flea market find that you treasure dearly and swear makes you look good no matter how awful you might feel.
Satisfied, you hike your bag higher on your shoulder and smooth down the lapels of your coat. Trixie rounds the corner and gives herself a quick once-over too, and you give her a thumbs-up. âReady, bug?â
âYup!â she replies, tightening her grip on her and Daeunâs projectâa carefully constructed shoebox diorama that shows a group of penguins in their natural icy habitat.Â
âLetâs go, then.â Opening the front door, you let her through before locking it up behind you. Together, you head out to the car, and Trixie ensures that her diorama is completely secured in the seat beside her while you check your mirrors and turn on the ignition.
The drive to Bean There, Done That! takes only about ten minutes. Jin waves cheerily when he spots you walking up to the counter, but his face positively lights up when he sees Trixie is with you. He absolutely adores your daughterâTrixie loves him tooâand on the occasional instance youâve had to call on him to babysit, the two of them always end up stuffed with food on the couch and giggling over bad puns.
âWhat can I get you, maâam?â Jin asks, directing the question at Trixie, who beams at him before turning to look at you with pleading eyes.
âCan I have a double chocolate cookie?â
âThat⌠actually sounds really good,â you admit. âMake that two. And Jin, did someone leave something here for me earlier?â
Jin grins. âThought youâd never ask. This here is from one Mr. Jungkook Jeon.â Reaching beneath the counter, he pulls out a box and watches as you open the lid to reveal half a dozen cinnamon streusel bagels with a neatly folded napkin on top. Unfolding it, you can only laugh at the words written on it:
Hope you have a mug-nificient day!
âJust so you know, he stole that line from me,â Jin says with a sniff. âIâm not letting him take the credit.â
âDuly noted,â you tell him, trying and failing to hide your smile as you look down at the note again. After a couple beats, Jin clears his throat, and you glance up to see that heâs grinning like the Cheshire Cat.Â
âSooo,â he begins slowly, dragging out the single syllable, âI imagine you want a fresh napkin and a pen, unless⌠are you going to see Mr. Jungkook Jeon at some point?â
You shrug, feigning nonchalance as best you can. âTrixie was paired with his daughter for a school project, so weâve been meeting up for the past few weeks so they can work on it. Now that thatâs over with⌠I donât really know. Weâre both pretty busy.â
Jin scoffs. âThatâs a lame excuse, especially since heâs clearly flirting with you. Andââ
Unfortunately, Trixie interrupts before he can finish his sentence, skipping back over from where she had been examining the pastry display cases along the wall. âCan I have a lemon bar?â
You fix her with a stern look. âYou already asked for the double chocolate cookie, remember? The lemon bars can wait until next time.â Then you turn back to Jin, reaching into your bag for your wallet. âWe should probably get to school, anyhow. What do I owe you?â
âNot a thing,â he replies, handing over a paper bag with your cookies and a bottle of apple juice. âItâs already been taken care of.â
From the wink he sends your way, you know that it must have been Jungkook who doled out the extra cash for your breakfast. âThanks, Jin,â you reply, handing Trixie the cookies and juice before accepting the cup of coffee he hands over. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âPleasure doing business with ya,â is his response. Trixie waves goodbye, and together, the two of you head back out to the car. Itâs started drizzling since you arrived, and you thank your lucky stars that youâd managed to snag a parking spot right up front.
Your daughter seems to be deep in thought as you help her buckle her seatbelt, her lips pursed in concentration. Then, out of nowhere, she asks:
âDo you like Mr. Jeon?â
You nearly choke. âW-what?â
âMr. Jeon,â she repeats patiently, and youâre thankful that sheâs not looking at youâinstead, sheâs focused on the raindrops splashing against the window and racing each other down the glass. âYou spent a bunch of time with him when Daeun and I were doing school stuff. Whatâd you do?â
âAdult stuff,â you reply, before cursing inwardly at the potential implication behind your words. âMostly, I spent my time grading homework. And he had some things to do for work, too.â
Trixie hums, apparently satisfied with this answer. âHeâs nice,â she declares. âHe buys us food and he has a cool house.â
âSure,â you agree. âHeâs a very nice man.â
And with that settled, you finish buckling her in her seat. Shutting the back door, you suck in a deep, calming breath before circling around to the driverâs side and setting off on the familiar route to Hybe Academy.
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â... Miss {L/N}, are you listening?â
You blink and sit up a little straighter in your chair. âYes, of course. Please go on.â Hastily, you scribble down a few random words, hoping that will placate the parent sitting across from you. Itâs parent-teacher conference weekâand youâre beyond grateful that itâs Friday night as Mrs. Greene rambles on and on about how the school isnât doing enough for her precious baby boy. Sheâs talking about how the school day should be extended nowâor at least how teachers should watch after the children whose parents canât pick them up right at three-thirty. I donât understand why itâs so difficult to understand. I mean, my husband is a very busy man, and I have my own business to run. I canât be expected to drop everything in the middle of a client meeting to come pick Derrick upâŚ
It takes everything in you not to snap at her. You know for a fact that her âbusinessâ is selling bejeweled keychains on Etsyâand that theyâre incredibly poorly made, if the reviews are anything to go by. Instead, you bite your tongueâhard enough to taste metalâand remind her that the schoolâs operating hours are not for you to decide.Â
After what feels like an eternity, the clock strikes seven, marking the end of her reserved time block. Standing up, you shake her hand and wish her a pleasant evening before opening your planner and checking to see if you have any more meetings. Your parents have Trixie for the night and thereâs a bottle of wine on your kitchen counter calling your name, and you cannot wait to get home and relax in the bath with a glass. Maybe, you think, Iâll even do a face mask.
The final name written in your planner stops you in your tracks. You havenât seen him in over a weekânot since that Monday when he left you half a dozen bagels at the coffee shop. The girls had insisted on meeting up that evening to celebrate turning their project in, so youâd all gone to a popular taco joint.Â
And then thereâs a knock on your door, the three raps pulling you right out of your musings.
Silhouetted there in the doorframe is Jungkook Jeon, decked out in a polished charcoal suit and wearing a smile that makes your insides lurch dangerously in your chest. His dark hair is parted on the side, and you catch the slightest glimpse of his brow piercing glinting behind the hair thatâs loose across his forehead. âHi,â he says, his voice low, and you have to remind yourself that itâs impolite to stare as you find your voice.
âHi yourself.â
He grins, baring the adorably prominent front teeth that you hate to admit youâve grown rather fond of. âYou look like you werenât expecting me.â
âOh, no. I just wasnât expecting you on time,â you retort, gesturing to the plastic chair sitting across from your desk. âYour track record is questionable, at best.â
Jungkook grimaces. âYeah, sorry about that. I made sure to leave plenty early this time, just in case I ran into traffic. Or if Bobby decided to corner me in the elevator againâthat guy really doesnât know when to shut up.â He pauses. âWait, I told you about him, right? Works on the development team, owns one singular tie? Balding but tries to hide it with a bad combover?â
âThat rings a bell,â you reply. âThe tie is red and Christmas-themed, right?â
âSure is.â Jungkook chuckles. âI thought they mightâve been polka dots the first time I met him, but nope. Christmas ornaments, even in the middle of July.â
You laugh. âOdd fashion choice.â
âSeriously. Donât even get me started on the rest of his clothes,â Jungkook says, shaking his head. âHere, letâs change the subject. Have you eaten yet?â
You gesture around your classroom, artificially lit with fluorescent light even as the sun begins to dip closer to the horizon. âNope. I mean, I had about twenty minutes between the end of the school day and the start of my first meeting, so I scarfed down an apple in the break room. But that was hours ago.â
âPerfect.â At your look of disbelief, he chortles and quickly amends his phrasing. âSorry, I just mean that Iâve got you covered. Here, look.â And he begins pulling things out of a paper bag that you hadnât noticed him carrying before. Crackers, sliced baguette, an assortment of cured meats and cheeses, grapes. He produces a bottle of wine next, and you very nearly start clapping.Â
The last thing he pulls out is a single red rose, his smile soft and warm and dizzyingly affectionate as he presents it to you. âIâwow.â You arenât sure what to say. âThank you. I⌠I feel like I shouldâve prepared something. Stolen an apple for you from the teacherâs lounge, at least.â
Jungkook snorts. âWell, hereâs something you can help me out with. I donât actually have glasses for the wine. Totally spaced and forgot that weâd need them. Any ideas?â
Youâre on your feet before he can even finish asking. âI teach elementary schoolers, Mr. Jeon. I always have cups.âÂ
Making your way to the cabinet by the window, you grab a box of little paper cups and pull out two. Jungkook accepts them when you hand them over, and you watch as he unscrews the cap on the wine bottle before pouring out two generous helpings. Together, you lay out the food heâs brought, spreading it across whatever empty space there is on your desk. âCheers,â Jungkook says once youâve both taken your seats again, raising his paper cup to tap against yours.
âCheers.â
For a moment, there is silence as you both take a drink. Then Jungkook speaks, glancing up at you as he carefully begins crafting himself a mini salami and cheese sandwich. âSo, where does Trixie stay while youâre doing all these meetings? Do your parents have her?â
You nod, taking another much-needed sip of wine. âYeah, my mom picked her up after school. They actually have her until Sundayâmy dadâs going to teach her how to fish tomorrow, and then I think theyâre going to build a pillow fort.â
Jungkook chuckles around a mouthful of gouda. âI love a good pillow fort. Dae insists on building one at least once a week, and at this point, Iâm honestly surprised there isnât one permanently in her bedroom.â
Grinning, you reach for a cracker and some cheese. âTaco manages to destroy every pillow fort Trixie and I try to make. She either decides itâs a trampoline, or that itâs a good time to start scratching everything she can reach. We canât win.â
âSounds like you need better defenses,â Jungkook replies, waggling his eyebrows. âThat, or you can come over whenever you need a pillow fort fix. Iâm sure Dae and Trixie would create something truly epic together. I mean, that penguin diorama was pretty fucking cool, wasnât it?â
âVery fucking cool,â you agree, and both of you burst into laughter.
Deep blue twilight settles outside as the two of you continue chatting over your makeshift meal. The cheese begins to dwindle, only a few lonely grapes remain on their stems, and when you go to top of your wine, you realize thereâs less than a quarter of the bottle left.Â
âWow, we really put a dent in this thing,â you remark, holding it out for Jungkook to see. âAnd itâs already dark out. The time kind of got away from us, huh?â
âYou wonât catch me complaining,â Jungkook replies, tipping the last of his drink into his mouth. âIâm enjoying spending time with you.â
You canât help but smile at his earnest honesty. âMe too.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then you rise from your seat. At the same time, Jungkook stands up from his chair on the other side of the desk, making his way around to meet you halfway. And then his mouth is on yours, warm and firm in a way that makes your heart do a backflip before plunking straight into your churning stomach.
Jungkookâs hands find your hips, palming along the flowy material of your dress before finding a resting place just above the soft curve of your rear. Your fingers delve into the soft hair at his nape to tug him closer, and he groans against your lips when your nails rake across his scalp. Slowly, he begins trailing kisses from the line of your jaw down to the column of your neck, pausing to lavish attention on any spots that make you gasp or squirm in his grasp.
The growing hardness against your lower belly is growing more and more evident with each passing second. Deliberately, you slide one hand down his chest, admiring the toned ridges of his abdomen that you can feel through his white shirt, before making your way down past his silver belt buckle. Jungkook inhales sharply when you cup his hardening cock through the charcoal material of his slacks, and, emboldened, you thumb across the head and relish in his resulting groan.
Any caution you may have had is thrown to the wind. Adjusting your grip, you shiver when you realize that heâs now fully hard beneath your fingertips, his erection thick and hot through the fabric. You try and visualize what it looks like underneath it allâthe color of the flared head, the veins that run along it, the curve of the shaft, if there is one. And then you realize that you donât have to imagineâyou can look. You can rip his clothes off and explore every inch of his body in the way youâve been itching to since you first kissed at the zoo last week. Your hands scrabble for his belt buckle, fumbling with the silver prong embedded in its notch.
âW-wait.â Jungkookâs hand lands over yours, and you note the breathlessness in his voice with satisfaction. âI⌠this is probably cheesy, but this isnât how I pictured this happening. Not that I donât like whatâs happening, but I just⌠Iâd like to take you out first. On a proper date, I mean. Without our girls in the next room, or down the hall, or in the museum playplace wreaking havoc.â
âThat does sound nice,â you admit. âActually, Iâd really enjoy that. I havenât been on a proper date in years.â
âLetâs do it, then,â Jungkook says. âMy babysitterâs already been paid to watch Daeun until midnight, and your parents have Trixie. This is kinda perfect.â
You canât help itâyou drag your thumb across the head of his still-hard cock again and revel in the way his breath hitches just a little bit in his throat. âMidnight?â you query with an innocent tilt of your head. âWere you expecting something to happen tonight?â
âHoping,â he replies with a cheeky grin. âAnd wait, let me ask you out properly. It just wouldnât feel right otherwise.â
Confused, you let him stand from his seat and slip around you to retrieve the paper bag on the ground. Understanding dawns when he reaches inside and grabs a napkin, and you watch on in amusement as he takes a pen from the cup on your desk and begins writing. And after a few seconds, he wordlessly presents this to you:
Drinks? Dinner? Maybe dessert? ;)
And you can only laugh. âGame on, mister.â
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These are all the characters' 'base' colours! For each blue/pink/purple scene I'd put the corresponding blue/pink/purple colour (seen at the bottom of the first image) at 100% Soft Light over them (with a clipping mask) to tint them appropriately C:
I made sooo many character designs for this amv haha; usually different/side characters don't show up as much in my amvs that I honestly just make them up on the spot lol. But this time a lot of side characters appeared multiple times so I actually designed them out beforehand (and I started to have fun drawin lil guys hehe)
Oh yea forgor: the lil note beside Darktail's eye; I originally wanted the lake to be blue to match the symbolic colour of Needle's like despair n stuff, But through the course of making the amv I realized I wanted the lake she drowns in to be purple because she's doing it for Violetpaw!! So in the amv the water ended up being blue for just a moment when Dark pushes her underwater, then back to its purple :')
And the second BTS is the sketches for the thumbnail! I started in my sketchbook to brainstorm n then moved it over to digital (that digital sketch needle has like one paw raised but then i was like. That looks weird lol)
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#warrior cats#wc#warriors#needletail#violetshine#darktail#alderheart#avos#a vision of shadows#ko-fi#bts#die young needletail amv#Uh oh time to tag all those characters:#Rain#Onestar#Smoke#(sort of for those two?? they're just sketches I made them just to figure out how Darktail might look with those two as parents)#nettle#flame#raven#mistcloud#beenose#sleekwhisker#berryheart#yarrowleaf#juniperclaw#zelda#loki#twigbranch#test
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Chimney and Tommy's reactions whenever their parents-in-law visit: đđ
#i am very bored#hence this post#if maddie and buck were a united front#chim and tommy would be each other's support system against the in-laws#tommy kinard#howard chimney han#chimney han#evan âbuckâ buckley#maddie buckley#tevan#bucktommy#kinley#911 abc#buckley parents#screengrab from that BTS reel Kenny or the 911 abc account posted don't remember who#911 shitpost#lou ferrigno jr#kenneth choi#madney
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Half questioning my memory of the post s4 era, half side eying a certain character, so correct me if Iâm wrong, but I donât think there was ever a time when the Buddie fandom fully took the single âEvanâ from the season 4 finale as Eddie receiving âEvanâ privileges from then on. From my recollection, fics stayed mostly consistent with their uses of âEvanâ by Eddie, perhaps just with an emphasis on important moments (love confessions, Christopherâs adoption papers, wedding vows, NDEs, etc.) after the finale. And I had to stop myself from wondering why that is because I know why. We all know. Because nobody wanted to use âEvanâ in fics when Buck had just told his parents that people who know him call him Buck. So Buddie fandom heard that, accepted it, and uses it only sparingly. In canon and fanon, even Maddie only rarely uses âEvanâ anymore, and it feels even less common for her to use post-Buck Begins (if at all, actually). So the fact that Tommy and BT fans tend to use âEvanâ (at least, this has been my experience) is so utterly jarring. Buck told everyone his preference, and I believe LFJ has spoken about being told to use only âEvanâ when referring to Buck, so I simply do not understand anyone who believes that BT is in love already or endgame. Yes, it could go the âBuck gave Tommy âEvanâ privileges off-screenâ route, but then why push it off-screen? It would be a major allowance made for a new love interest, and a significant step in Buckâs character arc. Yet we see nothing of the sort. So why would anyone believe thatâs what happened? The last we heard, Buck had told his parents and everyone else to call him Buck exclusively, with the minimal exception of Maddie (who was, for most of his childhood, his one and only lifeline and confidant). That sort of history and characterization is not ignored if there is not something very wrong with the writersâ room. It was not even ignored by a significant portion of the fandom post-season 4, although Eddie gaining permanent âEvanâ privileges wouldâve been a strong indicator of a Buddie endgame (had an on-screen explanation of Eddie gaining this privilege been released). It was not ignored, and it did not change the nature of Buck in fic nor fanon. So why in hell is the same not holding true for a brand new relationship like BT?
#buddie#apologies for the rant#it just annoys me#that for 3 years this facet of Buckâs was understood and accepted by basically the entire fandom#but enter T and suddenly people are using âEvanâ like Buck didnât literally walk through fire every single day of his life to keep from#being known as his parentsâ âEvanâ again#this was literally not a problem before this past season and now everry time I see âEvanâ used in fics I cringe#soemtimes even when itâs Maddie or Eddie using it in a canon/character-aligned way#itâs the very definition of YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS CHARACTER to my brain#anti tommy kinard#anti tevan#anti bucktommy#anti bummy#anti bt#evan buckley#eddie diaz#and like#who cares if T is using it in canon???#heâs literally known Buck for all of 5 months at MOST#this is not a case of endgame ship getting privileges regarding each other that others donât#this is a case of T and BT stand not understanding Buck as a character or person#even watching the whole show does not absolve someone of this weirdness because why is anyone following the lead of Tree 6 on anything Buck#maddie buckley han#maddie han#maddie buckley#btw if youâre a BT who somehow stumbled on this post despite like 4 anti tags that are easily filtered - just walk away#I am but an annoyed buddie fan who thinks that watching this show for deeper stories#is better than latching on to the newest white boy of the month#911#911 abc
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless skyâs âi am tired of making a religion out of my sufferingâ.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
#fatima aamer bilal#i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering#poetry#yearning#longing#parent issues#childhood#girlhood#poeticstories#art#book quotes#poetry collection#literature#lit#web weave#typography#bts#book quotations#fantasy#poem#prose#franz kafka#sylvia plath#lana del rey#mitski#hozier#self loathing#pheobe bridgers#dark academia#mahmoud darwish
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Now that itâs officially the end of (season 1đ¤) The Ones Who Live. Let me share some of my favs BTS of themâ¤ď¸âđĽđ¤§
#danai gurira#andrew lincoln#dandy#rick grimes#michonne grimes#the walking dead#richonne#twd the ones who live#the ones who live#i canât believe this is the end#i need more of this#give me my parents back#i adore them#iâm already missing them#bts#towl bts#towl
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âđâËâš bbydaddy!jk âđâËâš *nsfw*
series m.list // taglist request closed
đˇď¸ permanent taglist: @joonsjuice @pamzn @defzcl @maryy1300 @whoa-jo @taetaecatboy @jksusawife @un06 @firesighgirl @rrosiitas @butterymin @parkinglot-nights @musicjournalsjdb @kissyfacekoo @jkslvsnella @vampcharxter @bloopkook @somehowukook @bbystarcandykoo
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN | SERIESÂ
Excuse me for spelling the chapter number wrong, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to change it.
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ch. 3
Ch. 4
Ch. 5
Ch. 6
Ch. 7
Ch. 8
Ch. 9
Ch. 10
Ch. 11
Ch. 12
Ch. 13
Ch. 14 (End)
When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel
Pairing:Â Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! Ă fem!reader!virgin!princessÂ
Word count:Â 2.4k
Rating:Â 18+
Genre +Â warnings:Â Fluff, smut, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, and just being his sexy self. Possessive over his princess. Happily ever after with a fluffy and spicy scene involved. They have one more person in the family. Just a happy emotional ending. The story isnât real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!
a/n:Â The long waited epilogue is here. I hope it's not too sloppy. I know it's pretty short, sorry. \: Haven't have time to publish it earlier because of health issues but I wanted to end the series finally so you don't need to wait longer! Enjoy .
TEN MONTHS LATER
Jungkook POV
Leaning back in the chair, he felt exhausted from the paperwork which needed to be done because of his kingdom's new adjustments and changes since his wife started living with him so if he wanted this place to be peaceful for her health, he needed to get it sorted out.
It meant better security around the castle and banning all the people who wanted him gone from the throne. It was hard work for several months but it was time to be able to breathe better once he finishes everything.
Massaging his neck, he felt stiff after working so much in the office all day. He already missed his wife and the little sunshine.
He smiled at the thought.
She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and he was grateful for her giving him such a gift. He had his wife's blue eyes, father's nose but already growing small wings which was surprising considering the fact his wife is just a human. He at least inherited something from his world too and he was glad that the baby boy will have freedom to fly like his father can.
His love for her was so strong that he even rejected his position as guardian angel from heavens above.
It was not a hard decision. He already knew he will have Y/n by his side for eternity but the high angel council was disappointed in him to lose his powers because of a human. Months later they started to see that they can't do anything to change his mind so they allowed him to live on earth and still have his wings at least for protection.
Now he had people to depend on. A beautiful family by his side and he couldn't be happier.
The link with his wife allowed him to feel her emotions and as he sat there, thinking about her, the distress was getting stronger than usual. He didn't understand why.
Mindlinking her, he sent her his thoughts.
"Are you awake, my love?"
His question was left unanswered so it meant that she is sleeping because it was late at night already.
Immediately standing up, he took his cloak as well as his sword and headed out of the door. He needed to find out what's wrong with her.
His royal adviser Minho, the fallen angel was already waiting by his chambers when he bowed to his king," Your Majesty."
"My wife. Is she inside?"
"Uh, yes. She hasn't been outside for several hours so I assume the young prince also is inside."
He furrowed his eyebrows," And you are informing me only now?" he glared at him, his eyes blazing with emotions.
Minho bowed again, trembling in fear," I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It will not happen again."
"You better. Now leave," dismissing him, he went inside his chambers.
Leaving the cloak and the sword on a small wooden bench by the door, he went further inside, only just to stop in his tracks.
His wife was sleeping on a rocking chair, holding their baby boy, both were dreaming about something but the look on his wife's face worried him.
Is she ill? She was sweating.
Silently approaching them, he took his son in his arms when she blinked her tired eyes open," Jungkook?"
"Hey, love," he softly whispered and leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling her face burning," Do you have a fever?" His concern was obvious.
She shook her head and just closed her eyes. That alarmed him.
Taking his son to the nursery room, he put him inside the crib to sleep, kissing his the crown of his head," Goodnight, Fin. I will go take care of mommy so sleep well my sweet boy," in response, the the baby boy just murmured something in his sleep.
Smiling, he went back to the living quarters to see Y/n in the same position as before.
He gently picked her up as soon as he reached the bed, putting her on the middle pillow where she usually slept in. It was strange that she wasn't moving at all. He could feel that she was burning, distressed about something.
Completely undressing from his attire, she didn't even resist when he pulled all of her clothes off so she isn't hot under the covers.
"Sweetheart, darling, are you sick?" His worried hushed tone made her whimper when she burrowed herself in his arms, suddenly shivering like she was cold.
This won't do.
Lifting her up in his arms again, he carried her towards the big bathroom where the biggest bath was located in their private space that they used for whenever they were together or for times when one of them has a headache. There was also a special medicine cabinet in case either of them have an emergency.
When he entered the bathroom, he quickly placed her inside the huge tub. Turning the tap for warm water, he let it run into the tub filling it up until it was nearly at the top. Then he turned off the water and added some smelling herbs for her to heal the body faster and possibly temperature will drop to normal again.
Taking the medicine for the headache and fever in the small bowl, he put it beside the tub for easier access.
Sliding behind her, he pulled her naked body between his legs, hugging her to his chest, her hair already wet and sticky against her skin. Gathering it together, he tucked her hair in front of her over her left shoulder so they doesn't tickle his nose that much.
Kissing her neck slowly, he takes one medicine pill and gently tips her head up with his hand beneath her chin, his fingers resting against her throat in a gentle hold," Open your mouth, baby."
Her tired eyes open with little strength as she obediently opens her mouth. Smiling at her, he slips the pill between her lips," Suck it gently. It's has a sweet taste to swallow better," he explains.
He watches her tongue wrap around the pill as she starts to suck it and he felt proud that she managed to keep it inside of her mouth so long before finally swallowing.
"Good girl," he coos, running his fingers through her long, silky hair and massaging the soft scalp.
She snuggled closer to him, nuzzling against him making him chuckle at her cuteness," Are you sleepy yet? You've probably been tired of nursing our son all the time and I haven't even checked your health. I'm sorry for failing you," he dropped his head against her shoulder in guilt.
Like a good wife she always is, Y/n lifts her hand over his head, massaging his hair gently," It's okay, Jungkook. I'm fine now because of you."
"No, it's not. You deserve more," he said as she moved away slightly and looked at him with sad blue orbs.
His heart clenched as he noticed how pale she was and how thin she has gotten over the past few months. "I promise I will spend time with you and our son more often now. It's just my duties require so much work that I..."
"It's okay, Jungkook. I know. You're the best husband and king in the world. To me you're perfect in every aspect. Times can get rough sometimes but that's why we are here for each other to support and help in the times of need. Being parents are not easy but I'm glad to be here with you, with our baby living the best life every woman could ask for. You've given me the world and I love you for that," her eyes are full of love for him and he can't help but feel tears forming in his eyes. It was hard to breathe for a moment.
He still couldn't believe that she belongs to him. This beautiful woman was his forever. And so is the son she gave birth to.
Taking her cheek, he seals his mouth over her inviting rosy lips, the tears escaping his eyes in silent waterfall. His emotions were too strong, too overwhelming.
The link between them showed him that she is really telling the truth. She loved him unconditionally and always would.
"I love you," his breath shuddered in fear to lose her, afraid to look away from her beautiful, soulful blue eyes.
As if reading his mind, she cupped his face between her hands, caressing his cheeks lovingly with her thumbs. Her eyes filled with joy and warmth which brought him happiness as well as relief.
A soft smile appeared on her lips," I love you too."
He never cried. Never. The life before made him grow up with nerves of steel but now the thought of something happening to her and his son, the thought of losing them scared him beyond belief.
But this time it happened. Everything came crashing down in a matter of seconds and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Not when she told him that she loves him. Forgives him for not caring enough about her feelings or health issues.
He was shaking uncontrollably as he held her tighter. His eyes shut tightly while he sobbed uncontrollably in her embrace.
She was ill so he didn't wanted to burden her with worry for him but she just held him tightly back, slowly straddling his lap, kissing him with all of her last energy from how tired she was but it was like she doesn't care. The only important thought was reassuring him, to show him how much she loves him.
Pulling slightly back, his eyes were blurry from the crying, probably red when he rested his forehead against hers," You're my whole world, Y/n. You and Fin are the most precious souls in my heart right now. I'm so happy that you chose me," his smile is brighter and this time his wife is holding her tears back but failing miserably when she starts crying and laughing.
When she calms down, she looks at him," We are such sappy fools."
He chuckles at that," You're right. We are a mess. But only with you," he says in a low voice and suddenly realizes their position when her clit slides against his hardness.
"Fuck," the feel of her wet slit against his throbbing cock makes him drop his head back on the edge of the tub.
"Baby...If you don't want me to fuck you right here, I suggest you to leave the tub. I'm really hard because of you," he whispers in husky voice, watching her carefully for her reaction.
She still blushes even after all these months together, even after giving birth, she always seem shy when he talks to her dirty.
"Sweetheart," his plead was enough to make her lift her hips in encouragement as she hid her face in his shoulder.
"All right," she breathes and that's what it took to grab her hips and push his length inside of her, sinking deep enough to feel her walls contracting against his length. He groans at the feeling that they're connected by nothing but skin and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist keeping her close to himself as he pulls out only a tiny bit then thrust back in with a strong thrust before taking her again.
"Jungkook ah," she whines in pain as he moves fast and harder.
Not able to take any more, he grabs her ass as he leans forward, lifting her body up high above the surface of the tub, spreading her legs enough to split her in two, causing both of them to moan loudly at their new position.
'Fucking hell! I can't stop myself. She feels amazing. Too good to be true. So beautiful.
"I'm so sorry, love. I can't help myself," he chokes out while pulling out to come deep inside of her once more.
Y/n throws her head back, screaming his name.
With an angry grunt, Jungkook pushes harder into her, grunting again in pleasure at the feeling of being filled, filling her until his balls hurt but he can't find any ounce of self control because of her and her smell, her taste.
He couldn't help the loud, guttural noises as his cock jerks against her, pumping so powerfully inside of her and he knows it's coming soon.
He knew that Fin is sleeping two rooms away but fuck, she felt incredibly good and he had to make sure this moment stays between them until they reach heaven and the end of their journey.
Pushing himself deeper inside of her, he holds her tighter to him, his body trembling with ecstasy. His eyes closed tight and he grunts louder, almost moaning," Come for me, Y/n..."
His thrusts became harsher, his grib beneath her ass leaving bruises but her moans only intensified as he comes faster and deeper into her, feeling how she clenches around him and the way his seed bursts inside her with one powerful thrust.
Silencing her last scream with his mouth, his tongue diving between her hot lips, he felt almost feverish as she when they both began to feel tired from the powerful orgasm. His thick forearms held her in the air till he slipped out of her, both of their cum dripping out in the water.
Lowering her back into his lap, she clings to him tightly, breathing heavily against his ear.
"You're incredible," he kisses her neck.
"And you're insane," she giggles softly, still out of breath," I feel like Fin will wake up after this because of us."
"Well, not my fault that my cock feels so good that you scream and beg for it more," teasing her, she only blushed but with a smile on her face.
Closing his eyes, he hugs her to him again before they go to the bed.
Not soon after there was crying heard outside and his beautiful wife pokes him in the ribs," Told you."
He rolls his eyes but chuckles," Yeah, yeah, yeah but this time you go to bed. I will take care of him, okay?"
She looks worried," But,-"
The stern look shuts her up when he kisses her temple," No, you need to rest. End of discussion."
"Fine. But come to bed after, will you? I miss your warmth," she pouts.
Kissing her one more time, Jungkook promises her," Always, Ms. Jeon. My queen.â
Since he was born, his duty was to protect Y/n and now he was glad that she has chosen him.
He will always love her and that will never change.
THE END
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⨠HANNArchive BTS Fic Recs â¨
A little collection of my favorite fics Iâve read over the past year. Please go support the writers. âŁ
â°Â Clingy by @bonny-kookoo (Series, ongoing) WolfHybrid!JK x OtterHybrid!Reader. Smut, angst, fluff? Strangers to ??Â
â° A Sea of Indigo by foxymoxy(Ao3) / @foxymoxynoona (Series, 48 chapters, 240k words) PitbullHybrid!JK x HumanNurse!Reader. Angst, fluff, smut.Â
â also check out this drabble(tumblr) (3k) and the sequel A Beautiful Beyond (AO3 / tumblr) (14.3k)
â° Pi Gasu by @jungk0oksthighs (Series, ongoing) Vampire!JK x Donor!Reader. Angst, smut, romance. Â â Â Obsessed with this!! Iâm down bad for this jungkook fr. Havenât been this into a vampire fic in forever. (Not sure itâll get finished tho, as the author donât seem to be active anymore. I still enjoyed it tho)
ⰠLong Way Home by @sparklingchim (Series, 49.5k (+ drabbles) ) Single Dad!JK x Best Friend!Reader. Angst, fluff, smut.
ⰠAlpha Jeon by @pbandjk (Series, 87k) Werewolf AU, Alpha!JK x Luna!Reader. Angst, fluff, smut.
ⰠObsidian by @kpopfanfictrash (Series) Warlock!Tae x Witch!Reader. Enemies to lovers. Angst, smut, fluff.
â° Evocation by @bonny-kookoo (Series) Dragon!JK x Dragon!Reader. Angst, fluff, smut.
ⰠFragile by @augustbutwinter (drabble, 681 words) Jimin x Reader, established relationship. Hurt/comfort.
â°Â Of Bears and Bonds by @yoonia (One shot, 19k words) Bear!Jin x Witch!Reader. Angst, fluff, smut.
â° Someone to Love by @lubdubsworld (One shot, 6k) Werewolf AU, Alpha!JK x Omega!OC. Angst, fluff, mild smut.
â° Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash (Series) Mafia AU, JK x Reader. Angst, smut, fluff.
#fic recs#HA fic recs#bts fic recs#bts au#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#bts fic rec list#hybrid bts#vampire bts#bts x reader#single parent#single dad!kook#best friend!reader#f2l
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