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àčàŁ âbbydaddy!jk àčàŁ â
exes au ; *nsfw* | ongoing
(1) // (2) // (3) // (4) // (5) // (6) // (7) // (8) // (9) // (10) // (11) // (12) // (13) // (14) // (15) // (16) // (17) // (18) // (19) // (20) end
continuation ;
(21) // (22) // (23) // (24) // (25) // (26) // (27) // (28) // (29) // (30)
+ jkâs birthday
+ facetime call
+ goodnight kisses
+ future
... TBA
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accidental pregnancy au ; *nsfw* | ongoing
(1) // (2) // (3) // (4) // (5) // (6) // (7) // (8) // (9) // (10) // (11) // (12) // (13) // (14) // (15) end
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pairing:Â Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (and always ot7)
summary: It's finally happened, you're living your dream. You've landed the job of your wildest fantasies, doing it beside someone who means a hell of a lot to you. It's only been a few months, but it's been pretty easy to settle into this way of life- the constant on the go, the always working, the barely sleeping. Your relationship has been flourishing as well, you and Yoongi working together better than ever... It seems, until now.
words:Â 5.5k
warnings:Â none for this part, still 18+ for nsfw occasional themes, if i missed anything please let me know!
a/n: I didn't mean to get angsty... but... I did. Thank you for being here! (Also, want you all to know that with what they're doing in this part- I don't have exact dates/I can never find exact dates. So if some timing is off because I don't have the actual facts, I apologize. )
~ sometime in february, 2016 ~
âPut them in front of the camera, play the track, and let them go nuts,â you mumbled, chewing on your thumb nail while you studied a couple of shots the crew was monitoring.Â
The man dressed in all black who had asked you what you wanted to do next wasnât walking away to do what he was told. Instead, he eyed the folded piece of paper in the hand that was folded over your chest, and lowered his brows ever so slightly.
Shifting your gaze over to him, you frowned. âWhat?â The man met your eyes and shrugged.
âJust thought there would be more, thatâs all,â he said. âUsually thereâs more detail involved.â His voice tapered off, and the tone he used was equally hesitant. All day every single male on this set had been speaking to you as if you hadnât a clue as to what you were doing.
Well, every single male excluding seven of them.
Tilting your head to the side, you cross both of your arms and sit in your hip, raising a brow at the man. âThereâs no detail involved, get them into that swimming pool, put a camera on the ground, and let them- and I mean it! Let them go nuts.âÂ
From over his shoulder you spot some of the boys reviewing choreography while the others mess with the set. Sunny was on the sidelines, comb in hand, ready to jump in the moment someone needed a touch up. Her dark eyes were sharp, focused on the boy's details. Work mode on, you knew there wouldnât be any getting through to her until after the shoot had wrapped.
Behind Taehyung, who was goofing off for a camera capturing behind the scenes footage, Yoongi lingered beside Jin, half listening to his friend while he watched you from across the set. Dressed in a bright orange shirt and ripped jeans, your silver haired boyfriend scrunched up his face and raised his fist, gesturing to the man who walked away from you.
Holding up a finger you widen your eyes and smile, telling him no with a single look. You could handle this yourself, you were a big girl. Youâve done this before, youâve dealt with the men before, and youâll have to endure it for the rest of your life. The curse of being a woman.
On the set of Run, the entire company was concerned where things were going, and where the concept was being taken, but you didnât care. You didnât let any of their opinions stop you from creating your art, even if you improvised most of it.
Sure, the company created the storyline. The company gave you guidelines and the basics of what to do and when to do it, but everything in between? Well, that was up to you, and you ran with it.Â
Run was your baby, and it will be forever. Itâs chaotic, itâs over the top, it compels emotion. The boys were acting, the boys were having fun, the boys were smiling and laughing- and to you, thatâs a win. Youâve seen how their shoots go when itâs just the other director on set. They exhaust themselves faster and donât have nearly as much fun between shots. Bringing you and Sunny onto the team was the best thing the company couldâve done for these boys.
Yoongi smiled, then he drug his eyes up and down your body. You were dressed in all black and he was having a field day. The leggings you wore clung to your curves just right, and the long sleeved shirt that hung loosely off your figure belonged to him. Showing up in it this morning he had smirked at you and asked you where you had gotten it, acting like he didnât watch you pick it up off of his floor mere hours before you both had to be on set.
Heaving a sigh, you walked away from the screen that replayed the shot of the choreography and took your time getting over to him. Eyes were on your back, you could feel them watching. Yoongi waited patiently, his smile growing the closer you got.Â
âWhat was his name, Iâll kick his ass,â he said with a smile once you were a few feet away from him.Â
âNo ass kicking,â you said. âI can handle them. Drop the fake smile, I know youâre in pain.âÂ
His smile didnât fall, but it did falter. âI can handle it.â
The shoulder had been talked about twice since you heard the full story of what had gone down to keep him living in this everyday hell. The first time was shortly after you found out, when you caught him taking pain meds he swears he never has to take in a bathroom at the company between rehearsals. Brushing past it quickly because it seemed to get a rise out of him, you preferred if he didnât get mad and would hopefully talk about it later.
He didnât.
This was the second time itâs been brought up.
âIâm good,â he shrugged. Pointing at the piece of paper in your hand he found a way to change the subject, fast. âWhatâs this?â
Taking him in for another couple of seconds, your eyes letting him know you couldnât believe he wasnât taking his injury seriously, you unfold the paper that had scribbles upon scribbles written on it from late night cram sessions.
âNotes,â you said. The boys' names, and nicknames, were all over it along with random ideas that weasled their way into your brain at inconvenient times while you were away from your projects. This sheet of notebook paper was the âinconvenient thoughts about Fireâ paper. It had been folded so many times that it wasnât as strong as it used to be, and some of the corners were torn because it was poorly handled most of the time.
You were an artist. The state of which your notes were in didnât matter, as long as the finished product was perfect.
Yoongi took the sheet from you carefully and held it close to read your tiny, scribbled writing, his eyes squinting to pick up the faded pencil marks. âHoly shit, youâre thorough.â
Folding your arms over your chest you nodded. âI am.â Your tone struck him, making him look up at you with softened brows.Â
From somewhere in the back your name was called, a member of the crew beckoning you back to look something over so that they could move on. Leaving Yoongi without a word, he watched you walk away, and flattened his lips. Folding up your notes gently, following the creases that were permanently wrinkled into the paper, he starts toward you to return it, but in turn is summoned to wardrobe by Sunny and another woman.
The boys trudge over, Taehyung already stripping out of his jacket, but Yoongi hesitates. The way you were observing the shots on the screen, gesturing toward the equipment, speaking to the men like you were the boss, it was captivating. He adored watching you work, he adored getting to watch you make your art. He was proud of you, but he couldnât shake the feeling that he had pissed you off.
âThese shots are going to flash back and forth between the ones weâre going to film tonight,â you held both of your hands up to the screen, flipping one back and forth to visualize what you were thinking. âIt looks boring now because itâs just one solid shot, but thatâs also why we were zooming in and out so often.â The man who was sitting beside the screen held an empty stare. Swallowing a groan, you smile. âWe needed one basic full shot of the choreography, if you get rid of this, I get rid of you.â
Now that caught his attention. His eyes shot open wide as he offered you meaningless apologies, turning toward the screen to make sure he saved every shot. You werenât sure if you had the power to fire him. It wasnât that you wanted to fire him, nor did you want to act like a bitch, but there was no way your point was going to get across if you didnât threaten him with something.
âWeâre done here for now, boys letâs change!â Sunnyâs voice flooded the set, catching your attention for a second, but you didnât dare look away from the men working around you. You could see Yoongi lingered behind. Wanting to see what he was waiting for, you held yourself back from giving him what he wanted- your attention.
It boggled your mind that he didnât want to discuss what happened to him. In some ways, you can see why he wouldnât want to, but at the end of the day, who can hold onto something so horrific and not talk it out? Seeking help through the boys, you asked every single one of them if Yoongi had talked about it since he first told them, and all six of them said no. Jin was the only one who had heard more, but it wasnât like Yoongi acted as if it was a big deal.
If he could keep this hidden from you, and act like there wasnât anything wrong with keeping it hidden from you, you were worried heâd be able to keep other things from you. And now that you were finally feeling a little bit excited about life, you werenât about to let him get away with shit.
âBack everything up, please,â you said to whichever crew member was listening, and followed the boys and Sunny into the building you were set to shoot in next.
In the tiniest room all seven boys were changing, and getting their hair fixed and their makeup touched up. Elbows were bumped and chairs were knocked into, but this room with tile for walls was still bigger than some dressing rooms the group had been shoved into on the road.Â
Pulling the creaky door open with force, it was heavy as shit, you almost walked head first into Jungkook who was shirtless and adjusting his belt while the woman who worked with Sunny toyed with his hair.
Barging into the room, your simmering anger- if you could call it that- fueled your feet, and you collided right into the kids chest.
A muffled âWhoa!â came out of you both, and though your voices were hushed, they carried around the room that was full of low chatter from everyone else.
Stiffening your hands by your side, you didnât want to think twice about what you had accidentally touched, you looked the boy up and down and laughed. âSorry, Kook.â
That toothy grin reassured you that you had nothing to worry about. âWhyâd you look so mad?â
âIâm not mad,â you breathed, giving your shoulders a shrug.Â
Jungkook furrowed his brows. âYeah, okay. Whatâs the matter?â
Looking over his shoulder you spy Yoongi checking himself out in a little square mirror, adjusting a hat that covered his hair. As he turned around to button the shirt he had slipped into, you figured heâd want your attention like he did outside, but he didnât seem to notice you were there.
âYou guys fighting or something?â Jungkook asked, sneaking a glance at your boyfriend.
Fighting wasnât it, that wasnât the word youâd use to describe what was happening, but you definitely were not on the best of terms at this exact second. Actually, for the past month or so things have been off. Part of you wondered if it was the two of you adjusting to a new life. Well, you were adjusting to a new life. Yoongi was adjusting to having a girlfriend.
Still, the way these weeks have been going by, melancholy and a little stale, aside from the combined hours youâd spend between your sheets, it was a total flip from the second half of last year.
You wouldnât be lying if you admitted the fear you had in the start of all of this was haunting you.
Popstar bored with his latest conquest.
Rockstar getting sick and tired of the same old, same old.
Twenty two year old male got what he wanted out of a twenty two year old female and is pushing her away so he didnât have to be the one to send her home after she literally uprooted her life to take her dream job, one he unfortunately is heavily involved withâŠ
âYou are not okay,â Jungkook's quiet voice broke you out of your thoughts. He had a shirt on now, his outfit was complete all the way down to the accessories. Meeting his gaze, he was worried. The cheesy grin and crinkly eyes were gone, replaced with concern and furrowed brows.
âIâm fine, itâs fine,â you choked out. âWeâre fine, everything is fine.â
Jungkooks hardened glare refused to let up. âYouâre an awful liar, Honey.â
âI could say the same about you,â your tone was laced with snarkiness. âWhereâs Jimin?â Glancing about the room, you finally break into a giggle when you watch his expression go wild.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â he sneered.
Popping your brows, you smiled. âExactly.â
âNo, seriously, what are you talking about?â Jungkook stepped closer to you, but you reached for the door behind you, pushing it open. âNo, no, youâre not escaping, get back here!â With a laugh you fled from the makeshift dressing room and hurried out toward the empty swimming pool that was in the center of the giant warehouse.
Circling the edge of it, you came to halt and could not hold back the screech that came out of you when Jungkook grabbed you by the waist, almost knocking you into the concrete abyss that was only five feet deep. âDonât run away from me when Iâm talking to you, especially after you say something like that.â You could hear the grin on his lips.
Lifting you away from the pool while you laughed like crazy, he carried you to a quiet corner and put your feet back on the ground, turning you around to lecture you.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you said for what felt like the umpteenth time. Jungkook groaned, tipping his head backward.
âWhy did you bring up Jimin?â His big, doe eyes bore into yours, genuinely asking you. Quirking a brow you tilt your chin a bit to question him. âYou know what Iâm talking about, donât make me say it.â
Gulping, you gave him a slight shrug. âDo I know what youâre talking about?â This was not where you thought youâd have this conversation, on set, surrounded by crew members, while the very boy you spoke of had wandered out of the dressing room with the others god knows how long after you ran away from them.
Yoongi included.
Jungkook's lips tipped down a bit. The sight made your heart twist. âI swore you knew⊠What I was talking about⊠What you were⊠talking about⊠God.â Scrunching up his face he gripped his forehead and groaned again.
âJungkook,â you whispered, putting your hands over both of his wrists.
âThought I wouldnât have to say it to you, the words, because I donât know how to say them, and if you already knew then itâd really help âcause I dunno what the hell to say-â
âJungkook,â you said louder, cutting him off, though youâd never heard the boy ramble like this before. He dropped the hand from his head and scrambled for your hands, squeezing them as tight as he could. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you⊠panic.â
He took a deep breath, one that helped you relax some. âI canâtâŠâ Pausing, he sucked down another breath and shook his head. âI canât say it.â
âOkay,â you nodded, dragging your thumbs over his hands. âThatâs okay, you donât have to.â He swallowed hard, beginning to nod with you. âCan I⊠Can I ask you a question? Just to make sure that I do know what you know?âÂ
His brows met in the center of his forehead. âUm⊠Yeah,â he answered with a sigh. âSure, ask me.â The way his shoulders rose made him appear like he was bracing for impact.Â
This was going to be hard. Getting him to break out of whatever norms he was used to was going to be a challenge. You knew already, you have for a while. You didnât have to ask him about it, or torture him anymore by talking about it longer than he wanted, but he needed your help. He had to talk about it, or he would be stuck in this place forever.
Much like somebody else.
âIâll⊠take this slow. And careful,â you said.
âThanks,â Jungkook sighed. âItâs my first time.â He truly was an eighteen year old boy. Cracking a laugh at his stupid joke, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. He was thankfully wearing a smile when you looked up at him.
âWhen you see me with Yoongi, do you want that?â Your question sucked the humor out of the moment. His lips pulled together curiously. âThat type of⊠relationship? With a girlfriend?â His lips were sealed now. âKookie, itâs okay,â you smiled, shaking his hands so theyâd swing by your side. âNothingâs gonna change.â
You were once again reminded of the separate worlds you and these boys came from. You grew up in New York, and spent most of your life in the city. In Manhattan for that matter, literally where everybody no matter what version of queer you were came to celebrate themselves.
Jungkook parted his lips, hesitating big time before he whispered, âItâs terrifying.â
âI know,â you said. âAnd thatâs okay, itâs going to be. But, I can tell you right now that I will still love you no matter what, and I know damn well those six idiots over there, fully clothed in an empty swimming pool,â he giggled, âThey will still love you. You are their pride and joy. Do you know how easily you could get away with murder with those guys on your side?â A laugh is shared before quiet falls around the two of you.
The voices of the six idiots in the empty swimming pool echoed through the warehouse, their words getting muddled in the air.
âYou donât wanna say it,â you began, and Jungkook rapidly shook his head. âI know,â you started to smile. âBut⊠can I?â His face twisted with discomfort, or disgust, or he was cringing⊠You couldnât piece it together. âI wonât say the word, relax,â you said. âI just need confirmation, I donât want to get this wrong.â
A nod was all you were going to get from him.
Lowering your voice to the point where you werenât even sure heâd be able to hear you though he was standing five inches away from you, you whispered, âYou like boys.âÂ
A sharp inhale ripped through his chest. His face remained stone cold as he jerked his chin up and stared at the ceiling for all of three seconds before scoping your surroundings. Letting him have his moment, you knew heâd come back to you when he was ready. And he did.
Another small, meek nod was all you were going to get from him. And it was enough.
âKookie.â A grin was plastered onto your face. He attempted to smile as well, but he wore his nerves⊠everywhere. âYou did it, you just told me. Thatâs huge.â
He gasped a breath and huffed a laugh. âTechnically you told me.â
âDoesnât matter,â you squeezed his hands, throwing them away to wrap your arms around his growing body. He was getting more muscular everyday. âIâm proud of you.â
His arms snaked around your shoulders. Placing his chin on top of your head, he took a deep breath, one that made you rise and fall with his chest. His heart was racing, you could feel it pounding between his ribs.Â
âThank you,â he whispered.
âAlways here for you, Kook.â
âHoney!â Sunnyâs voice shouted toward you, echoing against the roof, vibrating the walls. The sweet nickname she gifted you with when you were twelve had a way of sounding incredibly menacing when she forced it from her glossed lips with a bite.
Pulling away from Jungkook you looked toward her and the way sheâs standing at the edge of the pool, gesturing into it.
âItâs like herding toddlers who just learned how to sprint,â she raised her brows. âThey are all here, itâs now or never. The sun sets in three hours.â
âLetâs go,â Jungkook said, nudging you with his shoulder as he started toward the pool.
Following close behind him you watched as he jumped over the edge fearlessly and landed on his feet, rushing to Namjoons side. The leader threw an arm around the youngests shoulder and gave him a smile, one that Jungkook returned.
Bumping into Sunny, standing as close to her as possible, she eyed you curiously and asked, âIs he okay?â
âYeah,â you said quietly. âHe will be.â
Shifting your gaze over each boy to inspect what they were wearing and to ensure they were camera ready like Sunny declared, you find Yoongi looking up at you, your eyes meeting for the first time since you spoke outside. You couldnât read him.
Hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, he was clenching his jaw so tight his teeth could crack. It was hard to tell whether or not he was angry, or upset, but he seemed it. Everything about his energy was⊠off. Like the past few weeks.
If he was miffed at you for whatever reason he could conjure up, you were certain it wouldnât be as good as yours. All you wanted to do was talk to him. At this point in your relationship, you should know a whole bunch about him, not be discussing your days for a mere twenty minutes after work just to have sex and either fall asleep or go home.
Gritting your teeth, you sent a reciprocated chilling glare back to him, as much as it hurt your heart.
âOkay! Letâs go,â you called out to bring everybody back into the shoot, breaking the stare when it became too much to handle. âBring it boys, letâs have some fucking fun!â
There was about an hour spent around the pool, you and Sunny either sitting on the edge behind the cameras, or jumping in to fix something or adjust the details. Both you and Yoongi fought to not look at one another, and you wondered if anyone else was being suffocated by the air in the room.
When you approached Jungkook to shift him over, adjusting the spacing so that he wasnât covering too much of Hoseok, you felt his eyes burning into you. Like you putting your hands on the teenager's shoulder made him want to burn the place down. You swear the earth rumbled.
You couldnât help but feel a tad guilty. The two of you had spoken about Jungkook before, or Yoongiâs made jokes rather. He didnât know what you knew, and now it was confirmed that Yoongi had nothing to worry about when it came to his friend. He just had no idea.
By the end of this style of shots, after watching the seven of them cruise through the choreography again and again, your eyes wandered to Yoongi when âcutâ was called. He rolled his left shoulder backward, frowning as he did. Folding your arms you joined the camera team behind the screens to monitor what they had captured, keeping your peripheral glued to your boyfriend who shimmied something out of his pocket.
He was coming toward you. He was looking directly at you, coming toward you. Turning your chin, nerves shot up your spine as you took him in. Not a single word was spoken. Looking into your eyes, he slipped something into one of your hands, paused for half of a second, then followed the boys out of the pool.
You waited until he stalked off to look at what he had given you. Opening your hand you found your folded up sheet of notes that you forgot you gave him. Shaking your head the slightest, you open it up to see if anything on it would spark your inspiration, and down in the corner, in the last available blank space, âI love youâ was written in his chicken scratch.
A lump lodged in your throat, one you attempted to swallow away. Folding the paper up quick, you glanced out to where he had walked away to, but he was gone.
The shoot wrapped up around two or three in the morning. No one was paying attention to the clock, everyone was having way too much fun. This video was carefully calculated chaos dipped in mischievous partying- The exact image BTS was aiming to articulate. And you did that.
After thanking the crew, thanking the staff, and thanking the boys, you ventured into the dressing room where seven exhausted bodies were still shouting at one another. It usually took them a good hour to wind down after something like this, especially if it were a show. Both you and Sunny knew that the second their heads hit the cushions in the car theyâd be out.
Except Yoongi. Another thing you both shared, the inability to get good sleep. Unless you were beside one another.
Letting the heavy door shut behind you, the scene of the boys stumbling over their feet while they changed into their cozy clothes made you want to smile. Taehyung was already laid back in a chair fighting to keep his eyes open while Hoseok straddled his lap, dancing around to the latest trend to try to keep him awake. Jungkook was slipping into a hoodie, Namjoon was helping Jimin wipe off his makeup, and Jin was hovering over Yoongi, blocking him out of your view.
Sunny wasnât here, she and her assistant stylist had cleaned up their things already to give the boys their space. The two were combing through the set now, making sure they didnât leave anything behind all while cleaning up after the boys. There wasnât much for you to collect aside from the piece of paper in your pocket.
You came in here for one more thing.
As the shoot went on it seemed Yoongi loosened up, the two of you shared the occasional laugh when something would happen, but other than that you didnât speak. By the end of it all your heart was positively broken, watching him walk away from you with the boys without a second glance back.Â
Not many of your past relationships made it past this point. Once you hit the first bump in the road it was split city. None of them had been as invigorating or exciting as this one has. You used to be able to see this coming, the relationship's demise hovering toward you like a cloud in the sky, letting you know it was all about to go to hell.
You didnât want this one to go to hell.
You wanted this one to work out.
You werenât sure what your future looked like quite yet, but you knew you wanted to figure it out with Yoongi. When you were with him, he knew parts of you you werenât even sure you knew yourself. He could see you, he could hear you, just as you could see and hear him. Which is why this doubt started hanging over you in the first place.
Brushing past each of the boys who hit you with a generous thank you in some way or another, you only had a small smile to offer them. By the time you shuffled toward the back of the room and reached Yoongi and Jin, the eldest of the two took one look at you and scurried away.
âNice,â you said quietly, watching Jin as he glanced about the room, looking for something, seeming to ask the other boys where to find it. âWas I a bitch today? OrâŠâ Yoongi, who had his arms crossed over his chest where he sat, sighed heavily and shook his head, screwing his eyes shut.
âNo,â he mumbled. Holding your hands behind your back you looked down at him and thinned out your lips, hoping heâd say more. Beneath your gaze he could feel it, the need for him to say more, to talk about it, to talk about something. âHoney, I⊠ListenâŠâ
âIâm listening,â you whispered, barely moving. Yoongi threw his arms to the side.
âWhy am I in trouble here?â His eyebrows furrowed over his eyes, just visible under his messy silver hair. The stiff tone of his voice sent a chill over your skin, and signaled to the boys that it was time to leave the room.
âNever said you were in trouble,â you said. The door slammed shut, echoing against the tiled walls. Jungkook was the last to leave, sending a longing glance your way, but you missed it.
âThen why act like I did something wrong,â Yoongi said, sitting forward, resting his elbows on his knees. âAll day youâve been treating me like Iâve done something to you, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is.â
After a deep breath you mumbled, âYoongi,â but he cut you straight off.
âIâm so happy that you have this job. Iâm so happy you are doing what you love to do, and youâre creating, and youâre making the art that you want to make. Youâre changing the game for us, for the industry⊠For me. Youâre breaking boundaries, youâre taking it a step too far, and itâs so damn exciting, Honey, it really is.â He paused to look up at you. His wide, pleading eyes lost in more ways than one. âI feel like I take the fun out of it for you.â
You didnât miss the way his voice cracked, the sound hitting you straight in the heart. âD, please, donât do that,â you whispered, taking a step closer to him. He drug his hands over his face.
âHow can I not?â he shrugged. âYou have more fun with Jungkook, you donât speak to me, and when you do I somehow turn it all to shit.â
âD, what the hell are you talking about?â Taking to his side, you crouched beside him and rested your arms across his lap. He couldnât look at you, his focus was elsewhere. âYou do not turn it all to shit.â
The way he looked at you pained you like a slap to the face. âDonât try to make me feel better when I know youâre pissed at me.â Narrowing your eyes, the only thing you can do is shake your head. âI know everything you want me to do. And I wonât do it.â
âYou can do it, you just have to-â
âNo,â he was firm. âI wonât do it. I donât want to.â
Standing to your feet you tucked your arms behind you like they once were. His words were confirmation enough. If he wasnât going to speak, if he wasnât going to communicate⊠If he wanted to just brush over everything as if it were nothing, and continue living in ignorant bliss, acting like everything was fine⊠It was over.
What once was bliss and ecstatic euphoria had hit a dead end. This gorgeous face and beautiful mind that had shown you in many ways what it was like to live, to live for yourself, was giving this up.
Granted itâd only been a few months, and youâre certain you both said âI love youâ way too soon, but it was authentic, it was real, it was you. It was Yoongi. From the start youâve moved way too quick, youâve been sprinting since the day you met. It was a whirlwind of dramatic excitement, and it was everything you had ever wanted, everything you ever wished for.
But, maybe it wasnât meant to be. Maybe living in fast forward was what pushed this over the edge. Jumping headfirst into a relationship with a complete stranger from an entire different world, falling in love with them in mere weeks, moving across the globe, running from a life you used to knowâŠ
It wasnât meant to be.
And that thought alone nauseated you.
You wanted him to be your forever.
Walking toward the door without looking back, you did your best to ignore the fact that he didnât even try to stop you. He let you walk away.
He let the relationship crumble to pieces right in front of him, and he didnât do a thing to save it.
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Pairing: Ex! Jungkook x reader
Rating: 18+ (Please be mindful of what you consume)
Warnings: Jungkook is subjectively a little toxic, Mentions of an ongoing divorce, possessive! Jungkook, Girl Dad! Jungkook, unprotected sex (don't do that irl), oral sex (f receiving), Slight brat reader, Jeon Jungkook is a menace, reader is implied to be black
Word count: 5.2 k (I think)
đ§: Woo- Rihanna
For: @hobicakess and Paigeđ
Jungkook is good at a lot of things
Hes a fantastic singer. He dances very well (even if he likes to fein shyness at parties). Jungkook can cook, he can multitask seamlessly and (almost) effortlessly, and he can put Jinhae to sleep in a matter of minutes⊠It would be much easier to list the things that Jungkook isn't good at.
Jungkook isn't very good at sharing.
He doesn't like sharing food, clothes or people.
You think it may be his biggest if not only flaw.
Jungkook considers the people in his life his. He doesn't expect them to have the same importance in someone else's life, as they do in his. And he doesn't expect them to think of other people the way they do of him, either.
You don't know if it's because he fears that he'll be replaced, or because he was raised as an only child. But whatever it was, Jungkook let it consume him. Holistically.
You remember how he had reacted when Yoongi- his mentor,had taken on a new intern. Jungkook and Yoongi had attended the same highschool within a few years of each other; and had met again when Yoongi was a TA at SNU. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing, as less of a student, and more like a little brother; and their bond lasted way beyond college. Yoongi was so proud of Jungkook that he was practically All he spoke about. Jungkook had gotten used to things being that way.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Yoongi was no longer âJungkook, Jungkook, Jungkookâ; he was all âJimin, Jimin, Jiminâ much to the Younger's chagrin.
To his credit, Jungkook was nothing but nice to Jimin during the time he worked for Yoongi. He bought him coffee once in a while and even invited him out for drinks whenever the opportunity arose. Jimin was cool. Jungkook would even go as far as to say that Jimin was his friend. Jungkook barely knew the guy! He had nothing against him.
It was Yoongi he was pissed at.
Yoongi was the one who owed Jungkook his loyalty. Yoongi was the one who had nursed Jungkook through his first hangover, and held him when he cried about failing a class. Yoongi was there when Jungkook got his first, off campus apartment. Yoongi was Jungkook 's Yoongi.
At first, Yoongi didn't understand it. It made no sense that Jungkook seemed so fond of Jimin, yet he soured whenever the latter's name was mentioned. It gave him whiplash. It went on for a solid month and a half of Jungkook's scowls and petulant pouts for Yoongi to finally realize that something was deeply wrong, and that he needed to get to the bottom of it.
It took 2 bottles of soju and 3 glasses of whiskey for Jungkook to crack. His reasoning was so funny that Yoongi almost didn't feel bad for laughing at him. All it took to pacify Jungkook was for Yoongi to give him a hug, followed by a quick
âyou'll always be hyung's favourite, Kook-ah.â as he ruffled his hair.
Jungkook was only 22 when that had happened. And he'd like to believe he's grown a lot since then.
He's advanced enough in his career that he's not Mr. Bang's payroll anymore, but rather pays him. Jungkook has grown in a literal sense too, having had a growth spurt one random day after he turned 23 (there was no containing him once he realized that he was 6 feet tall) .
Jungkook has (helped) create life; your daughter Jinhae. It's the thing he's proudest of, second only to marrying you.
But Jungkook is only human.
So it's only natural that he feels an itch rise on the back of his neck everytime he picks Jinhae up from your apartment, and all she can talk about is your new boyfriend.
He got soâŠirritated the more Jinhae babbled on about âWoo- Wooâ that he felt a little silly. But who could blame him? He would be holding Jinhae 's hand as they walked through the park for their daddy daughter time, and every other sentence would be about this ââWoo Wooâ.
Seokjin had once joked that she had switched from being 'Daddy's girl' to 'Woo-Wooâs girl' , and Jungkook 's body took a screenshot. He shot Jin a look so vile, that the older stayed quiet for the rest of the day.
Jungkook really had tried to ignore it as best as possible. And he (thought) he was doing fairly well until that evening, when Jinhae had let it slip that:
ââMama kissed Woo-Woo today.â
He had just picked her up from her taekwondo class, and was about to pull out of the parking lot when Jinhae gave him the oh so lovely news.
Jungkook isn't a monster, he thinks he's let this little charade go on for much longer than was respectable. He wasn't going to let that slide.
He took a sharp left and sped down the highway. If he wasn't so caught up in his head, he would've heard Jinhae 's excited scream of:
âYAY! we're going to Uncle Yoonie's houseâ
You had just finished taking a long, warm bath. Your feet had been aching, and your back felt worse than it did before you had gotten your epidural. You needed a break; desperately.
The silence in the apartment was a welcome change.
You loved Jinhae with all your heart, but children were tiring to deal with alone. Children could be incredibly difficult, just for the fun of it. Especially spoilt, almost-five year olds who are used to their daddy obeying their every beck and call.
God forbid you didn't do â the voiceâ right, after reading âThe little Princeâ five times in a row! suddenly you were public enemy number one.
At least you could bask in the fact that Jinhae never threw (noisy) tantrums or threw things, but you felt that she had quadruple the attitude your hus- ex, accused you of having.
But tonight, the only attitude you have to worry about dealing with, was from Kim when you researched the earliest seasons of Keeping up with the Kardashians. What can you say? There's truly nothing funnier to you than upper class white women trying to be relatable. To this dat, their target audience was a mystery to you. You can't think of a single person whose biggest problem was how many times their name got googled in a day. You find it hard to take anything they ââgo through' seriously, because if we're being honest, people really are dying Kim!
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft white robe.
You reach for the the lilac, silk pajama set laid out on your bed. You had bought it from an online lingerie store, after a few glasses of wine a few weeks ago. You had been soâŠbored that you did the most exciting thing your numb brain could come up with in that moment.
You scoff at your past self. It was more cute than anything, not nearly as scandalous as some of the items you have hidden in the back of your closest. But you're not complaining.
The shorts are a bit shorter than you expected, but the silk is soft a high quality, and the lace that lines the top isn't itchy at all. You untwist your bun, and your braids cascade down your shoulders. You grab the bottle of black castor oil from your dresser, and run the nozzle along the parts. You sigh as you reach up to massage your scalp.
It's in little moments like these that you miss Jungkook the most. You hate to admit, but you used to be just as spoilt as Jinhae. Jungkook used to pamper you in every way possible. He would oil your scalp for you, order your hair products months in advance so that you'd never run out, and give you massages whenever your shoulders stood too rigid.
But you didn't have Jungkook anymore. You suck your teeth in annoyance at yourself for thinking about him so much.
You had just finished applying your vitamin c serum to your face, when you heard an incessant pounding on your door. You pause your music just as Kali Uchis asks if she can get a kiss. You're confused as to why someone is knocking on your door, when you have a very obvious doorbell attached to the frame. It's even stranger given what time it is.
You slip your feet into your cow print night slippers, as you step off the plush rug that lay on the floor in front of your vanity; and unto the floor.
The slippers slap against the floor as you walk towards the living room, and to whoever the hell wouldn't stop pounding on your door at 9pm on a Friday.
You throw the door open, ready to demand an explanation when you stop dead in your tracks.
To say you're surprised at who is standing at your door would be an understatement. You're not sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't Jungkook. You're even more surprised to see him without Jinhae in tow.
You don't think that you've been alone with Jungkook for more than a few minutes at a time since the divorce; and even so, Jinhae has always been just a few feet away.
You feel worry start to settle in your stomach.
âWhere's JJ? Is she okay?â You ask, praying that what came out of his mouth next isn't bad news.
He chuckes. It's a sound that comes from deep inside his chest and reverberates across the empty hallway. It's an empty laugh, with no humour behind it. It makes a chill run up and down your spine.
âJinie is fine. She's with Yoongi; and she's the last of your worries right nowâ he says.
For once, Jungkook hasn't cracked a single smile the entire time he's been in your presence. It's obvious that he's mad, but you're not sure at what. You're not sure that you vare.
He isn't wearing a suit right now, and you can't recall the last time you'd seen him in anything but.
Jungkook worked extraordinarily long hours. You knew that working late and being burnt out would be a part of his life, especially the more his business grew, but it hadn't phased you at the time. There was nothing to be phased about.
At the time, Jungkook always put you first. And when Jinhae was born, he did the same thing. There was never a time where he had left you to fend for yourself with a newborn. He had been there through it all. From colic, to 3 am feedings to explosive diaper changes. He had never let you feel alone as a parent, or in your marriage.
Until around 8 months ago that is.
8 months ago, you feel like Jungkook had just stopped trying.
You know for a fact that Jungkook is terrified of being poor. It's why he always has another merger to make with one of his three companies, and dips his toes into every industry imaginable. His influence spanned over tech, real estate and even clothing. You think Jungkook's fear is understandable, you don't think it's fair. It was teetering on the edge of paranoia and greed.
He was trying so bad to make sure that he could take care of his family, that he wasnt.
He would get home from work after Jinhae went to bed, and left before she got ready for school. You had spent one too many nights falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home; only to wake up in your bed the next morning with a handwritten note on your bathroom mirror. They were sweet and all..but not much more.
As much as you appreciated the affirmations, his words meant nothing when there was no action behind them. Promises to come home home early the, family outings that never happened⊠You felt like you were a kid whose love was expected to be bought with money, and placated with empty commitments all over again. You could count on a bouquet of roses being delivered at your door every morning, more than you could count on your own husband being there.
You hated it.
You were starting to hate him.
It had gotten to a point where Jungkook had just given his secretary reign over his personal phone. You almost lost your mind when you had called him to ask what he wanted for dinner once, and she answered and told you that he was busy.
You could hear Jungkook 's laughter in the background, and the noise was not a professional setting. In fact, it sounded a lot more intimate and cozy. Like a restaurant or small bar. You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn't even get the chance to talk to Jungkook about it, because you barely saw him.
The look on his face when you served him the divorce papers in person at his office was borderline comical. His eyes had widened so far out of their sockets, that you thought the expression was causing him physical pain. You had said nothing. You simply handed him the papers and stayed long enough for him to read the heading. He clearly wanted to communicate through words on paper, so who were you to not oblige him with some?
As far as you know, Jungkook had never signed the papers, but he did follow all the other conditions you had outlined in your petition for separation.
He got an apartment for you and Jinhae in a building he didn't own, and was never late for any pickups or dropoffs, save for once when he had the flu.
A part of you had forgotten how young Jungkook was.
The suits he wore aged him plenty. Not in an old, haggard way, but in a way that made him appear more refined and serious than he actually was. His hair was always cut short and clicked away from his face. The collars of his shirts were always ironed to sharpness. Hell, he even wore sensible shoes.
If you hadn't seen every inch of Jungkook 's body before, and gone to college with himâŠYou would have pegged him for an uptight dogooder. You're sure it helped him get taken seriously in the corporate world, but overtime, it was as if Jungkook had forgotten his roots. As if he had morphed into a no nonsense, mormon-esque version of himself.
But the Jungkook standing before you now, is the Jungkook you know and lov- respected. Jungkook who proudly wore his colorful sleeve of tattoos,silver hoops through his lips and a stud in his nose. The Jungkook who liked to wear cargo pants and oversized shirts with stomper boots he could barely walk straight in.
You knew he had showered before he had come over, because his hair was still curly. He hadn't blow-dried it. His hair is much longer than it was when you had last saw him. It fell past his eyes now. He had started growing it out sgain because Jinhae told him she wanted to. At least, that's what he had told you.
What had really happened was that Jinhae had been asking a lot of questions about â when appa wasn't so oldâ one Saturday when they had gone out for ice cream.
âAppa, Mommy says your hair used to be w-eally long and pwetty. Can it come back? Mommy misses it.â
Jungkook hadn't cut his hair again since.
âAren't you going to invite me in?â He asks, one eyebrow raised at you.
You fold your arms across your chest.
âI'm not sure why I should. Besides, I don't think that this is a good time.â
âOh? Why's that? You lip expecting someone else,princess?â He takes in your attire from head to toe. His eyes linger for a little too long in your chest. His voice goes deeper as he struggles to finish his last question.
You don't answer, and it makes his eye twitch.
It's so ridiculous, yet so on brand of him to create a hypothetical scenario in his head and get all eaten up about it. He takes a deep breath.
He doesn't want to blow his fuse. Not here, Not yet.
â I need to talk to you. Inside. Please.â He asks, but it's not really a request.
You roll your eyes and turn your back to him as you walk away.
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches your ass jiggle in the tiny shorts. He enters behind you, and the door closes softly with a click.
You walk over to the fridge and grab the unfinished can of Arizona Iced tea, and a glass from the cupboard. You were looking forward to having a glass of wine tonight, but if you were going to talk to Jungkook⊠you needed to be stone cold sober.
âYou want anything?â You ask, as you pour the content into the glass. â I think I have some b-â
âWhat I want is answers.â He says simply, leaning in the arched entryway.
You look at him with confusion written all over your face, before your pettiness takes over.
â Oh yeah? Well I wanted signed divorce papers, and yet here we are.â
You take a swig from your cup and let the sweetness of the drink coat your tongue.
You see Jungkook release a breath so deep that his entire body shakes.
â Who are you kissing in front of my kid?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â he says with his arms crossed against his chest. âWho are you kissing in front of my kid?â
You're getting irritated now, because for one, what the hell is he talking about, and twoâŠWho was Jungkook to talk to you like that?
âJungkook. First of all, she's our kid. And secondly, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. And even if I did⊠I wouldn't tell you jack shit. What or who I do is none of your business.â
Jungkook pushes himself off the threshold and starts walking towards you. His steps are slow and strong. His strides are long,and he has your back pressed into the counter in a matter of seconds.
You haven't been so close to Jungkook in so long, that everything about him overwhelms you in the best way possible. He smells so, so good. He smells like sandalwood and warm vanilla. He smells like home. His proximity to you is dizzying, and you can only pray that you'll keep it together.
He puts his arm on one side of you, leaving your left completely open. If you wanted to get away from him, you could. You stayed in place. It tells him everything he needs to know.
âHave you completely lost your fucking mind Y/N?â He questions. He reaches for your left hand and your heart sinks down to your ass. The diamond of your wedding ring glitters under the lights hanging from the the ceiling. The princess cut stone is practically mocking you.
âWhat do you think I gave you this ring for huh? Fun? Fucking decoration?â He jests, âYou know, for someone who never shuts her big mouth up about divorce, you sure keep this on don't you baby?â
You don't deny it. There's no point in doing so. You know that if you do, he'll lift the ring upwards. And you know that when he does, he'll find the unmistakable circle of a tan line wrapping around your ring finger.
He strokes his thumb against your cheek, and you almost preen at his touch. âWho's âWoo- Wooâ baby?â
âNone of your business.â You bite out.
âWhen are you gonna get it through your thick skull, that you are my business?!â
He runs his hand through his long hair, and you can see his face so much better. He's as beautiful as you remember and he's right in front of you.
You don't know who leaned in first, but you do know how soft lips feel as they press against yours. You fell the metal of his lip piercings touch the roof of your mouth as you suck his lip into you mouth.
He puts his hand under your ass, and your legs wrap around him on instinct. He lifts you and bring you over to the cool marble of the kitchen island.
His hand tugs on the hem of your blouse, and you pull away from him.
âKook, we can't.â You whine as you pull away.
Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit from the corner of your mouth, and fixes your shirt so your boob is no longer at risk of spilling out.
âOkay baby, we'll stop and we can talk over dinner. Do you want me to make something or do you want to get takeout?â He asked as he pulls away from you.
He doesn't get very far, because you wrap your legs around him, and pull you back to him.
âWait- I didn't really mean that.â You whisper. Jungkook has a sneaking suspicion that you weren't just talking about telling him no.
âYou want me baby?â
You nod your head yes, too embarrassed to open your mouth lest your voice shake.
He cradles your face, and tilts it upwards so you have no choice but to look him in the eyes.
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â You answer affirmatively, reaching forwards to capture his lips again.
Youre not even thinking about the Pandora's box that you might be opening; and quite frankly? You don't care.
You're acutely aware that you wont be able to blame your decision on being drunk or tipsy. The only thing driving you was a burning need to have Jungkook deep inside you (where he belonged).
He litters kisses along your neck as he slides his hand down your shorts. Your hips buck forward on instinct, and you shudder as you feel his fingers ghost your clit.
âWhy are you naked under here?â He growls out. grip tightening around you waist. âI'm starting to think that you were expecting someone tonight.â he muses.
He spreads your folds with two fingers, reveling in the way your arousal leaks out of you and unto his fingers.
â Is that why you're so eager, baby? Hm? Is that why you're so wet? You decided that you were gonna get fucked one way or another? Is that it?â
He asks each question as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. It shallow. He doesn't allow you the pleasure of going further than his first knuckle. You try to grind down on his digits, but he holds your hips down with his free hand.
âWhoever you've been giving my pussy away to, hasn't been doing a very good job... have they?â He groans as you clench around him.
âJungkook please. I want-â
âShh baby, I know. I'll give it to you I promise. Just give me one firstâ he begs as he speeds up his circles on your clit.
He sinks his teeth into the sensitive spot on your neck, and you cum almost instantly. Your body shakes and you wrap your arms around his neck as your pussy convulses around his fingers.
You barely have time to recover before he's pulling your shorts down, and cleaning up the mess you made. He catches the slick of you orgasm on your tongue just as it starts running down your leg.
He goes at your pussy like a man starved. You cry out the moment his tongue enters you. You ride his tongue with vigor, gripping unto the counter for stability.
Jungkook pulls away from you for moment. His mouth is shiny from your juices, and his eyes are already so blown out that you want to fuck him even more.
He guides your hand to his hair, and encourages you to grab the tendrils.
âUse me, babyâ he instructs.
His voice is so gravelly and raw, that you can do nothing but oblige him.
You grip the roots of his hair and push his head back between your legs. You both moan when he starts lapping at you again. You hold his head in place, guiding him where you want him; where you need him.
The second time you cum, your legs closed so tight around his head that Jungkook thought he had died and went straight to heaven.
You pull him away from your core by his hair, and bring him up to your face. You clean his face with your own tongue, and lean in to kiss him so you both taste like you. Your chests are still heaving when Jungkook carries you to your room.
He lays you gently on the bed, and takes his shirt off at the same time you toss your blouse over your head. He's about to undo the strings of his sweatpants when he stops cold in his tracks..
â Shit, babyâŠI don't have any condoms. I didn't plan on this-â
â It's okay,â You reassure him â I'm clean. Are you?â
Jungkook looks a little scandalized. âOf course I'm clean, I haven't - I havent been with anyone except you since before we started dating.â His honesty shines so brightly in his eyes that you almost want to pull him into a hug.
You release a shaky, nervous breath you didn't know you had been holding.
â Good. I want to feel you, all of you.â
The bed sinks as Jungkook climbs over you, one leg on each side of your body.
You've missed this view. Him on top of you, chain swining in your face, and big doe eyes filled with lust for you and only you.
He takes a hairtye from around his wrists, and pulls his hair into a low manbun. His cock is already painfully hard, red and leaking from the tip.
You spread your legs as Jungkook nestkes in-between them. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to your calf.
He rubs himself between your folds, mesmerized by how quickly your wetness coats him.
He lines himself up with your entrance, and pauses.
âAre you sure you're ready baby? I don't want to hurt you.â
â Is that it? Or are you scared that you don't hold a candle to âWoo-Wooâ myâ you jest. Jungkook doesn't find it very funny.
He pushes himself into you, but as wet as you are, you're still so, so tight. Your pussy is so warmâŠhot even, that Jungkook almost cums the moment yes fully sheathed in you.
You're just as tight as he remembers, tighter even.
You both moan when he delivers his first thrust. You haven't had dick in so long,that you'd forgot what it felt like. How it felt like to have your walls stretched and your g spot caressed, how delicious and heavy the drag was inside you. How good Jungkook was at this. You feel so good that Jungkook practically forgets that he's supposed to be mad at you.
âYou know you belong to me right?â Jungkook demands as he thrusts into you, slow and forceful. You don't answer and turn your face away from him He wraps his hand around your throat as speed up.
âFucking look at me when I'm talking to you!â
His thrusts become faster, punishing. He practically ploughs you into the mattress as whatever restraint he had before vanishes into thin air. You scream the more intense the pleasure gets.
â I should fuck another baby into you, you know that? Hm? Should swell your tummy up with another one of my kids, so you have nine months to think about why the fuck you would do something as stupid as try to leave me.â
He finds your gspot as effortlessly as he usually does, and he hits it over and over and over again.
âJungkook PLEASEâ you cry. You reach your hand out to push against the hardness of his abdomen. He takes your hand and kisses it. You're so close. So fucking close, and Jungkook can tell.
âYou want to cum, don't you baby?â
You nod frantically. Your pussy is practically raw from overstimulation, and you feel so much pressure building inside you that you don't know whether you want to run away from the pleasure or dive headfirst into it.
âYes! Yes! Yes! I need to please.â
âThen tell me. Fucking tell me you're mineâ
âFuck, I'm yours, Jungkook! Please!â you cry.
â How many people have you fucked since you left? Answer me!â He commands you, adding a finger to your clit to the mix.
âNobody, no one, Jungkook Please!â
â I know baby, I just needed you to admit it.â
He leans down and places a soft kiss to your temple. He gives you two more delicious thrusts that make your toes curl and your eyes roll back. Your lurches forward as your orgasm rips through you. Your walls convulse around him, squeezing him so tight that Jungkook feels a bit dizzy.
âBaby,â he whines âunwrap your legs so I can pull out.â He gasps when your legs only wrap tighter around him. âBaby, I have to-â
âN-no,â you protest â I want it inside Jungkook please.â
He cums so forcefully that his orgasm leaves him winded and his arms almost give out. He spils his seed into you, and you feel the warmth of it coat your walls.
He pulls out of you as he begins to soften, and collapse beside you as he tries to catch his breath. You both turn to look at each other, and Jungkook offers you a soft smile.
He notices the sweat starting to bead on your forehead, and turns his head to switch your fan on.
That's when you see it. Your eyes bug out of their sockets.
âJungkook, what the hell is that on your neck?â
â What are you talking about?â
âRight there,â you turn his head to the right to get a better look. Your heart starts thumming uncontrollably in your chest. Because there it was, your name in bold black letters for everyone to see.
âJungkookâŠWhen did you get that?â
âHmâŠabout five months ago?â he chuckles. He had the decency to look sheepish.
âJungkook!â You say as you slap his chest â We weren't even together!â
â Correction, we are together, we just have separate living arrangements.â
You look at him incredulously.
âYou're crazy, you know that?â
âAbout you? Yeah..Real crazy babyâ he flirts âHey, you never told me woo this âWoo-Wooâ guy is anyways .â
You roll you eyes at him as you climb of the bed.
âI can't tell you who he's not. He's not the one whose cum is dripping out of me right now. Are you gonna join me on the shower or what?â
Fin.
#bts smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook x black reader#dad jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook x black oc#jungkook x you#author is tyyyaddd
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when you tell him that you are pregnant
paring: jungkook x fem!reader
genre: fluff
wc: 450
warnings/includes: fluff, slight angst???, swearing, petnames, mentions of pregnancy, jk being worried for oc, jk and oc being cuties
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note: this was an idea i had yesterday. it's short af and idk if i like it or not but it's cute sooo
it would be a lie to say jungkook wasn't slightly worried when you both sat down on the sofa.
you wanted to talk about something "important". and that could mean either something good or something bad.
he knew you were nervous. it was the way you kept looking down at the floor, they way you fiddled with your hands, the way your foot tapped on the floor.
and the fact that you were nervous made him nervous.
"you okay baby? what's going on?"
you didn't look at him at first. you inhaled slowly before turning to face him, "koo..."
he stared back at you, you could see the visible worry in his face, "baby you're scaring me."
he gently rubbed your thigh, "tell me what's wrong."
you glanced at him and he smiled back at you. you looked at your lap, "i uhm..."
he noticed your hesitation and rubbed your thigh again, "it's okay."
you didn't know if you were going to be able to get any words out. your throat was dry. you didn't even know why you were so nervous.
you bit down on your lip, let out a shaky breath before saying, "i'm pregnant."
you glanced at him and he froze. then he smiled, "what?"
you look at him and repeat yourself, "i'm pregnant koo."
the two of you had been thinking about having a baby for a while now and now that it was actually happening, he couldn't believe it. you'd found out last week because you were 10 days late for your period. you took a bunch pregnancy tests and all of them turned out positive. earlier when jungkook was out, you had gone to the doctors so that you could confirm that you were pregnant. and it was no surprise that you were.
he stared at you for a few more seconds before muttering, "shit" and burying his face in his hands.
"i took tons of tests and they were all positive. and i went to the doctors earlier and they confirmed it."
he took his face away from his hands and gazed at you, nodding slowly. he glanced down and put his hand gently on your tummy, "how many weeks?"
"four."
he looked up at you, "what, a month?" he asked, slightly shocked. "when did you realise?"
you exhaled sharply, "last week."
his smile faltered slightly but you were expecting it.
"why didn't you tell me?"
you looked down at his hand, "i wanted to be sure before i told you."
he sighed, understanding you. "okay baby."
he kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back.
"fuck. this is really happening, huh?"
you sighed, "mm hm."
you rested your head against his shoulder as he caressed your tummy.
"you're gonna be a daddy."
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DADDY DRABBLES MOODBOARD
SUMMARY: This Drabble series contains of small scenarios of them being a family from reader giving birth to baby's first words and them adopting pets and much more.
PAIRINGS: Husband JK X wife READER
WARNINGS: SMUT, FLUFF
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DRABBLE ONE: Where the reader gives birth and Jungkook won't stop panicking.
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to build a home | chapter sixteen
Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc
Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.
Word count: 19.7kÂ
Warnings: donât wanna spoil too much so iâll be brief. angst. yes! angst. unprotected sex, oc dom era?, handjobs!!, oral (f), dry humping (bc itâs me lol), loads of riding!, sweet missionary. also⊠this might not be with, uh, jk. or it might! who knows⊠keep reading :)Â
Authorâs note: Â i donât even know what to say to be honest, iâm so nervous for you guys to read this chapter but also so, so excited to hear what you think!! so, like always, do let me know what you thought!! so much to unpack here lol. I LOVE YOU! thank u for waiting for this one, hope you enjoy. xo <3
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Chapter Sixteen
You wait for a feeling of dread to take over you. For your heart to feel heavy, for a breath to get caught in your throat. You expect your eyes to burn with the promise of tears in a matter of seconds but none of that comes. Instead what you feel as your words come to a halt and all you can hear is the crashing of the waves, is relief. You feel light, like somethingâs left you. Something youâd assumed youâd weighted correctly based on the assumptions of your heart, but now you realize how wrong you were. You know this because as silence fills the air and you canât muster up the courage to look at Jungkook, a weightless feeling overcomes you. One that lets you know that you can let go. You can breathe now. You did the right thing â you tried.Â
Itâs something you can barely control when your legs give out and youâre lowering yourself, sitting on the sand as you fixate your gaze towards the sky. Itâs beautiful, you think, a sense of peace taking over you. You feel his eyes on you and for a second, he lingers. Hovering over you as if calculating his next move. You donât seem to be paying him much mind and Jungkook is almost grateful for this. He believes your eyes on his could break him in more ways than one and so the semi-privacy you give him as he collects his thoughts is one he doesnât take for granted. He stays very still, taking your words in even after youâve gone quiet. He waits for his head to spin, his fight or flight to kick in, a wave of overthinking to take over him but none of this happens. And when it doesnât, he simply follows your actions, coming down to sit next to you. Heâs awfully close, itâs what you perceive at first. The warmth his body gives out, the one youâve grown heartachingly familiar to, gives this away. His eyes arenât on you anymore and before you can think this through, youâre looking at him. You watch him as he watches the sea and the sky perform for the two of you. The sight alone feels like a consolation from God, but you canât help it when your eyes remain glued to him. On the way his gaze grows softer, dark hair swept slightly by the wind, his strong arms wrapped around his knees, making him look small. His nose, his lips. His face. The face you love, despite it all.Â
Despite his silence.Â
And so, ever so softly, you plead.
âYou donât owe me anything. You donât have to feel what I feel but please donât give me silence.â
Something inside of you tells you this is what you shouldâve said long ago, but you reach for no harshness in the way things have turned out for the two of you. You can only be grateful that these words are finding you now.Â
He looks at you, eyes meeting yours that never left him. His voice is a barely there whisper, but still all you can hear.Â
âIâm sorry.â
You smile. âWhat for?â
Is he sorry for his silence? For the silence he now knows heâs kept for weeks. For the silence he now knows is the cause of very many things that now make sense to him. Is he sorry for not loving you back? Is he sorry for you? For the way your eyes give the sadness away, even when almost tricked by your smile. Is he sorry for not being able to give himself this thing. This one good thing thatâs his and only his. For your eyes, that seem to take him in like nothing else matters. Not the sky, not the sea, not the way your heart sinks with every passing second that it takes for him to speak next.Â
âYou donât deserve my silence. You donât deserve any of this.â
âI know,â you say, but your voice remains soft. Kind. âI choose my battles, though.â
He smiles at you, but it doesnât quite meet his eyes. âI heard you that first time.â
âYeah⊠I figured that much.â
âI didnât thinkââ he stops himself.
âThat I meant it?â
âYeah,â you nod at this and he continues, âat first I didnât want to say anything just in case you hadnât realized what you said but then you⊠acknowledged it and Iâ I froze, __. I shouldâve said something, anything, I know that now. In that moment, though, I just⊠pushed it to the back of my mind because my brain told me a million reasons as to why maybe you didnât mean it.â
You turn your gaze away from his, fixing your eyes back into the ocean so as to hide the way his words make you feel. Something about your words being pushed to the back of his mind makes your heart ache. In this moment you realize that the pain youâve been feeling has little to do with love unreciprocated and much to do with love dismissed. You know his words hold no ill-intent but you canât help but picture your feelings as this physical thing â small and fragile at the palm of his hands, being crumpled like paper and tossed to the side.Â
Nonetheless, you push the feeling aside for the sole reason that you know him. You know Jungkook isnât a bad person, you know his actions are but a reaction of something heavier he carries.Â
âI understand. I was hurt, I wonât lie to you and I say I wasnât but⊠I understand.â Jungkook nods once, facing the ocean, trying to grasp for words but when he fails, you continue. âThis silence makes me feel like weâre strangers. Like a person I knowâ a person I love, is a stranger to me. And Iâm at fault for that, too. I shouldâve come to you sooner. I shouldâve told you how I was feeling.â
âI donâtâ,â Jungkook sighs, and the act alone loosens up the tension that heâd been holding onto. âI donât blame you for not coming to me. I donât think my actions were welcoming and that probably⊠that probably really fucking sucked for you, __. Iâm sorry.â
âDo you still love her?â Your own question takes you aback, but you canât take it back now. This is a good thing, you reckon. Nowâs a good time as any. âIra, I mean. Do you still love her?â
It takes him a beat too long to answer. âNo. Ira and I had been on a steady decline for a while⊠longer than youâd probably think.â
âI donât think of it, Jungkook. I know nothing about it.â
He looks at you now. âYouâre right.â
âAnd Iâm not asking you to⊠tell me all of it. I know it was hard. I know it still is hard so I would never demand to know but⊠I think Iâd like to know that much.â
âI donât love her. I thought I did, when she first left I thought that on top of everything, Iâd have to deal with being in love with her still but⊠how could I love someone that did that to the person I love the most?â
âSoori,â you state, matter of factly.
âYeah. And I get that⊠Iâm a person. With human reactions. That I can resent her for what she did to her as a father but still hold on to what she gave me as a man but the moment she walked away⊠Iâm not saying she took all the love Iâve ever felt for her with her, but she made things very clear for me. That wasnât the person Iâd fallen in love with. The person Iâd fallen in love with wouldâve never done that. And so that was that, I guess.â
You shift your body to face him better and the expression he holds breaks something inside of you.Â
âBut it still hurts.â
âYeah. Yeah, it still hurts. I think of the day when Iâll have to tell Soori about it. And when Iâm not thinking about it, Iâm having nightmares about it.â
âI get that but⊠I also meant,â now itâs your turn to sigh, deflating slightly before your next words leave you. âIt hurts you as a⊠person. Not a father.â
He smiles, half-heartedly. âIt does. Iâm just now realizing that it does.â
âBecause you canât love me.â
Jungkook hates the finality your words hold. The way you say it matter-of-factly. The way your voice loses all the hope it usually carries. The way you sound resigned â like youâve just given up. On this. On him. But he canât blame you for any of it. All he can do now is give you honesty. You and himself. All he can do now is try.Â
âI donât know what Iâm allowed to feel or not feel. I donât know what I feel. All I know is that most days, I donât even trust myself. That it takes me about ten minutes every morning to get out of fight or flight mode. I second guess my very own thoughts and when I think of the me that fell in love with Ira, or the me that opened up to anyone in the past for that matter, it feels so incredulous. Like an out of body experience. I donât feel like me anymore. I havenât in a while. I donât know who I am outside of being Sooriâs dad. And every piece of myself Iâve regained itâs been by observing the muscle memory my friends have around me.â
âI understand.â Itâs all you can say, afraid that anything else would fracture you further.Â
âYeah, you do. Surprisingly you do.â
He looks at you now and you allow yourself to stare into his eyes. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means that itâs always felt like you understood, even when you didnât know. You never asked questions yet you never tiptoed around it. Around me.â
âI think the cure for most things is giving ourselves the permission to feel them. I like to extend that to those who I think might need it.â
He laughs, in disbelief. Not because he doesnât believe you, but because the wisest part of him does. âYeah, thatâs the thing, __.â
You frown. His tone picks up a bit, making you feel slightly defensive yourself. âWhat is?â
âWhen I met you I⊠I almost resented you. Sometimes I ask myself how it is I ended up giving you the jobââ
âI ask myself the same thing. But I never thought you resented me.â
âI didnât. I didnât resent you. Maybe I wanted to. But I never got to. Iâd be in a shitty mood going down the stairs, feeling ready to be out the door and get to the office so I could shut everything out and not have to deal with anyone. Then Iâd go inside the kitchen and youâd smile at me. So bright I mistook it for pity for a while until I realized that it wasnât that. You just⊠understood. I still donât know what that means but all I know is that it changed me.â His gaze falters for a while before facing down. âI wanted to go back to my normal life. I wanted my problems to go away, as much as I knew that was impossible, itâs still all I wanted. And then you came in and gave me the total opposite of that.â
He looks up, eyes on yours and it hurts. It hurts because heâs making total sense, yet youâre confused. You find yourself in the middle of a battle between your heart and your brain, and they seem to be hearing whatever appeases them the most.Â
Jungkook smiles, more to himself than at you, as if lost in a memory. âYou felt new â not because you were new in my life, but because youâre nothing like Iâve ever known before. I tried to push you away because welcoming you into my life meant more changes, but that never worked out, did it?â
âI donât know,â you answer sincerely. Wherever this conversationâs going, you donât know, but all you can do is listen.Â
â__, youâreââ his words come to a halt, breath hitching in your throat as you wait. âYouâre warm and bright. Youâre so beautiful, the way you think and the way you speak donât stand behind â not a single part of you fails to be beautiful. And I was the complete opposite when I met you. You pulled me out of it, against my will even.â
âJungkook, why are you telling me this?â
âBecause I donât know what else to say. I donât know how to tell you how I feel, but this much I know itâs true.â
Your eyes hide from his gaze, the burn of the feeling in the form of tears catches up to you and now youâre the one that vows silence.Â
âIâm scared,â Jungkook says. âIt sounds so fucking stupid when I say it. And all I seem to do is try and push away the feeling but it just comes back stronger the next time. Iâm not scared of what I feel for you, Iâm not scared of you, __. But I am scared of what that entails.â
âWhy,â you ask, the word barely there.
Jungkookâs body turns to face you, his hand coming up to your face gently before heâs bringing your eyes to his. He tries to let his heart speak but it doesnât quite meet his tongue.Â
âI donât know.â
âOh.â
âYou donât deserve⊠this.â
âI donât.â
âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry because you canât be with me?â
âNo. Iâm sorry because Iâm about to ask you to be with me.â
Your eyes widen, confusion lacing your features yet the glimmer in your eyes is evident and Jungkook doesnât miss it. The way you look at him right now makes him want to be better, and perhaps thatâs whatâs been getting him through these months all along. You.Â
âIâ why would you be sorry for that?â
âBecause Iâm not gonna be perfect at it, but I want to be good at trying.â
âThatâs all I need, Jungkook.â
âWe havenât⊠given ourselves the opportunity to try. To really try. I guess thatâs on me, so I apologize. But I want us to try. I want us to talk and I want to try and explain to you why I feel the way I do. I want to understand it myself Iââ
You hold his cheek in your hand, stopping his words. âThatâs all I need.â
âNoââ
âYes. For now, itâs enough. We donât have to live in a hypothetical future. I know itâs hard not to sometimes but, we can go day by day. We can give ourselves the next twenty four hours and then go from there. Itâs all we have control over, isnât it?â
âYouâre wise. I was not this wise at twenty three. Still am not.â
You chuckle, shaking your head at his words. âIâm not wise. Iâmâ,â in love, you want to say, but you know that if a moment ever demanded for time and patience, it was this. âI care for you. I care for this. I care for us. I canât begin to imagine what it felt like⊠when she left. And I understand that pain doesnât go away in a day, but I just want to be by your side, I guess.â
âYou are. You have been since the beginning.â
âSo, let me.â
âOkay.â
He wants to kiss you and God, thereâs nothing you want more right now but thereâs no way of guaranteeing privacy and youâd like to keep this moment to yourself. Jungkook calls your name, making you face him once again. The skyâs about to end its show and you think that perhaps it wasnât all consolation from God but another, bigger thing. Hope. A sign. Pleading in screaming colors.Â
âYeah?â
âI havenât done this in a while.â
âWhat exactly?â
He ignores your question. âI mean, years. I was probably your age the last time I did this and I donât know if much has changed but,â your face still hints at confusion but thereâs a little smile that forms in your lips that he doesnât miss. It makes him feel shy but he breaks through it, needing you to hear him loud and clear and for nothing in his demeanor to translate into anything but what it is he wants.Â
âWill you be my girlfriend?â
You smile. âIâve never been asked that in my life.â
âOh, Iâ maybe itâs weirdââ
âYes.â Jungkook frowns. âYes, Iâll be your girlfriend, I mean.â
He smiles. Heartachingly so and God, it hurts so good.Â
âI probably shouldâve asked when I could kiss you.â
âMeet me in the hallway at midnight, we can kiss then.â
âDeal.â
âOh, and Jungkook?â
âYeah, baby?â
âI like knowing that youâre the first person to have asked me that.â
âI want many firsts with you, __.â
A soaring feeling takes over you. You feel like running in the direction of the wind, so fast itâd almost feel like flying.Â
âWeâre off to a good start, then.â
âYeah. Yeah we are.â
~
The rest of the night breezes you by. A calm taking over you that you hadnât felt in weeks. A calm thatâs only overshadowed by the longing you feel for him. You long to hold him, to kiss him, to brand the new title you now hold.Â
Girlfriend.Â
Youâre his girlfriend.Â
Lucy corners you as soon as you two make your way back, sporting casual faces as you both separate into opposite sides of the big garden so as to not draw attention to your absence. He goes back to the grill, an oblivious Mingyu and an all-too-knowing Taehyung waiting for him. You go back to Mai and Kenny, taking Soori in your arms and heading to the kitchen to make her bottle. Lucy follows you then, concern and curiosity all over her face until she sees the smile on your face. You barely get the words out before Jiminâs making his way inside the kitchen, too, cutting your conversation short. Nonetheless, she smiles. Pleased enough with what she knows, but not entirely surprised. Sheâd been rooting for you all along.Â
By the time Soori begins to fuss about, you donât waste a second to put her to bed. Jungkook approaches you and his proximity feels like fire, igniting all sorts of things inside of you. He offers to help and put her to bed but you encourage him to finish up at the grill and spend time with his friends â itâs your last night here after all and the weekend had been full of ups and downs. He deserves this moment of steady ups, to calmly go about his night and enjoy the company that surrounds him. By the time Sooriâs tucked into bed, dinnerâs ready. You steal glances and knowing smiles from the opposite end of the table, enjoying the relaxed nature he sports and how beautiful it looks on him. Your boyfriend.Â
Yeah, of course, a part of you wants to scream it at the top of your lungs. You want to wrap your arms around him and not waste a single second. But youâd be lying if you said the anticipation wasnât building so sweetly â the thought alone of the night coming to an end as you two come together filling you up with something that feels new. Security. Itâs comforting, you think, not having to doubt it for a second.Â
With very many helping hands, the dinner table is clear and all thatâs left to do is relax by the fire. Soft music playing in the speakers, old tales between old friends being exchanged, accompanied by laughs and smiles. Itâs the perfect night, and you think of the irony that it holds. Your morning started with uncertainty, the kind that pangs at your chest and leaves you restless. Now, looking at him, the light coming from the fire dancing across his features, you couldnât feel more different. Your chest feels airy and for the first time in a while, youâre confident the sleep that will find you tonight will be peaceful.Â
After much deliberation, Mai being the voice of reason, itâs decided that itâll be an early night. Thereâs packing to do and an early morning that awaits to drive back to the city. You feign a sad face when Lucy reaches for your hand to help you get up from the couch and Jungkook smiles because he knows all too well. Youâre a shit liar and in a moment of self-indulgence, he likes holding that knowledge. He likes knowing you. He likes that thereâs something in this room that only you and him know, thatâs yours to keep. Another part of him wishes to break the distance â cant stand it, even. He wants to sit next to you, to pull you into his lap and feel you against his chest. He wants to whisper things in your ear when the conversation around him grows boring and to feel secluded from the world, even if in a room full of people, because he has you.Â
You check on Soori, whoâs sound asleep, before you head back to your room. You breeze through the process of packing, too, yet taking your time. Itâs thirty minutes to midnight and the anticipation builds inside of you like smoke. When youâre all packed you decide to jump in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day and make room for a new beginning. Youâve always believed in the healing properties a good shower can hold but this one in particular secures the notion for you. You brush your hair and do your skincare, a smile plastered on your face the whole time, so much so that you barely recognize the reflection in the mirror. Youâre about to get into your favorite oversized t-shirt, your tried and true choice of sleepwear but you think again, reaching in the very depths of your suitcase and retrieving a white, cotton slip dress with lace embroidering. Itâd been a gift from Lucy, who had gotten tired of your old 90s t-shirt of a golden retriever that was missing an eye from wear and tear.Â
You notice the house has grown quiet around you and at exactly 11:59, you stand in front of the door, turning the lights off inside your room and taking a deep breath. You smile, shaking your head as the romantic in you (which could be said is all of you) thinks of the fact that the last time you kissed Jungkook today in the wine cellar, you didnât imagine your next kiss would be as his girlfriend.Â
The universe romances you back, because at exactly midnight you open your door, a gasp leaving your mouth as youâre met directly with Jungkook. You have about enough time to register the smile on his face before heâs grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in, lips on yours before you can even speak. You melt into the kiss, hear the way he sighs against your mouth, making you smile. You wrap your arms around him, fingers carding through his hair as you pull him impossibly closer to you. He pulls away, eager to see your face, but not before your lips meet his again in a single whisper of a kiss, like he canât fully pull away.Â
âWell, hello,â you say.
âYou make me a weak man, Iâm sorry.â
This makes you laugh, bringing your lips back to his. âMm, I beg to differ. All the waiting we had to do today required a lot of willpower.â
With his lips still on yours, he mumbles, âyeah, I hated every second of that.â
You push him away, mock shock lacing your features. âHey, I thought it was quite romantic.â
âI think getting to kiss my girlfriend is even more romantic.âÂ
He doesnât give you a second to process the words that leave him, and all youâre left with is his lips on yours and an army of butterflies taking over every inch of your body, leaving you weak at the knees and at his very mercy. Eventually, though, you compose yourself (if only a little).
âYeah, it kinda sucked not being able to kiss my boyfriend.â
He pulls away, tight grip at your waist still as he cocks an eyebrow at you. âYou got a boyfriend, huh?â
âYeah, sorry I didnât tell you sooner. I was too caught up in the kissing.â
âWho is this little punk anyways?â
You laugh, throwing your head back. âYou know, just some guy I found.â
He pulls you in once again. âLucky bastard.â
âNo, Iâm the lucky one.â
âI beg to differ.â
âLetâs agree to disagree.â
âNah, I say we work it out.â
When he pulls you closer, itâs slower this time. Head leaning to the side, a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before he kisses you. He takes his time, taking the lead as you melt into him, letting him guide your tongue with his. You get lost in him, so much so you lose track of time, too focused on the way he claims your mouth, on the way his hands feel as they skim down your body. You almost donât hear the way you moan against his mouth, fully reacting to him.Â
When you remove your mouth from his, his lips land on your neck as he peppers open mouthed kisses over your skin.Â
âWe probably shouldnât be doing this here,â you tell him, closing your eyes at the sensation before drawing your head back involuntarily, granting him more access. âSomeone couldâ come out and see.â
âI donât care.â
It takes you a minute to register his words and also the certainty of his tone when he says them. âYou donât?â
This makes him stop. âDo you?â
âIâ I donât know. Do you not?â
âI donât, no.â
âBut-â
âYouâre my girlfriend. This shouldâve not been a secret for a while now.â
âOh.â
âBut we can take as much time as you need,â he says, calmly scanning your eyes to try and read your thoughts.Â
âNo, no. Iâ I just want you to feel ready.â
âIâm ready.â
âAre you sure? We have⊠all the time in the world.â
âYeah, so why waste it?â
You smile at his words. âHow would we go about it?â
He shrugs. âI donât know. I guess I could just⊠bring it up? Namjoonâs gonna freak out.â
You both laugh. âLucy already knows.â
âOof. Jiminieâs gonna be mad he didnât find out before her.â
âOur best friends are dating.â You widen your eyes, making Jungkook chuckle at your sweetness.
âYeah, and so are we. Thatâs kinda cool, isnât it?â
âDoes that mean we get toâŠ,â you feel shy all of a sudden, hiding your face slightly so you donât face him, âgo on double dates and stuff?â
âYes, angel. We get to go on all kinds of dates.â
âIâm excited about that. Iâm excited, Jungkook.â
âMe too, baby.â He pecks your lips once before he pulls away, leaving you pouting and needy for more. âIâm gonna have to get a new nanny.â
His words make you pull away slightly, shock evident all over your face. âWhat? Why? What do you mean?â
âNo, baby,â he laughs. âI didnât mean it like that. I just meant⊠well, I want us to go places together, just us two.â
âLucy can babysit. Sheâs good with kids, plus Jiminâs used to babysitting her and sheâs very comfortable around her andââ
His hands cup your cheeks, bringing your forehead to his. He canât quite put into words, the way it makes him feel when you talk about Soori like this. With an overprotectiveness heâs only ever seen in, well, himself.Â
âOkay, baby.â
âOkay.â
He smiles, thumb caressing your cheek and he canât help but chuckle. Your own laughter is soft, rolling your eyes a bit at his teasing. The next kiss he presses against your lips is tender, and you melt into him, sinking into the feeling and surrendering to his touch. Your bodyâs used to him, lips familiar with his own but your heart canât help but feel like this moment is full of firsts. The hand that holds your waist grips tighter, his chest now flushed to yours. You can feel his breathing, taste his lips, touch his skin as it gets warmer with the heat of your kiss. Words of need are about to escape your mouth but before they can, Sooriâs baby monitor is going off on Jungkookâs phone. He sighs, giving a little out of breath chuckle before heâs reaching for his pocket and retrieving his phone.Â
âIs she okay,â you ask, peeking into the screen to see her on the baby cam.Â
âYep, just awake. Maybe itâs just taking her a while to adjust to the new sleeping environment.â
âYeah, that sounds about it.â
âIâm gonna go check on her.â
âI can come with,â you tell him, fingers coming to his face to push a strand of hair behind his ear.Â
âNo, baby, itâs okay. Go to my room and wait for me there, Iâll only be a minute.â
âAlright.â
You smile as he leans in, lips capturing yours in a quick peck that doesnât fail to steal your breath away nonetheless. He makes his way to Sooriâs nursery and you cross the hallway, heading to his room. His bed looks inviting and itâs only when your head touches the pillow that the weight of the day seems to fall upon you. You feel like youâve lived a variety of realities today. From hopeful, to hopeless to⊠this. Now. Waiting for him in his bed, his scent that still lingers on the pillows sending a troop of butterflies to your stomach as you take him in. Your body yearns for him, wants him, and perhaps not all sexually. Just holding him, breathing him in, could be enough you reckon.Â
You miss the way your eyes grow heavy, body nuzzling into the sheets, and itâs only when Jungkook walks through the door that you notice youâd fallen asleep.Â
âHi,â you say, the grogginess in your voice making him smile.Â
âSorry for waking you up,â he says, getting into bed with you and pulling you closer in one swift movement until his arm is wrapped around your waist and your foreheads are nearly touching.Â
âItâs okay. How long were you gone for?âÂ
âLike twenty minutes. She was a bit fussy.â Your eyes widen in surprise, itâd felt like no time had passed at all. âYou tired, baby?â
âI donât know.â
He laughs. âWhat do you mean you donât know?â
âMy body is but my mind is not. Iâm too⊠happy.â
âIâm happy, too.â He kisses you, pulling away too quickly for your taste but when the back of his hand gently caresses your cheek you rejoice in the pleasure of the simple act. âThank you.â
Opening your eyes, you look confused. âWhat for?â
âEverything. Understanding, being with me⊠not just now but, in general. It makes me feel⊠like everythingâs going to be okay.â
âEverything is going to be okay. The angels just told me.â
He laughs, loud and so very beautiful. âThey did?â
âYeah. What are you laughing for?â
âNothing, nothing. Youâre right. Bet they talk to you, considering that, you know, youâre part of the gang.â
âThe gang?â
âOf angels.â
âI know what you mean I just canât believe you called them a gang.â
âFine. The troop.â
âThatâs almost worse.â
âYouâre not unpleased often but when you are⊠oof.â
You smile, with your eyes first before it meets your lips and for some reason Jungkook finds the act so seductive. Some reason is cutting him slack, actually. He knows the reason. He knows all of the reasons.Â
âPlease me then.â
He raises an eyebrow. âYeah? Youâre not too tired?â
You shake your head. âNo, baby.â
He kisses you, words a murmur against your lips when he says, âwe can go slow.â
âMm, yeah. I like that.â
âYeah?â
You nod your head, a lazy smile on your lips when he pulls away and thatâs all the confirmation he needs. The mere notion of having you soon sends his body into overdrive in sheer anticipation. Your skin is soft as he runs his hand down your arm, reaching your leg before itâs making its way back up under your nightgown. You sigh, eyes on his before theyâre closing at the feeling of his touch on your bare skin. Youâre receptive to him, tonight more than ever and you donât miss the way he adorns your skin with goosebumps everywhere he touches. His hand closes around your ass cheek before he squeezes. He groans, making you smile. When you open your eyes, his are impossibly dark and fixated on you. You kiss him, nimble fingers making a descend down his torso, stopping under his navel before you touch the soft skin of his abdomen under his shirt. He hisses against your lips when your hand finds his cock over his sweatpants, hard. You close your palm around him, thumb moving against the head and the friction alone has him groaning against your mouth.Â
âFuck,â he says, voice deep in a whisper.
âFeel good?â
âYeah, so good.â
You hum against his lips, hand coming inside his pants and wrapping around his cock. He feels hot and heavy in your hold already and he sounds even prettier now than he did before. So supple for you, so needy. It makes you want to give him the world and then some. You jerk him for longer than either of you can register, too distracted by the way your lips meet sloppy and lazily in a kiss that seems to have no end. Jungkook gets carried away, a sweet sinking feeling in his lower stomach making him regain consciousness as he brings his hand to yours to halt your movements.Â
âShitâ I was so close,â he pants, grip tightening on your hand.Â
âWhy not? I want it. Please.â
He shakes his head. âWanna fuck you.â
And you want that too, yet something about the way you two were kissing, his little moans and groans against your mouth as you felt his cock throb in your hand has you making a mental note to come back to this at some point. Easy, simple, like you have all the time in the world.Â
And you do.Â
âHow do you want me, Kook?â
He looks into your eyes for a beat too long, as if contemplating the endless possibilities.Â
âFuck, come here, baby.â
He kisses you deep, towering a bit over you as he presses you against the mattress before heâs holding your waist and swiftly turning you to the side until your back is flushed against his front. You feel his cock against your ass, backing up a little to feel him better and he whines, forehead falling on your shoulder. He takes your panties off in a second, your hazy mind barely noticing until the warmth of his fingers finds the place you want him in the most.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby.â
âWant you so bad, Jungkook.â
You turn your head to face him better, give him a fucked out smile that has his cock jumping for attention between your bodies.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says, lips so close to being on yours. Your cheeks grow a new shade of crimson and he smiles, kissing you finally.Â
âThank you. I think you are.â You can barely finish your sentence, words getting caught in a little gasp as his middle and ring finger circle your entrance. He coats them in your slick before they find your clit, running lazy circles against it and making you jolt slightly in his hold at the sensation. âThat feels so nice.â
âCanât wait to have my cock in here,â he presses his fingers into your opening, ever so slowly, making you whine as you back into them. âStay still, __. Be patient.â
âPlease,â you beg, looking into his eyes before they grow heavy in pleasure as he begins to move his fingers inside of you.Â
âYouâre so fucking tight it drives me insane, baby.â
âY-yeah?â your voice is a whimper.Â
âYeah. âS all mine, isnât it?â
âYeah, Jungkook.â You moan his name, can feel the way he smiles against your cheek before heâs pressing a kiss against it, slowly moving towards your ear, his breath on the sensitive spot making you shiver.Â
âSay it.â
âItâs your pussy, Jungkook. Only yours. Iâm only yours.â
âYeah, baby. You are. All fucking mine.â
He fucks his fingers into you one last time before heâs abruptly pulling out, making you gasp and close your legs at the loss of friction. He wastes little time, bringing your ass to him before heâs spitting into hand and bringing it down to his cock, coating it over his head and down his shaft. He grips at the base, aligning himself against your opening and slowly pushing inside. You both sigh, turning back to meet his face before your laughter combined fills the room. Itâs sweet, the way you share this moment with him, his lips on yours not long after, the kiss deepening with each thrust.Â
âThat feels so good, Kook,â you say, bringing your forehead to rest on his.Â
âYeah. Love fucking you, baby.â
âFuck me forever,â you look into his eyes as you say this, playful sure, but words filled with intention.Â
âFuck, Iâm trying,â he chuckles, âso far, so good.â
He holds onto your hips, fucks you deeper and hits that spot, making your back arch and your eyes roll. âSo good.â
His hand travels up, sneaking under your nightgown as he finds your breasts, palm closing around it before he pinches your nipples, pulling sweet little sounds out of you. He fucks you slow but deep, paying close attention to the way your body reacts to him. To the way your moans turn into whines when he goes deeper, the way your hand closes around his under the soft fabric, the way your pussy clenches around his big cock. You begin to unravel in his arms, feeling the way his hand travels down, missing his touch already. He lays his hand on your lower stomach before heâs pressing into the soft flesh, the whine that leaves your lips high pitched at the feeling.Â
âDo it again,â you plead, âand fuck me harder.â
He complies, pace growing a tad bit faster and deeper until he can feel what heâs doing to you on the palm of his hand. You press your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as your breathing grows erratic, teeth closing around your bottom lip.
âGonna cum for me, angel?â
âYes. Fuck, yes, Jungkook.â
âLet go, baby. Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.â
His words against your neck are all it takes for you to let go, growing very still for a second before youâre cumming in short little spasms and God, it feels so good. He coaxes you through it, words of praise leaving his lips as he places pillowy kisses all over your skin, making you shiver. The bliss takes over your body as you come down, turning to him and locking his lips on yours.Â
âThat was so good,â you tell him, voice soft and sweet and it drives him insane.Â
âYou feel so good.â He sounds a bit delirious, mind fixated on the way your pussy throbs around his cock.Â
âWant you to cum, baby. Want your cum, please.â
His dick jumps inside of you, heâs sure you can feel it. âFuck, donât talk like that.â
You giggle. âWhy?â
âIâll cum like this.â
You blame your boldness on your post-orgasmic bliss. âWhy not?â
He smirks, eyes closing as if taken aback by your words. He shakes his head, âyou know we canât.â
âYeah, I know,â you give, but something in your voice lets him know youâre only rearing up. âBut it feels good to think about it. It feels so good. Do you think about it, Jungkook?â
It takes him a minute to register your words, hips starting to move as he thrusts into you slowly. âY-yeah, I think about it.â
âDoes it feel good when you do?â
âFuck- it does, baby.â
âSometimes itâs all I can think about," you confess, "you filling me upâŠâ
He lets you sit with your words for a second before heâs pulling out of you. Partly to compose himself, and partly to push you back against the mattress and hover over you, his body finding a spot between your legs. When he looks at you his gaze has darkened, eyes no longer playful.Â
âEnjoying yourself?â
âYeah. Are you?ïżœïżœ You tempt him, words pushing his new demeanor further.Â
âYouâre a little greedy, arenât you?â His hand closes around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure, all the pleasure going to your head as the sensation makes you a little dizzy.Â
âYeah, just for you, Jungkook.â
He wants to bite back, to keep the act up but the truth is that your words dismantle him, cock throbbing in painful pleasure and he needs to cum. He crashes his lips into yours, bringing his hips down and gripping at his base until heâs pushing inside you again. It doesnât take long for him to get back to where he was, so fucking close, mind in a haze as he still takes in your words from earlier. It takes all his willpower not to bust inside of you right now, the way you moan against his lips only edging him further.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
He pulls out, pumping himself a couple of times before heâs cumming all over your tummy, painting the tan of your skin. His face contorts in pleasure, wet strands of black hair falling against his forehead as he bites his lip. It takes him a couple of seconds to recover, holding onto your waist as he takes in the sight before him. He thinks the image of you coated in his cum could make him hard again, and if he wasnât sure enough then, he is now. His eyes follow your every move as you bring a finger down to your stomach, running it over a white stripe before youâre bringing it to your lips, sucking on it for emphasis before youâre swallowing.Â
âI guess thatâs an upside to no creampies. I get to taste it,â you smile, finger between your lips still.Â
His eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape and when he canât form words, cock jumping at your filthy actions, he says,
âHoly fuck, give me a second.â
You laugh, bringing his face to yours, kissing him deep and slow, tongue playing with his and he just lets you.Â
Your next words are a whisper,
âWe got all the time in the world, remember?â
~
Your side of the bed is empty.
It takes Jungkook a while to notice, his body struggling to fully wake up and mind begging him to turn off the irritating sound of his alarm. His arm reaches out but itâs only met with the soft fabric of his sheets. He frowns, a bit more awake now, opening his eyes slowly to make sure his sense of touch isnât betraying him. He looks around the room, the door to his bathroom closed, everything oddly quiet with the exception of his alarm. He quietens it down, sitting up and running a hand through his messy locks. He reaches for his phone, checking up on Soori through the baby cam. The frown that dents his forehead from not waking up next to you softens the minute he takes the sight before him in. Youâre in her nursery, sitting on the floor and she sits in front of you. You get her attention when you show her two dresses to pick from. She goes for a cute pink one with frills and bows at the shoulders. He scrunches his nose in endearment, leaning back into the pillows to enjoy the show a little longer. He gives himself the luxury of just looking at the two of you. The way she hands you one of her plushies and you pause on the task of getting her dressed just so you can play with her. You put on a british accent, pulling faces as you make the toy frog speak. Soori giggles, imitating you with babbles and cute faces. It feels like she does something new every day and seeing the two of you interact leaves no doubt in his mind that heâs got you to thank for it.Â
He feels peace as he enters the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth â phone propped up on the counter, giggling when Sooriâs happy shrieks come alive through the speakers. And yeah, itâs not the first time heâs thought it, but in this moment Jungkook thinks that he could get used to this. He could really get used to this.Â
The house is quiet around him when he steps outside of his bedroom and into the hallway. 7:15 â still early for everyone except his daughter, and you apparently. He makes his way to her nursery, sneakily peeking through the door, but the moment he steps a foot inside the room heâs got two pair of bambi eyes looking up at him.Â
âLook whoâs up, Soo Soo,â you say, pointing at Jungkook and making Soori shriek in excitement at the sight of her dad.Â
Jungkook smiles as he walks to you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips as he says, âgood morning, baby.â You bring Soori up, raising her towards him and she giggles when he places a kiss on her forehead and says, âgood morning, princess.â
âSay good morning, daddy,â you look at her, kissing her on the cheek and laughing when all she does is babble a string of dadaâs. âThatâs good enough.â
Jungkook sits in front of you, Soori in the middle and deep in debate on whose attention to get first. Jungkook wins and she crawls over to him, abruptly landing on his lap. He laughs, picking her up and peppering kisses on her plump cheeks. âWas she up really early?â
âKinda. I was gonna let her sleep a bit more but she was fussy.â
âCould be sleep regression.â
âI love it when you talk dad to me.â
âHa. Good, plenty more where that came from.â
You smile. âHey, come here, missy. I still need to do your hair.â
Jungkook passes her over to you, but not before taking her back in his arms right before youâre about to catch her, her sweet laughter filling the room. âOkay, okay. Go with Nana.â
She crawls towards you, looking at her dad one last time before sheâs nuzzling herself in the middle of your crossed legs, hands busy with her toys as you work on her pigtails. You have an assortment of bows in front of you, indecisive still on which ones to use. Jungkook just observes you â doesnât miss how gentle you are with her, how she finds her spot between your legs and just stays there. He canât remember the last time she stayed still while he did her hair.Â
He thinks youâre magic.Â
âAll done,â you say, opening your hands at her side for her to take them. âShow daddy, Soo.â
She looks up at Jungkook, smiling at him and he melts at her sweet actions. âYou look so stinkinâ cute, princess.â You went with the white bows, a little too big for the thin strings of hair that comes out of her pigtails but it only makes her look ten times cuter. You stand her up and she holds onto your thumbs for support, bouncing in place as Jungkook opens his hands towards her.Â
âWanna go to daddy?â Youâre about to hold onto her little hands to encourage her but she takes the first step all by herself. You and Jungkook look at eachother, freezing for a second and trying not to move or make any noise so as to not jinx the moment.Â
âOh my God,â he whispers, and just like that, youâre letting go of her hands gently and his daughter is taking her first steps. Sheâs a bit confused at first but the moment she takes her second, slightly wobbly, step towards him she smiles. Sheâs in his arms in no time and he brings her closer, hand on her head as he kisses her face. âGood job, baby. Iâm so proud of you, Soo Soo. Youâre so cool, wow.â
Your hands are still over your mouth, shocked and excited all at once and you can see the way Jungkookâs eyes tear up. Itâs only when you blink and it stings that you realize tears had pooled in yours, too. âWow,â is all you can muster.Â
He dries his tears with the back back of his thumb, laughing and shaking his head. âHoly shit. Shit- sorry,â he says to Soori, âdonât repeat that.â
âI canât believe that just happened.â
He looks at you, that beautiful smile you love plastered all over his face, so big it meets his eyes. âWeâre both crying.â
âI know,â you laugh, and he follows, giddy and airy and you canât seem to stop. âThat was so cool.â
âI know right?â He looks at her, placing another kiss on her cheek before heâs placing her back on her feet. âWanna go to Nana?âÂ
âNana!â Soori says, igniting a new set of tears to swell up at your eyes.Â
âCome here, baby.âÂ
And she does, her little legs going faster than she can master yet and falling on the very last step but you catch her, an immediate smile on your face that lets her know sheâs safe and she claps when Jungkook does, looking back at him and then back at you, stars in her eyes and surrounded by so much love.Â
âPolaroid time!â Jungkook exclaims, sitting up.Â
âYou brought it?â
âYeah. I was kinda hoping it would happen this weekend, but Iâd lost hope, not gonna lie.â
âDaddyâs always prepared, isnât he, Soo Soo?â
She claps again, crying for him a second after when she sees him leave the room. You keep her distracted for the minute it takes Jungkook to fetch the camera and come back into the room, another clap from her when she sees him again. You get her, thatâs pretty much how you feel too. He sits back down in front of you and you reach for the camera, letting Soori go to him with her newly found walk. Sheâs still getting the hang of it but sheâs so good at it already. You might be biased but you truly do believe she is the smartest baby ever, and moments like these simply prove your point.Â
You point the camera at them, Jungkook holding onto Soori as she stands up and they both smile. âSay, Soori walks now!â
âSoori walks noooooow!â Itâs picture perfect. They both are. Jungkook reaches for the camera and says, ânow one of the two of you.â She walks to you when you beckon her over, falling into your lap and making you both laugh as she stares confusedly at you. Jungkook hides behind the camera and says, âsay, Sooriâs a velcro baby!â and with that, your smile is turned into laughter, Soori following suit as she looks up at you and the flash goes off. Jungkook smiles, confident on the fact that heâs probably just taken the best picture ever.Â
âLetâs take one of the three of us,â you say, scooting closer to him and placing Soori between the two of you. Jungkook extends the camera in front of you and in an instant, the memory is etched in a photograph forever.
 This happens a lot as a parent â a milestone becoming your favorite memory â and it only makes him look forward to the future, and that, for reasons only he understands, takes him by surprise. He looks at the pictures that you arrange in a neat line in front of you, smiling and pointing as you show Soori, who has developed a newly found interest of looking at herself in photos. Jungkook thinks about how once upon a time, he imagined having to do this all by himself. It made him dread the milestones, the excitement, because he always felt like the notion of something missing would haunt him. But so far, the milestones have been nothing but sweet. This one the sweetest thus far and itâs that word â thus far â that stirs something inside of him.
Without giving it much thought he says,
âI want to stay.â
You look at him, smiling. âUgh, I know. I could easily live by the beach.â
âNo, I mean it. I want to stay.â
âOhââ
âYou have three weeks off from book club, right?â
âUh, yeahâŠâ
âThen letâs stay. Just the three of us. I can take time off, too. And we could just⊠stay.â
âI meanâ I,â you donât know what to say, âcould we?â
âWhy not?â
âI didnât bring enough clothes for three weeks.â Itâs a shit excuse and the moment it leaves your mouth you both laugh.
âWe can go to the nearby town and get whatever we need. I think youâll really like it, actually. Itâs very picturesque.â
âWell, I canât say no to the beach and picturesque nearby townsâŠâ
âHm, I know how to get you to stay forever then.â He kisses you, long and deep and you smile against his lips when his words start to sink in. Soori taps Jungkookâs chest and whines, demanding his attention. âWhatâs up, baby?â She looks back at you, as if claiming you. âAh, well, you had to learn this at some point. Today weâre gonna learn how to share-â
âJungkook!â you shove him playfully, taking Soori into your arms and kissing her cheek. âYou donât have to share me, bubby. Itâs okay.â
âHey, Iâm teaching her valuable life lessons!â
âHow about you share?â you glare at him, pulling Soori closer to you.Â
âTsk. No can do,â he steals another kiss, chuckles meeting your lips and you join him, his happiness contagious. Or maybe itâs your happiness thatâs contagious.Â
It doesnât matter, you think. Your happiness and his combined, Soori at the center of your little universe⊠itâs warmth. Itâs pure warmth.Â
~
By the time ten a.m. rolls around, the house starts filling up with noise â little kids running around, Jimin and Taehyung bickering in the hallways over who the best superhero is, and everyone wheeling their suitcases out and about, wondering whether theyâre forgetting anything and estimated time of arrivals.Â
Jungkook and Soori lay in the bed of the guest room youâve been staying at, lazily playing with Sooriâs toy fruit basket as Jungkook makes her plushies sit around in a circle circle and Soori feeds them. You do your makeup, get ready for the day, steal a couple of glances their way as you try and still your heart at the sight alone. You do and undo your hair a couple of times, shifting between a ponytail and letting it down. You opt for letting it down, roll your eyes when you realize you subconsciously (or very consciously) do it because itâs how Jungkook likes it best. And hey, youâre all for feminism, but canât you just enjoy being his silly, little girlfriend for a moment? Surely you get a hall pass for being in the honeymoon stage alone.Â
ââKay, Iâm all done,â you say, stepping back into the room and blushing the moment his eyes are on yours and he smirks. Youâre wearing a white sundress, so very you, and he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume from where he stands. He makes a slow circle with his index finger and you roll your eyes, attitude easily dismantled the moment he says, âpleaseâ and so you give in, spinning around once as he whistles.Â
âGorgeous,â he says, emphasis on the s.
âThank you,â you sound collected, which is a partial truth. âShall we head downstairs?â
âLetâs go, Iâm starving,â he leaves the bed, taking Soori in his arms and laughing when she makes grabby hands at the floor. âI see how it isâŠâ
âWe must encourage her,â you say, taking her from him and placing her on the floor. She looks up at you, then at Jungkook, and just like that sheâs sitting on the floor, a pout forming on her lips before sheâs letting out a cry. âNo, no, baby! Weâre here!â
âYeah, princess, look!â and she does, sniffling some as she makes grabby hands at Jungkook. He looks at you, guilt settling all over his face and fighting the urge to not pick her up. Said urge is about to win, but youâre faster than the temptation.Â
âKook, she wonât want to walk⊠you canât pick her up now.â
âButâ,â he says, but deep down knows youâre right, âfine.â
âItâs okay, Soo. Look, weâll hold your hands and we can all walk! Isnât walking so much fun?â
He doesnât know how you do it, because in an instant sheâs back on her feet, one hand holding onto him and the other onto you, and the three of you are making your way down the hallway. Going down the stairs is fun, her laughter filling the air as she bounces on each step and you both swing her gently.Â
She doesnât fail to get everyoneâs attention and the second you three enter the living room sheâs got all eyes on her, excitedly waiting for her appearance. Jungkook looks up at his friends, doesnât miss the way they all hold their breaths as they see their niece hitting a milestone â one of many they have and will be around for.Â
âGood morning, everyone. Look what Soori can do,â he says, letting go of her hand and you follow. She stands there for a second, wobbly legs threatening to give out but she stands her ground, smiling at the people she loves the most in the world, all gathered in a room and gawking at her with stars in their eyes. Taehyung kneels down, clapping once and opening his arms for her, making Soori shriek in excitement and waddle towards him before falling into his arms. Heâs crying, holding onto her and showering praises against her cheek in-between kisses. They all join him, gathering around her and taking turns loving on her.Â
âWell, I think thatâs all the encouragement she needs,â you say, laughing and taking in the sweet sight before you.Â
Hobi picks her up, taking her into his arms and kissing her temple. âBad day for you to be cooped up inside a car for two hours huh, baby?â
âWeâre gonna stay.â
Kenny looks up at him, taking Soori from Hoseok. âHuh?â
âYeah. The three of us are, actually.â
Everyoneâs eyes are on the two of you, so naturally they donât miss the way Jungkookâs hand wraps around yours the moment the word âusâ Â leaves his mouth. A silence falls around the room, so dense that youâre convinced everyone can hear how loud your heart is beating, your hand gripping Jungkookâs in an attempt to ground yourself. Not that you didnât see this moment coming, because you did, but you canât help but admit itâs a bit nerve racking, to be perceived by all of them at once. Your eyes look for Lucy, not surprised when you see a cheeky smile plastered across her face, Jimin looking up at her in confusion.Â
Yoongiâs the first one to break the ice, always one to bring balance into any situation. âWell, thatâs a well deserved vacation, Jungkookie. Iâm happy for you.â He looks at you when he says that last sentence, offering a warm smile you donât fail to return.Â
âYeah!â Namjoon yells out, startling you. âIt was about timeâ for your vacation, I mean.â
âJoon,â Iseul says, shoving his arm discreetly.
 Thatâs all it takes for all of you to break into laughter, Jungkook looking at you for a second before heâs looking back at his friends. Taehyung looks at him, muttering a silent, âfucking finally,â his way and raising his hands to the sky in prayer. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him but deep down, heâs thankful for his friend and for his words of advice from the beginning.Â
âWell then, letâs have one last family breakfast before we have to hit the road,â Hobi says, bouncing Soori on his lap before he looks at you, âhow do you take your coffee, __?â
âUm, iced americano.â
âEasy! Iâll get on itâ oh, like Kookie! So, two?â Kenny asks, smiling at you, something in her eyes that you understand. A bond, perhaps, or simply more happiness combined.Â
âYep. Thank you, Ken.â Jungkook smiles at her, squeezing your hand one more time before walking the two of you to the garden alongside everyone else. He leans over, whispering so only you can hear, âthat went well.â
âYeah. Yeah, it did.â
âSorry for being blunt I justâ I donât know. I wanted them to know.â
âIt was perfect,â you look at him, a sweet smile on your face and God, he wants to kiss you so bad. But as much as he wants to, he doesnât know where you stand when it comes to PDA â so much to figure out and it feels sweet to him, the beginning stages of a relationship. Of your relationship.
You sit down next to Jimin, looking up at Jungkook who tells you heâs gonna help in the kitchen. You nod and smile when he leans down and places a tender kiss on the side of your head, blushing and feeling shy all of a sudden but the moment doesnât linger for long.
âWe can go on double dates now!â Jimin says, face nuzzled between his hands as he sighs.
You laugh. âYou know, I had the same thought.â
He grows serious all of sudden, making you feel slightly anxious. âIâm happy for you guys, __. Really happy.â
You smile. âThank you, Jimin. Iâm really happy, too.â
He returns the smile for a second before it falls, leaving you confused. âCanât believe you told Lucy first. I thought we had a real friendship going on, __!â
And while you try to reassure Jimin that you two do indeed have a real friendship going on, Mai intercepts Jungkook on his way to the kitchen, holding onto his shoulders and startling him.Â
âJesus Christ, Mai.â
She stares at him for a second too long before the biggest smile forms on her face. âEeeeeek!â she shakes him a bit, jumping up and hugging him. Jungkook laughs, wrapping his arms around her middle. âIâm so happy! Oh, you so owe me one,â she says, âbut Iâll settle for a thank you. For now.â
âThank you, Mai.â
âYouâre so welcome!â she hugs him again. âIâm a really good cupid.â
âSo this was your plan all along?â
âWell, no. My plan was really to find you a nanny. The fact that she was pretty, charming and sweet were all add ons with loads of potential. And I see potential where potential is due,â she winks at him, chuckling when she sees the way he blushes at her words, being taken back to very many years ago and to an eighteen year old Jungkook. She never thought sheâd see it again, but boy is she glad she gets to.Â
âYeah, well, thank you. I mean it. Sheâs⊠special, isnât she?â He says, looking out the window, his eyes finding you. You canât see him but youâre smiling, laughing as you attempt to keep up with Jimin and Jin who seem to be talking your ears off.Â
âOh, no,â she says, making his head turn back towards her. âSheâs more than that, Kook. Sheâs magic.â
And he smiles because he knows.Â
He really, truly knows.Â
~
In the course of five hours, Soori has not only learned how to walk, no. Sooriâs a runner now. Perhaps runner is an exaggeration, yes. A fast walker a more accurate way to describe her, but you canât help the hyperbole when she quite literally runs away from you as you attempt to get her pink converse on her left foot. The right foot was a success, distracted enough by the sunglasses sheâd snatched from your head. The left one is bare and aids her into running away from what she probably deemed a boring activity. Arms up and giggles filling the air, sheâs promptly stopped by Jungkookâs arms that catch her in the act.Â
âAre you gonna turn me into a kidâs-leash-parent, Soori Blue?âÂ
Jungkook partly blames Jin for this, and recalls how just a couple of hours ago he took to play-pretend chasing her all over the garden, claiming âthis is how my dad taught me how to walk!â and yes, perhaps heâd helped develop her confidence but now heâs made her a runaway and thatâs⊠pretty fucking funny, if heâs honest.Â
Soori snatches Jungkookâs own sunglasses from over his head, confidently stating, âNana!â
âNo, baby, these are daddyâs. Letâs get your shoes on.â
âSheâs a runner,â you say, passing him the cute pink converse youâd held onto since the betrayal.Â
âDo we need a leash? Be honest with me right now.â
You laugh. âNo⊠Yes? I donât know. I donât think so. Those look so barbaric!â
âShe doesnât even have that long of legs, how is she so fast?â
âItâs the inertia,â you say, bringing your arms up and imitating her prior movements.Â
Jungkook ties her shoe, braving through the way she ruffles his hair, a couple of strands getting caught in his now messy locks and pulling some. He winces â sheâs also become ten times more mobile in the past five hours, or so it seems. You argue that sheâs simply full of adrenaline now, helping get her chubby hands away from the strands and smoothing Jungkookâs hair out in the process.Â
âAll done and ready to go,â he says, smiling at you and then looking back at Soori, âyou ready to go in the stroller? Yayyyyy, the stroller!â his saccharine voice and smile makes her clap and both of you let out a sigh of relief.Â
Her desire to be running out and about does make the process of getting everything â and everyone â packed into the car a bit more difficult, and she fusses a little when he straps her to her carseat, but for the most part you consider the task successful, your hands meeting in a celebratory high-five as soon as Jungkook steps inside the driverâs seat.Â
âWanna play music,â he asks, handing you his phone.
You take it, smiling when you see his wallpaper â a cute picture of Soori, probably taken a couple of months back. She smiles into the camera, and itâs all you can see, half of her face covered in one of Jungkookâs beanies, a couple sizes too big for her. âIâm in a Fleetwood Mac kick lately.â
âOf course you are,â he says, backing into the driveway and stealing a glance your way, a smirk plastered on his face.Â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âYouâre an old soul, baby. Like God made a bit of a mistake making you Gen Z.â
You gasp, and then contemplate it a bit and realize that, fair enough, heâs got a point. âYouâre kinda right. I am quite old school.â
âMhm,â he mumbles, hand coming to rest on your thigh comfortably, âbut Iâm glad you came into this timeline because I get to have you and your Fleetwood Mac kicks.â
You laugh, the soft chords of Silver Springsâ intro filling the enclosed space around you. âWe wouldâve met in another timeline, too, I think. We wouldâve been so cool. We wouldâve been listening to this live!â
âYeah, and doing shrooms in a field somewhere whilst Dreams played in the background and you wouldâve probably had bangs.â
âI wouldâve 100% been a hippie, and you wouldâve been a yuppie and so very dapper. Enemies to lovers.â
Now itâs his turn to laugh. âI wonder how that wouldâve worked out.â
You feign deep contemplation for a second. âIn missionary so we could keep arguing.â
âOof. Take me back then.â
âJeon Jungkook?â
He chuckles, squeezing the inside of your thigh. âAh, baby, donât worry. Iâll argue with you in missionary in all of our timelines.â
âIâm relieved,â you say, rolling your eyes dramatically but the smile that forms at your lips is one thatâs too big to hide, succeeding at being flustered by your boyfriend.Â
The rest of the ride looks pretty much like that â Fleetwood Mac, your fingers intwined in his over your leg, and more of the flirty back and forth that seems to pull new shades of red on your cheeks every time. You make a mental prayer for the ride to last just a little bit longer, but canât say youâre disappointed once you finally make it into the picturesque nearby town Jungkook had told you about. It is, indeed, picturesque, almost like something from another time. Restaurants lining the streets, tables lining the terraces and beautiful people adorning the very scene. Everything seems to be a paler shade of white, green and yellow, brickstone shaping most of the facades and you begin to recognize the name brands rather quickly. Gucci, Prada, Dior and the like, as well as some boutiques you havenât heard of before that look just as expensive. But hey, you do see a Dominoâs Pizza. Thatâs a win in your book.Â
Youâre so enthralled by the surroundings that you donât realize Jungkook has parked the car and is about to make his exit. A bit dumbstruck still you follow in his steps, eyes widening when you realize that this place even smells expensive. It also smells a bit like lemon sorbet and that seems to be even more shocking than the latter.Â
âDo they have, like, an H&M around here?â
Jungkook turns to you as he unbuckles Sooriâs belt, âa what?â
âAn H&M. You donât know H&M?â Your voice a mix between indignation and shock.
âThe store?â
âYes!â
âAh,â he nods his head, âno.â
âYou donât?â
âI mean, I do. I donât know that Iâve seen one around here, though. Why?â
You take Soori from him as he walks to the trunk to pull out her stroller. âThese are all really fancy stores⊠Iââ
He unfolds the stroller in one swift moment, looking up at you from under his sunglasses, a black lock coming loose over his forehead. âDonât worry about that, baby. Itâs my treat, okay?â
âI canât let you do that.â You donât meet his eyes, sitting Soori inside the cushiony seat of her stroller and buckling her in.
âWhy,â he asks, nonchalantly.Â
âBecause. You don't have to do that. I can just wash the clothes I brought, itâs no big deal.â
âHm,â he walks over to you, pulling you closer by the waist and placing a kiss against your cheek. âI know I donât have to. I want to. So let me? Please?â
âJungkookââ
âPlease.â
He hits you with the puppy eyes, and you canât believe youâre actually having this conversation with him right now. Whatâs worse, you can't believe youâre about to agree, unable to deal with confrontation, even if itâs this silly. âOkay but⊠moderation.â
He laughs. âAre you policing my expenses now?â
âNo. Well, yes. Donât I get a say?â You cross your arms, hip jutting slightly and he smirks at the attitude.Â
âNo.â and with that, he begins to walk, pushing the stroller and turning his head to look at you and say, âyou coming?â
You roll your eyes, catching up to him and circling your arm around his. âIâm not used to⊠gifts.â
âI know, baby. Didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, no. Itâs not uncomfortable just⊠weird. But not necessarily in a bad way.â
âYeah, I get it. I do wanna treat you, though. For no other reason than just wanting to. So just enjoy it, yeah? For me?â You nod your head once, looking down at the floor but smiling. âThank you,â he says, finding your temple and leaning his forehead against it.
âSo, what first?â
He looks around, considering his options. âMiu Miu? You look like a Miu Miu girl.â
âI do?â you ponder, more to yourself than to him and this makes him chuckle.
âYeah, letâs check it out, come on.â
And Jungkook is a very wise man because, yes. You are a Miu Miu girl. A Dior girl, too. Hell, you even dabble in some Gucci if you do say so yourself. Jungkook, in your very humble opinion, is a Prada boy, but you canât deny your favorite is Jungkook the Calvin Klein boy. You swear youâve never seen anyone fit into a pair of jeans so perfectly, and for this you envy him a little. A little a lot. You spend the afternoon exploring the very many options the world of high fashion has to offer. Dresses, shoes (they make expensive flip flops, to your surprise), shirts and pants and at some point, you take Jungkookâs advice and stop looking at the price tag. Advice isnât quite the word, itâs more of a demand. Youâre not suddenly unaware of the hefty splurging taking place, no, but you must admit that it makes the experience ten times better. The two of you laugh at the extravagant, odd pieces some brands sell, try on unflattering sunglasses and make a runway out of the dressing rooms. Jungkook makes you show him every single thing you try and by the third time he does it, you stop pretending to be annoyed at his boyish reactions. Your boyfriend is the biggest hypeman, making you twirl and spin and showering you in praises, making the choosing part a little harder than itâd usually be.Â
You donât fall too far off, though, and quickly enough watching Jungkook try on clothes becomes your new favorite thing. Can you be blamed? He looks good in everything, can pretty much rock every style and you get to see him take off his shirt an innumerable amount of times. You have to compose yourself and make a mental effort not to gawk at him. If luck was ever in your favor, itâd be today.Â
Soori also reaps off the benefits of Jungkookâs little (big) shopping spree, and soon enough you find out that nothing brings him as much pleasure as shopping for her. He picks the coolest pieces, a perfect mix between girly and the tomboyish style you secretly know is his favorite. Comfy and cute in her oversized t-shirts and Carhartt baby clothes. She also gets a new pair of sneakers for her newly found hobby and tests them out by running around the store, making every sales associate swoon over her. So much so they actually whine when you three walk out the door, waving their goodbyes.Â
âI get it now,â you blurt out, getting Jungkookâs attention. âThe whole shop âtil you drop thing, I get it now. Itâs real.â
He chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. âDid you enjoy it?â
âI did. Could watch you take off your shirt, like, eleven thousand more times.â
He tries to hide how flustered he is by smiling, lowering his voice when he says, âwe donât have to go shopping to do that.â
âYouâre right, what a lucky girl I am.â
âLucky? Lucky me. I should buy you eleven thousand more dresses just so I can experience this more often.â
He makes you blush, but whatâs new?Â
âLetâs not be greedy now.â
âOh, but you want me shirtless forever?â
âYeah, exactly. Itâs what I deserve!â
And he canât deny you. Matter of fact, heâs about to let you know that much but something catches his eye. He stops in his tracks and makes you pause, too, confused for a second as you follow his line of vision.Â
Agent Provocateur.
Itâs pink, fun, sexy, and indeed provocative, and thatâs just going by the window display alone. This one you are slightly familiar with, having taken a couple of trips with Lucy in the past just to admire the overpriced lingerie and gasp in shock when you discovered the wonders of the ouvert panty. You sure do learn something new everyday.
âWe forgot to get you underwear,â he says, a shit excuse for nonchalance lacing his tone.Â
âAh, but Iâm a girl. I packed underwear for, like, a month.â
âThat so,â he asks, eyes still on the shopâs window.Â
âYep.â
âI mean, you could never have too much underwear.â
You laugh. âI really donât need it, Kook. Itâs okay.â
âI do,â he states, looking at you with a smirk.
âHm. Why donât you go in and pick something out for me then? Iâll take Soori on a little walk, I think she could use it.â
âYouâre giving me free will to get you anything I want inside a lingerie store?â
âYep.â
âThis is the best day of my life.â
âGo to town, baby. The world is your oyster!â
Jungkookâs off, not before laying a kiss on your lips and another on Sooriâs forehead, excitedly walking towards the store and then gaining back some of his composure the moment heâs about to step inside. Heâs out of sight in a matter of seconds and you laugh in disbelief. What is your life?Â
âSoori, you should be so glad you wonât remember this when youâre older,â you say, kneeling down in front of her and smoothing out her hair.Â
âNanananana.â
âLetâs go get ice cream and walk around, yeah?â
Your suggestion is met with excited clapping from her part and just like that, youâre off on an adventure of your own. It doesnât take you long to locate the most delectable ice cream youâve ever laid eyes on, in the cutest shop. Everything is pastel and old school and it fits the vibe of the town so well you wonder if every single shop in this town got the memo. Dominoâs pizza being the hard exception, of course. You go for the strawberry sorbet and a bit of hazelnut for balance, as recommended by the ice cream expert behind the counter. On a cone, of course. Sooriâs a simple girl â chocolate and vanilla on a little cup. You find a bench, sitting the two of you down as you multitask feeding her and feeding yourself, but soon enough it all becomes pretty democratic as she takes licks from your cone and you steal spoonfuls of ice cream from her cup. Ha, and Jungkook thought she couldnât share!Â
With that thought alone you invoke him, jumping a bit when he appears seemingly out of nowhere. Your facial expressions take turns, to say the least. From fright, to surprise, to happiness, to shock, to fright again. He smilesâ no. He smirks. He smirks, knowingly, deviously, even as he leans down and takes a bite out of the chocolate ice cream youâd scooped up for Soori. Your eyes fixate on him, eyes narrowing before they land on the multiple pink shopping bags he holds in one hand.Â
âDid you buy underwear for a whole village?â
He throws his head back in laughter. âYouâd hate that, actually.â
âCorrect,â you pause for emphasis, âJungkook, what the heck?â
âWhat? They had a good sale going on.â
âReally?â
âNope.â
âOh, God.â
âJeez, canât I just treat my girl to sexy lingerie?â
You raise a menacing eyebrow at him. âJust me?â
âItâs a win-win, baby. Itâs a win-win.â
You smile, unable to deny him as much as heâs unable to deny you. âCan I see?â
He brings the bags closer to his chest and gasps, feigning shock. âThese are for my eyes only.â
âFair enough.â
âYouâll like them, though,â he winks. âIâm starving.â
âI have an idea!â
âDo tell.â
âLetâs go home, Iâll buy us Dominoâs Pizza and we can watch a movie, my treat.â
âYouâre spoiling me now.â
âAh, what can I say,â you say, standing up and taking Soori into your arms, her chocolate covered cheeks forming a smile on her face. âI like to share my riches.â
âIâm rich,â he walks closer to you, hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.
You huff, âtrust me, we know.â
âNot like that,â he looks at you, arm tightening around you until your feet are hovering above the floor a bit, pulling smiles out of you like itâs easy and thatâs the thing, it is easy because itâs him. âLike this,â he says, emphasizing his point with a kiss to your lips, letting you know that he means it.
No doubt in the world that he does.
~
When you first fell in love with writing, it wasnât much for the idea of storytelling. Instead, that very first spark that turned an interest into a passion came from the purpose of safe keeping memories. If you could keep a moment safe by the immortality of your words, you thought, the inevitability of time could be avoided. Or well, it would make it all worth it, at least, like you lived for a reason. Everything you experienced â whether it was pain, happiness, worry, surprise â it would all come to an end eventually, but your words would remain, etched in time for the sole purpose of proving that it happened. That you were there, alive and feeling and that it was all worth it because your words could now live forever.
You sit on the couch, the living room lights dim, perfectly complementing the atmosphere as the rain falls in incessant showers outside the tall windows. The sound is comforting, a candle burning and the notion of the ocean at such close proximity easing you all over. You can still smell it, you think, mixed with the rain and him.
Him, him, him.Â
You smell him on your skin, your hair. You smell him on the hoodie youâd stolen from his closet, the one heâd worn today and discarded before getting in the shower. The scent triggers the muscle memory in your heart and you think of him, a smile escaping you before you can fully make up his face in your mind. The warmth takes up every inch of you and it reminds you of his touch, his arms around you, the sun and the fire and the love you have for him.Â
You stop writing, too distracted to string words together now that the thought of him has turned so physical, affecting your ability to do much more than simply think about him. You place your pen in the middle of your journalâs spine, marking the page as you feather through your previous entries. Five days. Youâve been together for five days, four spent in the peace of your little universe. You, him and Soori. And to your luck, and the luck of immortalized moments, youâve used your words to make sure this memory never leaves you.Â
You skim through the pages, smiling when a sentence catches your eye, struggling a bit to understand your own handwriting.Â
âItâs early â way too early, and Iâm struggling to stay awake. I wish I could go back to sleep, but then again heâs next to me and I can see him, really truly see him when nothing gets in the way of his beauty, when heâs so still I have no choice but to stare, to take him in, to let his face sink into my memory until all I can feel is love. Until his face is stripped of features, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, just love. My love. Heâs the sun rising and Iâm the need to stop and stare.âÂ
The weight of your words is overwhelming, a blush creeping up your cheeks and you can feel the way your heart feels warm. You turn a page, laughing at the universal balance of your feelings when you read,
âJungkook grilled today and I ate three burgers. We made milkshakes for dinner when Soori was asleep because neither of us has the heart to not share with her but Jungkookâs scared of sugar rushes.â
But, oh, what a privilege it is to live an ordinary life with extraordinary people. What a feeling, to experience it all.Â
âI sit by the sun, can feel the sand through the towel under me and my bodyâs still salty and wet from swimming. I hear the sound of the ocean and Jungkook turning the page of a book. I hear how still he is while reading my copy of The Great Gatsby. Soori naps in-between us and I can hear her soft breathing. I write this because I donât want to forget it.âÂ
A wave of nostalgia takes over you, like youâre already missing it though it hasnât fully gone away yet. Your next words ignite a different feeling in you, flushing your chest and sending that original warmth thatâd settled on a steady route someplace else.Â
âI feel his fingers long after theyâve been on me. My body is exhausted but my mind alert, the stars on my skin heâs left are now mine to safekeep and the way the memory lingers keeps me awake. Iâve never made love before, it feels foreign to me. Are we making love? How would I know? I canât think of the formalities of much when he fucks me. I canât put a name to it, only his and whatever his eyes on me makes me feel in that moment. Iâm yet to decipher it, though, his eyes on me. More so, what I feel. It makes me want to live inside myself, though I donât think that makes much sense. It makes me wish I had more control over my body, my thoughts, my feelings, so I could focus on multiple things at once and figure me out. Me when heâs on me, me when he owns me like this, and perhaps his eyes perceive this better. Perhaps I could find it in seeing what he sees when he looks down at me, like that. Like him.â
âWhy arenât you in bed, baby?â
His voice startles you, takes you a while to register it fully, your first instinct to close your journal a bit too abruptly for what it entails. You look up at him, smile when you take him in, your hands itching to touch him, to hold him. His hairâs still wet from the shower, a bit messy, and longer now than when you first met him. You like it like that, you think. In a soft white shirt and gray pants, he looks so soft as he walks inside the living room, hovering by the wall for a second before leaning into it.Â
âI was writing, the rain looks nice from the tall windows.âÂ
He smiles. âWeâll open the blinds upstairs, come on. Wanna watch a movie?â
You nod, uncrossing your legs and holding onto your journal before making your way to him. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âLord Of The Rings,â he gives you a toothy grin, pulling you to him as soon as youâre close enough to and you canât help but bring your lips to his.Â
âNever took you for a nerd. I like it.â
âTo be honest, I never know whatâs going on, Iâm just drawn in by the landscapes.â
âLucy and I watched it once,â you say, pinching your thumb and index finger, pretending to smoke, âunder the influence.â
The picture alone makes him chuckle. âNever took you for much of a stoner.â
âOh, God, Iâm not. I ate a subway and a bag of hot cheetos and passed out fifteen minutes into the movie.â
âDamn, baby, thatâs weak. Even for you.â
You gasp. âAs my boss, you should be delighted by this information.â
âMm,â he kisses you, ânot your boss right now. Actually, not your boss ever. Sooriâs your boss.â
âSheâs so demanding.â
âI know, right? Will only eat fruit if itâs star shaped now. Wonder whose fault that isâŠâ
âWhen I get my hands on herâŠ,â you narrow your eyes, shake your head.
âHey. Easy on my girlfriend right there.â
âThat still sounds a bit surreal.â
âWhat? Me calling you my girlfriend?â
âYeah.â
âWell, get used to it.â
âNever. Itâs funner this way.â
He doesnât refute your point, secretly agrees with it, still a bit in awe of the word itself. The title. What it entails, what it means, what he gets in exchange of it. Not in an opportunistic way, but simply in letting himself enjoy this new role, surprised at how comfortable he feels in it, how at ease.Â
The two of you make your way upstairs, checking on Soori one last time before heading to the bedroom. The bed looks inviting, fluffy duvet begging for you to be inside of it on this rainy night. Lights dim and soft linen smells, the sound of the rain hitting the window as Jungkook opens the blinds and you get in bed, making yourself comfortable and letting your body melt into the mountain of pillows he insists on keeping. He joins you soon after, sighing as he sinks into them, too, remote control in one hand as he extends his other in invitation. You fall into him, letting him wrap his arm around you as you rest your head on his chest, legs finding his under the covers until your body is laced in his. He makes quick work of finding the movie, falling deeper into the comfort of the bed and bringing you closer to him as the beginning credits roll in, landscapes following and heâs right, itâs captivating enough.Â
âWanna go there someday,â you say softly, voicing your thoughts.
âYou remember the deal we closed a couple of weeks ago?â
âYeah, I remember.â
âItâs basically land⊠vast, immense land that looks just like this. Iâm building a hotel there.â
You look up at him, âreally?â
âYeah. Iâm excited about it. Itâs kinda different from the locations we often go for⊠it feels new, I think itâs gonna work, though.â
âI have no doubts whatsoever,â you tell him, face nuzzling in the soft fabric of his t-shirt before you say, âIâm proud of you.â
He rests a soft kiss on your head, hand gently running down your arm as he murmurs a quiet, âthank you,â against your hair. Soon enough youâre both completely enraptured by the movie, and to your surprise, by the plot, too. Once in a while you steal small glances of him, endeared by his big, shiny eyes in full focus, pink lips slightly agape. Your hands run lazy circles around his chest, and you do it enough so as to lose conscience of it, affection turning into reflex.Â
Your touch soothes him, so much so he stops acknowledging it and it simply runs a wave of relaxation down his body, shoulders dropping a bit, body sinking further into the pillows, head falling to the side. Youâre warm against his body and he likes it, he likes being able to feel every inch of you on him like this. The movie has most of his attention, but said attention begins to shift focus, unbeknownst to him, like his body has a mind of its own. He thinks itâs an innocent little pull at first, inevitable, if you will. He tries to go back to the movie, eyes fixated on the screen, his brainâs full function on the scenes, but itâs to no avail. Heâs now (well too) aware of the way your fingers trace patterns on his chest, the way your leg rests on top of his. The way you smell, the way your tits press into his side as you shift a bit. You exist, next to him, and his reaction is but the collateral damage.Â
He begins to shift in place, hand running through his hair as he makes more of a mental effort to quiet down his body and the effect you, very innocently, have on him. He does this for long enough so as to make you notice, frowning against his chest when he sighs.Â
âAre you okay,â you ask, looking up at him, âare you uncomfortable? I can move-â
âNo, no, no,â he says, voice a bit frenzied, taking you aback even more. âItâs not that, baby, come back.â
You rest against him once again. âIs something bothering you, though? You feel tense,â and when you say this, you run your hand down his arm, nails scraping a bit, and Jungkook lets out a long breath he didnât know he was holding.
âNo, none of that, donât worry.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah,â he says, feeling shy all of a sudden, color creeping into his cheeks, âitâs justâŠâ
âWhat?â
He grows quiet for a second, hand holding onto yours before he starts to guide it down his torso, and youâre almost confused for a second until it gets lost inside the warmth of the duvet. Jungkook rests your hand on top of his cock, over his sweatpants, and you can feel how hard he is. He whimpers softly over your head when you reflexively close your hand around him, feeling the whole weight of his arousal. You look up at him, half-lidded eyes and parted lips, his head leaning back against the pillows as you bring your lips to his neck, kissing once before you whisper a little, âoh,â into his skin.Â
âCouldnât help it,â he says coyly, and you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âWhy would you try to help it?â your lips still pepper open-mouthed kisses all over his warm flesh.Â
âDunno,â he shrugs, a whimper that ends in a moan following and he sounds so sweet.Â
So sweet, you think. Something about him, about his demeanor right now, docile in your hands, soft-spoken words and little noises as your lips on his skin begin to have an effect on him. You can feel it in the palm of your hand, in the way his hips buck a little with each suckle, silently begging for more but not in any particular rush.Â
âWant me to touch you?â you look up at him, at the way his eyes open, still half-lidded and hazy as he nods. Your hand squeezes his length, âhere?â
âYeah, Iâd like thatâ please.â
That word feels like a silent agreement. A nod in the direction he knows youâre eager to take and you waste no time in rewarding him for letting you, for allowing you to take the reigns, for letting you give him pleasure as you please.Â
Your hands travel under his sweatpants, lips forming a smile when you realize heâd forgone underwear, cock warm against your small hand as you wrap around it. Jungkook hisses, a whine getting caught in his throat as your thumb circles around his crown, collecting the precum and easing him into the feeling. Your pace is slow, eyes fixated on his cock â on the way his slit leaks when your finger grazes over it, the way he jumps a bit in your hand, so overstimulated already. The noises he makes, sometimes muffled as his face presses against your hair, failed attempts at keeping composure. He tries his best not to fuck his cock into your hand, you can tell by the way his tummy sinks every now and then, hands gripping at the sheets. And when he canât take the torturous pace you set, so determined on giving the most sensitive part of his cock what begins to feel like an overwhelming amount of pleasure, his hand gently closes around yours, stalling your movements.Â
âPlease, __â fuck,â his words are a bit frantic, a moan getting caught between them.Â
 âWhatâs wrong, Kook?â you feign ignorance, but heâs in no position to give you a hard time for it.Â
âStroke it, baby, please.â
He sounds so fucked out already, shaky fingers closing around your hand once again and you know heâs fighting internal battles not to guide your movements, to take you where he wants you â how he wants you.Â
âIt felt like you were so close, thoughâŠâÂ
âNot like this,â his words find him faster than youâd expect, given his state, âdonât wanna cum like this.â
You kiss his cheek, smiling when his face moves closer to yours until youâre kissing the corner of his mouth and his eyes are closing as you finally move your hand, slowly stroking his cock, touch so gentle it makes him sigh. Heâs so perfect the need to tell him so becomes too painful to bear.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Kook. My perfect boy.â
Under any other circumstance Jungkook would pause at your words â not necessarily to second guess them, no, but to process them. To see what they do to him, to what extent they deliver pleasure, all things considered, things being the fact that, well, heâs not a sub. Heâs not usually the one melting into praise and dominance so, yeah, under any other circumstance Jungkook would pause. Right now, though, all he can focus on is the way your hand feels so warm and tight around his cock, how it glides so seamlessly because heâs so turned on heâs basically lubricated himself, and how youâre enjoying his reaction to you so much you think heâs perfect.Â
Perhaps under no circumstance would he need to pause to know that he enjoys it. More than he ever thought he would.Â
âI feel so good right now,â he tempts, head sinking into the pillows as you up your pace a bit.Â
âIt feels good⊠to make you feel good,â your wrist twists around him, giving him all the attention he craves, from base to tip and then tighter at the upturn. âTo see you be this good,â he whimpers softly at your praise, âyou sound so beautiful.â
Jungkookâs chest tightens, your words resounding in places he didnât know could echo words, sounds â the sound of your breathing, your own moans. Your pace picks up and you rejoice in the way he reacts to your touch. His brows knit together, eyelashes kissing his cheeks and all he can think of is you, almost as if he had you far away and had to rely on memory. Opening his eyes, heavy lids looking down at you as he leans his head to the side, his breathing picking up as he pants.Â
Your hand leaves him for only a second but itâs enough to make him hold his breath, eyes following your every move as you bring it up to your face and lick a thick stripe down the palm of your hand. His cock throbs when it wraps around it again and he sighs, so close to the edge he can only hope youâll play fair.Â
Your free hand sneaks under him a bit awkwardly, tapping on his leg to silently let him know what you want. His hips raise as he helps you move his sweatpants down, the waistband now hugging his ass as you free him completely. His cock is red and angry, still leaking for you as your hand begins to move faster, thumb and index finger playing with his head at the end of each push and pull.Â
âIâm so close, __,â words soft, a staccato whisper thatâs for you only and your name on his lips sounds sugary, like it drips off his tongue.Â
You think, a bit selfishly, about playing with him for just a little longer. Putty in your hands and so very yours that you almost donât want to let him go â to let him let go, but you canât deny him. Not when heâs been so good. Not when you have all the time in the world to explore, to play.Â
âYeah? Tell me, baby, what else do you want?â
âPlay with my balls,â voice still a plead, no demand in it, a bit of a tilt at the end.Â
You comply, hand traveling south before you gently roll his balls in your hand, tugging slightly and making him wince, a loud, throaty moan finding him soon after. You look into his face again, a sight to behold, so lost in his own pleasure you think he doesnât fully hear you when you tell him to kiss you. He proves you wrong, though, lips crashing onto yours as you swallow his pleasure, tongue on his as both your breaths grow heady.Â
âGodâ fuck.â his hand finds yours again, not hesitating before heâs wrapping it back around his cock, stroking once, twice, and setting the pace for you before his own is coming up to your face, fingers gently grabbing your chin and making you look at him. âIâm gonna cum.â
âCum for me, Jungkook. Please.â
He nods, brows knitted in a frown as he gets so very close, eyes on yours and fighting to keep them open. You feel the way his cock kicks in your hand as you jerk him fast, bottom lip getting caught between your teeth. He grows quiet, a little tense under you and when his lips part in a silent moan, eyes shutting close, he cums, hard â thick hot shots landing on his tummy and coating your hand as you bring him down.Â
He chuckles a little, feeling a bit delirious as your fingers play with the mess youâd both left on his stomach, cock jumping at the mere sensation of your touch on his taut skin, making him hiss and look down. It turns him on a little more than his body can take right now and he opts for closing his eyes, sighing as he sinks his head back into the pillows.Â
âThat was so good,â he says, voice soft and full of bliss.Â
âMhm.âÂ
You kiss his cheek once more before your warmth is leaving him, making him frown as heâs about to ask where youâre going. He opens his eyes, sees you reaching for the night table and when you turn around youâre holding onto a handful of tissues.Â
You clean him up, and he lets you, his soft gaze following your movements. It feels intimate, the way you do it in silence, your face expressionless but something in your eyes thatâs easy for him to read. You tuck him back in his pants, laughing a little when the feeling of the fabric against his sensitive skin makes him gasp, muttering a little, âsorryâ his way. When you kneel on the mattress to leave his side, he pulls you by the arm, whining a little.Â
âIâll just go throw these in the trash,â you say.Â
âOkay. Thank you, baby.â
You take a minute â makes Jungkook a little antsy for reasons he canât understand. He hears the faucet go off, hears you wander about the bathroom, giving him enough time to sit with his thoughts. Itâs not anxiety âwell, it is. Itâs not bad, though. Itâs more so unfamiliar, to let someone take care of him like this, so lovingly for no other reason than the desire that pulls you to want to love him. To dote on him. It makes his heart contract inside his chest, missing a couple of beats that recover a bit too quickly when he sees you make your way to him.Â
Heâd been lost in thought, making you smile.Â
âWhatcha thinking about?â
âThat we havenât kissed in a while.â
You roll your eyes, but itâs playful and shy, one of his favorite things about you. Your knee hits the bed, crawling towards him and he smiles, growing giddy in anticipation. You find a home over him, knees straddling both sides of his body as you rest on his tummy, careful not to touch any further down as you know heâs still sensitive.Â
âWanna kiss me?â
Itâs back, he thinks. That tone you held before, when you were in control of him and his pleasure. No time to pause now either. He nods.Â
âYeah, wanna kiss you so bad, baby.â
He welcomes your lips on his, slow and tender, giving him time to savor the pillowy softness of them. The way you taste, the way you sound â a little worked up, tiny whimpers leaving you â has him convincing himself that he could never get too much of this. Never get too much of you. The way your tongue moves on his has him sighing against your lips, mind elsewhere and all he can take in right now is you. You and how you kiss him. You and how much he wants you already. How much he needs you.Â
He moans against your lips, hands coming up to hold onto your hips as he pushes them further away until your cunt sits perfectly on top of his dick. You both sigh.
âYouâre hard,â you point out, not fully breaking the kiss.Â
âYeah. Been hard since you straddled me,â he laughs.Â
âThought youâd be spent, you came so hard just now.â
He shakes his head, looking up at you, âwant you, baby.â
You grind your hips against his, moaning when the head of his cock grazes your clothed clit. âI want it like this.â
âYeahâ okay,â he gives, kissing you again as he guides your hips the way he knows feels good, aided by the noises his mouth swallows as you moan into his lips.Â
You donât stop when you come up, fully sitting on his cock and making him wish there was less layers between you two. When he looks down he sees the wet patch over the gray fabric of his sweatpants, unsure whether itâd been you or him but turned on by it none the less. He moans at the sight, at the feeling, at the way you look so pretty with your cheeks flushed and your eyes closed, lips parting to moan his name.Â
Your hair falls to one side, pretty neck glistening with sweat and he wants to kiss it so bad. He holds his breath as your fingers toy with the hem of the sweatshirt youâd stolen before, promptly pulling it off your body. His eyes widen, lips slightly parted before theyâre forming a smirk when you reveal whatâs underneath â the result of his little shopping spree a couple of days back. Tonight youâd opted for a lacy, red babydoll and matching panties. The fabric so sheer it barely covered anything, making Jungkook consider himself a very lucky man right that second.Â
His hand travels up, palm cupping your breast and thumb caressing your nipple, making you whimper at the feel of his finger through the fabric, a new sensation. Your hips move quicker, hand coming to rest on top of his to encourage his touch, the added stimulation landing right on your lower tummy, making your pussy clench around nothing, clit throbbing with every push and pull of your hips.Â
âIâm so close, Kook,â you pant, back arching as you find the perfect pace.Â
âUse me, __. Use me to cum,â he gives, lips getting caught between his teeth so hard heâs afraid heâs gonna draw blood. âFuck, you look so hot, baby.â
You like the two tones his voice takes at his command and praise, the way heâs still perfect in that pliant way but also gives you what your body secretly loves the most. When you cum, it almost feels painful, in that sweet way that finds you when youâre so overwhelmed by the feeling. Your hands crash on his chest, hair falling at the sides of your face before heâs gently pushing it away so he can watch you.Â
The air around you shifts just as fast as the switch inside Jungkook turns.Â
Youâre still catching your breath, so receptive to his every touch that you moan when you feel his cock throb between your legs. He holds onto your face, making you look at him.Â
âYou did so good, __. Came so good and pretty for me.â
Thereâs a voice inside your head that tells you to take back control, to bite back and tell him that he was the one being good for you. But your bodyâs both too spent and too needy for your mind to get cocky right now and deprive it from what it needs the most.Â
You nod your head, a little dumbly, at him. He thinks itâs cute.Â
Heâs pushing his sweatpants back down, legs fully pulling them off his body before his finger hooks down the side of your panties, slowly moving south until his knuckle is grazing over your clit.Â
âSo wet. So messy.â the pads of his index and middle finger circle your clit, making you whimper as you rock your hips and follow his movements. He pulls his touch away abruptly, pushing your panties to the side before his hand leaves you completely and comes to rest behind his head. âRide me, __.â
Youâre wet enough to brave it, coming up on shaky knees and lining yourself over him. He grabs the base with his free hand, helping you a little and releasing the moment you start sinking into him. He doesnât miss the way you whimper, eyes closing at the feeling of him stretching you. It burns a bit but youâve come to find pleasure in the pain, bottoming out as you both moan when heâs fully sheathed inside of you.Â
âSo big, Koo,â you cry out, and his heart beats particularly soft at your use of the pet name. It almost makes him lose focus, almost makes him fall back into the prior dynamic, a little too worked up from it still. He reckons itâs probably whatâs powering his demeanor right now.Â
âYeah,â he sounds, and you donât miss the way his voice takes on a cocky tilt. âMove, then. Wanna see you bounce on this big cock.â
âYeahâ okay, fuck,â because it feels so good. It feels so good as you jump on him, as he fills you up to the brim and hits your sweetest spots when you bury him all the way inside of you. It feels so good when it all gets to be too much and you have to slow down your pace, grinding against his hips, making him say your name as he hits every inch of you like this.Â
You resume your pace, tits moving with each motion against his hips and he canât take his eyes off of them â off of you. So fucking beautiful as you move over him, giving him what he wants.Â
âGood fucking girl,â he praises, voice a bit rough from the way the pleasure consumes him.
âThat feels so good. Wanna fuck youâ wanna fuck you forever, Jungkook.â
Your words are strangled and he can see how much effort it takes to actually string them together, so very affected by him and the way it feels when he starts moving his hips against yours, fucking you back.Â
âYou can fuck me forever, baby.â
âOh my God, Iâm soâ so close.â
The cry you let out when his hands grab at your hips, pausing your movements, surprises the both of you. You look down at him, glaring when your orgasm goes away, the pleasure taking on a painful nature as your pussy throbs around his cock.Â
âFuck. Whyââ
âWant to play with you a bit more, baby. You can take it. You can be patient, can you not?â Itâs in your best interest to agree so you nod, frantic eyes looking into his. âGood. Now lose the attitude. Iâm gonna make you cum so good, promise, yeah?â
âY-yeah.â
He holds onto your waist, manhandling you so swiftly you barely register just how he managed to get you on your back in a matter of seconds. He hovers above you, thighs between your legs as he runs a hand through his damp locks and scans his eyes over your figure.Â
Jungkook canât figure out if he wants you fully naked, looking up at him or face down, pressed against the mattress. He doesnât know if he wants to fuck you hard or take more time with you. He doesnât know if he wants to tease you or have you coming undone again âand if itâs the latter, does he want it on his tongue or around his cock?Â
Decisions, decisionsâŠÂ
He wraps a hand around his cock, sighing at the much needed attention, smiling when you raise your hips a bit involuntarily in his direction. You make his decision for him, huffing a bit when you see the way he takes one step back away from you. He takes his shirt off before running his hands down your legs, his touch soft but his eyes dark, like heâs plotting.Â
âKookie,â you say, dreamily, ulterior motives lacing your voice, âfuck me, please.â
âNot yet, wanna taste you first.â
He raises your legs, keeping them straight before him as he rolls your panties down your thighs and off your feet, throwing them to the side. You bend them once theyâre off, resting them against his shoulder.Â
âIâm too sensitive,â you tell him, and something in your voice tells him youâre faking it.
âThat so, baby?â
âMhm.â
âIâll be gentle.â
âBut I want you to fuck meâ now.â
Jungkook holds onto your legs, one hand on each calf before heâs bringing them down, resting them against the mattress a bit abruptly and making them fall open for him.Â
âQuit being a brat or I wonât fuck you at all.âÂ
He doesnât let you answer â not like youâd try, youâve got too much to lose â finding his place between your legs as he lays down on his tummy. Your pussyâs swollen and red, hole leaking for him and clenching around nothing. He coos, which youâd tease him for if the reaction wasnât sending a jolt of pleasure down your body, something filthy about it lacing the act.Â
âLove your little pussy, baby,â he observes, more to him than to you, marking emphasis in his words by running a finger from your opening all the way to your clit.Â
âPlease.â
And he canât deny you. Not when your cunt looks so enticing, when you react to him and he can see it, feel it around his fingers as he pushes his middle one inside of you. You arch your back at the intrusion, a moan passing your lips when his own close around your clit, sucking hard on it in rhythmic little pulses. It doesnât take him long enough to send you right back to where heâd taken you from just a couple of moments ago, tummy tensing at the threat of your pleasure reaching its peak.Â
âIâm gonnaâ Iâm gonna cum if you keep doing that,â you warn him, so obedient it nearly makes him swoon.
He removes his mouth from you, replacing it with his thumb as it draws tight circles against your clit, a bit slower so as to save him time.Â
âYeah, baby, you can cum. What do you want me to do? Tell me.â
âCan youâ please, lick my clit.â
His index and middle finger form a V, opening your folds up to him before his tongue comes out to lap at your clit â quick kitten licks that have your hands reaching down to him, fingers holding onto his hair so as to ground yourself but itâs to no avail.Â
âFuckâ like that. God, Iâm gonna cum.â
Itâs blinding, almost. The way it feels, the way your body shakes as you come undone on his tongue. The way he sucks on your clit, prolonging your orgasm, moaning against it when you pull on his hair. The sound his mouth makes when he cleans every drop, chin glistening with your orgasm â it all adds to the sensation, effectively fucked out.Â
You pull him up, with little force, until heâs falling back on top of you. You kiss him, a bit deliriously, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning at the remnants of your high. You push your legs further apart, helping him fall into you, feet on his ass as you bring him closer to you. He sinks his cock into your pussy, moaning at how tight and warm you feel, still pulsing from your last orgasm.Â
Youâre both a bit more quiet this time around, throaty breaths and pants passing your lips as you find endless places to kiss. Down his neck, on your shoulder and the palm of his hand when he cups your cheek. You sigh when you finally find his lips. They only part when he throbs inside of you, pussy so sensitive you can feel just how close he is. You lose him for a second and when you open your eyes, you see his own fixated on the TV, fighting to stay open.
âIn missionary so he can keep watching Lord of the Rings,â you tease.
He looks back down at you, strangling out a laugh that shortly gets caught in a little whine of pleasure.Â
âShut up,â he breathes out, kissing you once again. âFuckâ Iâm so close, baby.â
âI can feel it.â
âYeah?â
You hum, bringing his face closer to you, kissing him and egging him on with sweet, little praises.Â
He stills on top of you, pink lips parting in a silent moan before he says, âIâm gonna fucking cum,â pulling out just in time to paint your lower tummy in white, cum dripping down your pussy a little too recklessly to what heâd normally agree to but fuck, he feels drunk right now and the sight is heavenly.Â
You laugh.Â
âReconsidering?â
âYeah,â he answers honestly, with half a brain for anything let alone to lie.Â
âOh, wow,â you say, âlove being your girlfriend already.â
He laughs, shaking his head before heâs pressing a kiss against your lips.Â
âMe too, baby. Me too.â
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AAAAAAAAAA. sorry for teasing you guys so hard, i didnât want to give anything away so i had to lie A LITTLE (or well, refrain from the truth lmaooo). also sorry to the team mingyus, u probably thought the thing about the smut not being about jaykay meant it was with HIM, but i just didnt wanna spoil it!!!!!! anyways. i love you. and like always, thank u for reading. it means more to me than youâll ever know <3Â
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chapter index; too young
you meet jungkook, a single parent who keeps forgetting to pick up his daughter from school. Jungkook, a busy and somewhat oblivious individual, has to prove he is a good parent as you lend a helping hand to help him navigate the challenges and joyful experiences of parenthood.Â
Finding joy together through the shared moments, the both of you must learn what truly matters to you as an individual and as a parent before the chaos within familial relationships and personal insecurities destroys everything you guys had built.
pairing | jeon jungkook x reader
genre |Â parent!au, single dad!jungkook angst, fluff short story
wordcount |Â 21,949Â
âł Â 1Â || 2Â || 3 || 4 || 5Â || 6 || 7Â || 8Â [completed]
a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe.Â
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hard thoughts on step dad jungkook !!!
WARNINGS: PWP smut, pseudo-incest, rough finger fucking, slight exhibitionism, daddy kink, slut shaming, slapping, hair pulling, marking, biting, no aftercare cos mean jk, you are in your 20s while jk is in his 30s ⥠i just got sooo horny seeing jungkookâs fingers so yeah. fuck i miss him. i want to ride him so bad.
step dad jk who would pull you on his lap at the dining room, flipping your skirt to expose your white cotton panties and began palming your cunt while kissing you â your mother showering upstairs after cooking breakfast for all of you. you placed your hand on his buff chest, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to push yourself away from him, but this only angered your step dad and tugged your hair harshly as his hand cupped your already wet cunt aggressively. âi told you not to resist me,â jungkook would say, dark round eyes glaring at your flushed face. âyouâre mine. iâll take you whenever, however, and wherever i want.â
you could only whimper as he tugged at your hair. ânow open those thighs for me, baby. let daddy fuck you with his fingers before your mom comes down and sees us â not that youâd be bothered by it. youâre a slut anyway.â
his dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine and a jolt of lust that made you wetter. jungkook ordered you to suck on his fingers, maintaining eye contact as you did so, before he used those same fingers to furiously rub your clit inside your panties. you arched your back in pleasure, gripping his polo and the table tightly as jungkook began to suck and nibble your neck.
âf-fuck, d-daddy,â you moaned, biting your lower lip as jungkookâs fingers enter your slick hole. âoh fuck! daddy!â
âso tight, baby. how come youâre still so fucking tight after i fucked you so many times already, hmm? not letting any cock inside you? only daddyâs?â jungkook bit on your skin, making you jump, clit grazing his rough palm.
ây-yes daddy. i-i only w-want your c-cock,â you panted, his thrusts going deeper, fingers curling inside you. âdaddy, please, g-gonna cum.â
ânot yet, wait for my go signal,â jungkook said through gritted teeth. âyouâre not going to cum until i say so.â
âbut daddyâ,â
âhey guys! iâll be down in a minute. you can start eating without me!â your mom exclaimed from upstairs, making your eyes wide and your heart race.
jungkook didnât stop fucking his fingers into your squelching pussy. âcome on, baby, donât be rude. answer your mother.â he taunted, a lazy smirk appearing on his face.
âo-okay, mo-m!â
âgood girl,â your step dad praised. âweâre going to wait for your mother to come down those stairs before you cum, okay?â
you were mortified. you stared at jungkook with wide eyes. âwhat? jungkook, no, thatâsâ,â
he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and slapped you with that hand, narrowing his gaze at you. âwho said you can say no to me, huh? who told you to call me jungkook?â
you cowered in fear, curling into a ball against him. âi-iâm sorry d-daddy, i justâi got scared.â
he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. âseems to me you need some punishing, baby. youâre awfully defiant these days,â jungkook placed his fingers back inside your hole. âiâm going to fucking destroy you tonight, baby. in the meantime, donât cum until you hear your mother coming downstairs. got it?â
you nodded furiously, grinding your hips against his palm. âyes daddy, fuck, iâm sorry. i-iâll be a g-good girl, promise.â
jungkook hummed as he connected your lips, asserting dominance with his tongue and you let him. and when you heard those familiar clicks of your motherâs heels coming down stairs, jungkook picked up his pace, making you bite on his lip as you fought the urge to moan out his name. daddy.
click, click, click.
âcum on daddyâs fingers, baby,â said jungkook through his bitten lower lip. âslut, you want your mother to see us, huh?â he teased.
click, click, click. two more steps and your mother would be in the living area already. you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.
click, click.
you came and jungkook pushed you off him, pulling his chair closer to the table to hide the patch of wetness on his pants along with his aching boner. your legs shook, almost making you fall face flat on the wooden floor, but fortunately â you caught yourself. you caught your breath as you walked to the refrigerator to grab yourself a glass of water.
âhey good morning, babe,â you heard your step dad greeting your mother followed by the sound of them kissing. your skin crawled. âthank you for cooking breakfast. itâs really good.â
âyouâre welcome, hun. of course, you guys deserve the best breakfast. y/n, what are you doing there? come sit and eat before you go to school,â your motherâs sweet oblivious tone reached your ears. âhave some more, honey. i know you have a long day at work today.â
you gulped down the glass of water in your hand, bringing it with you to the table. from your peripheral vision, you watched as jungkook picked up the sausage with the same fingers buried inside your cunt just moments ago. then, he sucked on his fingers, glancing briefly at you with a sly smirk ghosting on his lips. âhmm, taste so good.â
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pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader
genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere
summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe youâre just trying to survive.
word count: +2.1k
tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a âbitâ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey
notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if itâs confusing!
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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.
but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.
the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?
it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.
the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?
are you still alive?
it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?'Â You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner â you learned his name was Yoongi â left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.
you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.
but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.
the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.
as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.
everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked. there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.
you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.
you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."
yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.
he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."
Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."
He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.
the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.
And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.
All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."
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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 tonightâŠâ
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 careerïżœïżœïżœfor 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 beautifulâour 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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11/05/2024 Samba Schutte BTS
To help with the anxiety, hereâs the Swedeâs job interview with Spanish Jackie #fierce #OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmd #bts
Source: Samba's Twitter
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2 bts#ofmd s2#spanish jackie#rhys darby#david jenkins#nat faxon#chaos dad#ofmd bts#leslie jones#samba schutte#THANK YOU SAMBA
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18+!
Tags/warningsâ ïž: Alcohol consumption, club setting, misunderstandings, angst if you squint, long haired Jungkook, Reader is a brat, angry Jungkook, unprotected sex (please do not practice that irl), rough sex, spitting!, breeding kink
Word count: 3.6k
đ§ : Sticky Rice-Lil Gnar, Reminder-The Weeknd, Party Monster- The Weeknd
For my loves: Tasara & @hobicakess đ©·
Betaâd by Shaqđ«¶đŸ
A/N: I randomly found an edit in my gallery that inspired this whole thing. HEAVILY unedited bc Iâm extremely sleep deprived rn so pls be nice!
Fic takes place about 4 years before "All mine" ! Enjoy?
Being married to Jungkook has single-handedly disproved every doubtful remark you've heard from everyone trying to convince you that it would be ill-advised to get married so young.
Contrary to what you've been told, the spark between has not died. In fact, you think that you find something new to love about Jungkook every day.
His love has never once not been intentional and gentle. You've never experienced being with someone who is so in tune with your body, with your mind, with your soul. Jungkook sees loving you as a competition; his only rival being his past selves.
There is no adventure that Jungkook would want to experience without you. Thereâs no bridge he wants to cross without holding your hand; no dance he wants to do without you beside himâŠ.or rather bent over in front of him as you are now.
The low lights of club Euphoria had switched to a dangerously deep shade of red, casting a sinful glow on your already ridiculously seductive face. Your eyes were low, whether it was from the few drinks you'd had earlier or the thick cloud of hookah smoke that floated around the club, Jungkook didn't know.
What he did know however, was that he had the most beautiful woman in the world throwing her ass back against him, in a dress so tiny that your cheeks were becoming more and more exposed as he thrust his hips forward to meet yours.
You move in sync with the music, your bodies in perfect harmony as the people around you become a blur. In that moment, it's just you and Jungkook. You and your husband.
You feel the cool air travel further up your legs as you dance. You reach behind you to pull your dress down, more out of habit than anything. You hear Jungkook groan as your hand âaccidentallyâ presses against his crotch, and you can't suppress the small giggle that escapes you.
It's a low sound, so realistically, Jungkook can't hear it that well over the near deafening musicâŠBut he sees the way your body shakes a bit. You shake the same way when you laugh at your own jokes or Jungkook's clumsiness; and he knows you well enough that he can practically hear the sound in his head.
Fuck he's in love with you.
He's so lucky to have you. He can't wait to live the rest of his life with you, to have a family with you, to take you home and fu-
His train of thought is cut off by the harsh vibration of his phone in the pocket of his slacks. He grabs your waist to stop your movements, and you stand upright. You raise a questioning brow at him.
âIt's Namjoon hyungâ he mouths, pointing to the phone at his ear.
You roll your eyes and shake your head. Namjoon had been on a work trip to London for the past few ( painfully long) weeks, and he still refuses to acknowledge the time difference. You two have grown to accept it, even if it means that he calls Jungkook at the most ridiculous (sometimes inconvenient) times.
The crackle of the receiver lets Jungkook know that Namjoon is talking, but he canât make out a word heâs saying. Jungkook quickly realizes that he couldn't possibly have this conversation inside the club, so he gestures towards the door.
âI'm going to take this outside,â he says with his lips pressed up to your ear. âDo you want to come with me? Or will you be okay âtill I get back?â
âI'm a big girl!â You pout up at him, pushing his glasses further up his nose with your pointer finger . âIâll be fine, go take your call! Tell Joon I said hi.â
He nods and plants a quick kiss on the crook of your neck. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb and promises to be right back, before he turns on his heels. You watch as his head disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing alone and regrettably bored.
With Jungkook gone, you have nothing else to do since you two had come alone. You think standing around in a club like someone with a lost shadow would be incredibly lame. So you do what any unoccupied, married person in a club would do, you make your way to the bar to get a drinkâŠor two.
By the time Jungkook gets back you're just a little tipsy.
You're not a stranger to alcohol per se, but unlike Jungkook who's been around enough liquor to know what blends would be good for you (strong enough to make you feel good, but not enough to make you lose your inhibitions); you don't know much (not enough if you ask him). You think of calling him, but your phone is in your purse⊠perched on jungkookâs shoulder.
So you do the most logical thing you can think of, and you order the prettiest sounding drink on the menu. Who can blame you?
Youâre just a girl.
~
Two cups of Serendipity later, you're back in Jungkook's arms feeling absolutely giddy and incorrigibly horny.
The lights in the club are a dark blue now, and the music is even louder. Jungkook looks exactly the way he did when he left.
Sexy as all fuck.
Long hair tucked behind his hair on one side? Check.
Denim shirt? Check.
Tattoos? Double check.
Damn.
MINE! MINE! MINE!
You're not sure where he put his glasses, but you make a mental note to ask him before you leave. You do not need a repeat of the Geum putdwaeji Sikdang* incident. You know from experience that Jungkook and contacts donât mix; and it would take over three weeks for them to get replacedâŠNot a fun time.
And right now? All you want to have is fun.
Jungkookâs mouth is moving, but your brain is moving too fast (or too slow) to read his lips and you canât hear him. But his hands pull you toward him by the waist and you lean into his touch.
Your back is turned to his front as you move slowly against him the second you hear âsheâs saying baby saenggakaji maâ float over the speakers.
Jungkook moves in sync with you as he always does, but his hands remain at your waist, almost rigid. His touch is shy and..Timid? His hands donât trail up towards your breast, or towards your belly button. You find it odd, and downright ridiculous.
You grab his hands to take them upwards, and youâre instantly confused. Thereâs ink on both his hands? You pause.
When did Jungkook get a sleeve on both hands?
His lips brush faintly against your ear, and youâre suddenly hyper aware of the absence of the cool metal of the rings that should be in his lip.
You donât hear a thing except the erratic beating of your heart.
Then the inconceivable happens.
Jungkook stands in front of you, arms folded across his chest and eyes glaring at you through his glasses. The lights above you start flashing, and they bounce off his shiny, silver lip rings.
But if Jungkook is in front of youâŠwho the fuck is behind you?!
You think you might faint.
As confused as you might have been about the situation, you knew two things for sure:
1. You needed to get as far away from not- Jungkook as possible
2. You're screwed.
Not-Jungkook seems to realize your mistake, and moves his hands from your waist so can step away from him; you rip yourself away from him as if his touch burns.
You open your mouth to say something to Real- Jungkook, but your brain goes blank.
You're too dunk for this.
Jungkook gives you a quick once- over to make sure that you're unharmed, before taking a gentle hold of your wrist. He tucks you behind him as he gives Non- Jungkook a piece of his mind.
The ringing in your ears has become so loud can't even hear the music anymore, much less their argument. Your brain feels like it's been doused in water, and you feel an unwarranted giggle making it's way up your throat. You swallow it down.
Now's not the time.
From what you can see, Real Jungkook and Not-Jungkook are having a very spirited conversation. Real Jungkook seems to be holding his composure quite well, until Not-Jungkook says something that causes his jaw to tick and his hands to form fists at his sides.
But instead of throwing a punch, Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks away, pulling you behind him.
Not- Jungkook waves at you.
You don't wave back.
Jungkook is silent as he leads you out of the club and towards your car. You say nothing as he opens the passenger door and watches as you sit inside.
âDo your feet hurt?â He asks
You shake your head at him. Still, he couches on his knees and unbuckles your heels, giving your calves a brief massage before he straps you into your seat. He closes your door and grabs a bottle of water from the back seat. He hands it to you as he settles behind the steering wheel.
âDrink.â He commands. His voice isn't necessarily angry but you can hear something bubbling beneath the surface. The restraint he's exercising is audible in his voice, and for some strange reasonâŠit excites you.
He pulls out of the parking lot slowly, careful not to accelerate too fast so your water doesn't spill.
The fog around your brain is almost completely lifted by the time you've finished the bottle. Jungkook glances at you for a moment, and releases a satisfied hum when he sees the crumpled plastic in your lap.
He doesn't smile though.
His jaw is tense and his body is rigid in his seat. He isn't touching you and you don't like it.
âJungkook,â you say, reaching over to touch his thigh
âAre you sure?â
You look at him confused. âAm I sure about what?â
âAre you sure I'm Jungkook?â
There it is.
You have the audacity to scoff at him.
â Of course I'm sure it's you Jungkook. Don't be ridiculous.â
âRidiculous?! You were literally grinding your ass all over some random dude you thought was me but I'm being ridiculous?!â
Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You know that Jungkook has all right to be upset, fuck you're upset at yourself for making such a terrible mistake. Jungkook has all right to reprimand you, but your mouth just won't cooperate with your brain. All the brat inside you heard, was Jungkook rubbing in something that you were already very embarrassed and flustered about and it just didn't seem fair.
If you thought about itâŠThis was all Jungkook's fault really!
â Well it's not my fault that you look like every other Korean dude with a perm!!â
The car comes to an abrupt stop as Jungkook slams the breaks.
âExcuse me?â
You roll your eyes and cross your arms at your chest. Jungkookâs eyes flick down to where your tits are bulging, but only for a moment of course.
âStuttering is your thing Jungkook. You heard me.â
âYouâve actually lost your fucking mind.â Jungkook marvels at you, completely in disbelief at your misplaced attitude.
âI should have bent you over my lap and spanked your ass raw in that fucking club for everyone to see⊠But I let you off so easy, because I knew you made the mistake because you were drunk; and this is the thanks I get?â
âNo.â You quip, âIâm not thanking you in any way.â
The tension between you is as thick as it was during the first 3 months of you two flirting with each other. You were both in college, desperately holding on to the title of âstudy partners â even though you kept finding yourselves in compromising positions.
You were both playing a timeless game of cat and mouse. A metaphorical tug of war. Jungkook would push and you would pull; now it appeared that you were having a rematch.
He sucks the pierced side of his lip into his mouth.
You want him so bad.
Jungkookâs eye twitches.
âYouâre asking for it, you know that?â He asks, face so close to yours that you can practically taste him on your tongue.
âGive it to me then.â You challenge.
Jungkook leans forwards, and you close your eyes in anticipation of a kiss.
But Jungkook doesnât kiss you. Instead, he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, though not hard enough to break skin.
You moan at the sting, reveling in the way his soft tongue soothes his claim.
He pulls away and runs his thumb over your lip, eyes darkening.
âDid he kiss you?â He grits out.
You frantically shake your head no.
It's then that you realize just how bad this could have truly been for you. Jungkook was right. You were getting off easy.
Jungkook pries your mouth open.
âTongue out.â he says.
You loll your tongue out and look up at him expectantly for what you know is coming. Jungkook looks directly into your eyes as he spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being told to; it's almost like a reflex.
Jungkook is pleased.
âWho does that taste like, baby?â
âTastes like you,â you reply.
Jungkook hums.
He grabs your hand and brings it over to his lap. Your breath hitches when you feel the telltale rigidness of a boner in his jeans. Your heart skips a beat as you realize how painfully hard he is.
You need him.
âWhat does that feel like, baby? Hm? Does that feel like me? Or are you not sure?â
You whine as he rolls his hips up into your palm. âIt feels like you Jungkook, I want it.â
Jungkookâs face contorts into one of mock contemplation.
You hate when he gets like this, when he pretends to consider giving you what you want when you both know it's not going to happen.
"You want to know what I think?" he muses rhetorically.
"I think I've let you get away with a little too much lately. I've always told you that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, but I've never made good on that promise, have I?" He chuckles darkly. "Maybe it's time I change that, hm?â
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and you feel a shiver of anticipation zoom down your spine.
âUnzip me.â
Your body is in autopilot as you undo his zipper and lean forward to take him inside your mouth.
He pulls you backwards by your braids, and brings his hand around your throat.
âYou're gonna take me in your mouth and you're going to keep it there until we get home.â He growls out at you
âNo licking, no sucking, no moving. By the time we get home I'll be tattooed so deep in your fucking brain that you'll never mistake someone else for me ever again.â he bites out.
But in true Jungkook fashion he brushes his lips gently against yours, then he shoves his dick down your throat .
The ride home is filled with the obscene noises of you trying not to choke on Jungkook's cock.
Your eyes are watering and your nose burns from how hard you've been breathing through it. Your chest feels hollow and your jaw aches, but you're too fucked out to care.
Jungkook's cargo pants are thoroughly soaked from the way your saliva has dripped all over him. You're sure it's beginning to get uncomfortable for him to sit like this: cock hard and throbbing and in your warm, wet mouth. Yet, he sits perfectly still; unmoving.
His breaths come out in slow, controlled gasps, and it becomes exceedingly clear to you that It's taking as much effort from Jungkook not to snap his hips upwards and fuck your throat; as it is for you to not give him an actual blowjob.
The realization is absolutely riveting.
When Jungkook pulls into the driveway of your flat, he lifts your chin up , and his dick slides out of your mouth with a wet plop.
You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving and hearts thumping. Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants, and takes a deep breath before he gets out of the car.
Like the gentleman he is, he walks over to the passenger side of the car and holds your door open for you. But when you don't make any efforts to get up, he bends down and looks expectantly at you.
You pout at him and point to your feet.
You're barefoot. Of course.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm a bit, and Jungkook promptly delivers a warning slap to your ass which settles you completely.
He opens the front door and kicks it shut behind him, waiting until he hears the security alarm activate before he moves towards your bedroom.
He tosses you on the bed and flicks the light on. Your chin is slicked with spit, you tits are spilling out of your dress, and the curly hair in your braids are sticky to the thin sheen of sweat on your face.
You look a mess.
A hot, beautiful mess that Jungkook made. His pride swells, along with another part of him.
Jungkook turns his back to you as he takes his shirt off.
âYou know I love you right?,â he asks, putting his glasses on the nightstand. He tosses his shirt onto the ground and walks over to the bed. âYou know that there's nothing in the world that could ever make me stop loving you?â He asks, now face to face with you as he strokes your chin.
âI do,â you reply, your voice comes out more of a whine than you actually want it to.
âThat's great baby, because this is going to feel like I fucking hate you.â
***
You both cry out when Jungkook finally slips inside you.
You've come to accept that no matter how many times you've taken him, how many times you will take him you'll never not be taken aback by the way his cock stretches you.
The lights are on, and so you can see Jungkook in all his glory. You can see way his biceps bulge and the way his abs tense. You the way his face contorts as your pussy practically suffocates him.
â You like what you see baby?â He taunts, âhad to make sure that you can actually see who's fucking you hm? Wouldnât want you to make another mistake now would we?â
He spits the word out as if it pains him to say, and translates that pain into a vicious snap of his hips that has you lurching forward, clawing at his chest.
His thrusts are all the same. Carefully calculated and deliciously hard. His tips brush against your gspot with every fluid movement of his hips, and all you can do is whine and beg.
At one point Jungkook slows down to a torturous pace. Pulling out of you the moment he's just shy of your gspot. You can't handle being teased, you won't. You decide to up the ante.
âJungkook,â you moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grinds into you âplease make me cum daddyâ
Jungkook freezes and his hips stutter.
You've never called him that before.
For a moment you regret letting it slip out of your mouth. That's until you see the crazed look that comes into Jungkook's brown eyes.
He wraps his hand around your throat and starts pistoning his hips into you.
âDaddy huh?â He grits out as your juices start leaking down your thighs and unto the skin of his stomach â is that what you want baby? Wanna make me a dad? Hm? Maybe that way people will keep their fucking hands off you huh?â
âJungkook please!â You scream, tears pooling in your eyes from how desperately you want the sweet release you've been denied.
âYou gonna let me put a baby in you princess? Gonna let me stake my claim on you for everyone to see?â He demands as he stills to a stop inside you.
âFuck, Jungkook yes! Please I'll do anything you want just please!â You cry
Jungkook finally drives his cock upwards, it's curved head hitting your gspot at the perfect angle. Your orgasm rips through your body so violently that you sink your fingernails so deep into Jungkook's bicep that you break skin.
You cum in spurts, coating him in a thick sheen of your arousal. Jungkook cums with you, no longer being able to resist the pleasure that your body was bringing him.
Jungkook's cum spills out of him in a long, steady stream. You feel the warmth as it seeps inside you, and you clench around him reflexively, determined to keep all of it inside.
âYou wanna have my babies so fucking bad.â Jungkook mumbles into your hair, voice hoarse and laced with fatigue.
And do, you mean to say, , though it never actually comes out of your mouth.
Instead, you hug jungkook to your chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist as sleep consumes you.
Fin.
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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 đ„č 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 đ„č thank you â€ïžâ€ïž"
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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to build a home | chapter twelve
Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc
Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.
Word count: 18k (hehe)
Warnings: this is so long i donât know that i remember every single thing i mustâve included here but iâll try my best lol. angst!! this is a very angsty chappie but itâs needed ok? so sad so sexy oc. jungkook is a dick twice!! for like a second but its bc heâs scared :( & stressed. Unprotected sex (don't!!! xo). they dirty talk a lot acc. i think thats it? i hope thats it lol.Â
Authorâs note: itâs a sunday and we have a new tbah chapter!! thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart for waiting. and for giving me such a warm welcome and giving my writing so much love, even amidst my absence. i really hope you guys enjoy this installment of to build a home! i poured my heart on this and i enjoyed it so, so much. it felt like the good old days!! do let me know what you thought - i feel like thereâs so much to UNPACK for this one. i love you guys x a million. thank u for reading <3Â
This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x
Chapter Twelve
The sun stirs you awake this morning, its rays sneaking their way inside your room with every gust of wind that makes the curtains dance and the moment you regain the smallest bit of consciousness, you know itâs too early. Youâre not meant to be awake for another hour or so but after a minute of tossing and turning, you begin to feel the sleep drift out of you. Your mind fills with thoughts and things to do, feelings and their unresolved natures. Itâs Monday, after all, lots to do, lots to feel and certainly lots to confront.Â
You slip out of the comfort of your blankets and pillows, putting your headphones over your head and pressing shuffle on the first playlist you find, cranking the volume a little too high in hopes that it will quieten the sea of thoughts that begin to whirlwind inside your mind. You make your way to the kitchen and almost miss the peace and quiet of six a.m., specially here. When the world is still asleep and itâs just you and you can let yourself fall into the long process of making yourself a cup of coffee. More than a process, youâd call it a ritual. You find it good to just stare at your hands at work, resilient in providing sweet satisfaction in a matter of minutes. And so, despite the lack of peace and quiet this morning provides, you get to work. Grinding the coffee beans until theyâre silky smooth, pouring the water into the bottom of your italian press and putting it all back together to rest at the stove top. Until all thereâs left to do is wait. Wait, wait, waitâŠÂ
âI love you.â
You wish it was those mere words that were pressing on you. But it was more. It was the way you felt his body weight on top of yours grow tense. The way the seconds felt like minutes, and then hours, until not even in proximity could you feel him close. How the air felt dense around you and your nerves got the best of you.Â
âYou donât have to say it back. Iâd say it was a heat of the moment thing but⊠I donât think that makes any difference.âÂ
It all echoes inside of your head. Inside of your chest. Your words, the stutter, the awkward laughter that followed as you tried to brace yourself for whatever came next. Only nothing did.Â
He didnât say it back.Â
He didnât say it back when the high came down and you both wrapped your bodies around each other. He didnât say it back as he kissed you, slowly and with that lazy characteristic that takes on when heâs sleepy, but not less filled with intention. He fell asleep first, his body impossibly flushed to yours, your fingers carded in his hair for hours as you laid awake, unable to reconcile sleep.Â
He didnât say it back when his lips on your cheeks woke you up the next morning. It was sweet, your mind blank with the exception of the bliss his touch basked you in. He kissed and touched, he pleased. But he didnât say it back.Â
He didnât say it back throughout the day but by then your mind had fallen at ease, taking you by surprise, even. It was a lazy Sunday morning that turned into a lazy Sunday afternoon, nothing but peace and leisure as the three of you spent the day by the pool. Snacking on whatever the season had turned ripe and sweet. It was a perfect summer day and as Soori splashed about and you looked into each otherâs eyes in pride and joy, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to tell you.
But he didnât say it back. Not when you said goodbye after putting Soori to sleep, not when he kissed you and said heâd see you tomorrow. Not when you turned around, stealing one last glance at him, lingering for a second too long in awe of his beauty as he smiled and leaned by his doorframe, taking you in. Not even when he called you to make sure youâd gotten home safe and his silence and yours filled the line right as you were about to hang up. And then you didnât, and you waited, until the line disconnected.Â
Your coffee overheats as you go back and forth, one cruel thought after the other, and itâs the lid jumping and splashing the liquid everywhere that brings you back to your small kitchen.Â
âShit.â You remove the pot from the stove and let it rest for a minute as you clean up the mess. Getting lost in your thoughts again because, hey, at least you woke up early, so as to give you enough time to let the overthinking make you clumsy.Â
Ten different things go wrong before youâre finally able to sit down on your couch, freshly brewed iced americano in one hand, your journal and pen in another. All you need to do is let your thoughts leave you. Yes, thatâs exactly what you need to do. You need to come back to yourself as you sip your coffee slowly and fill an entire page worth of your feelings. Itâs catharsis in itâs purest form. A foul-proof method, at that.Â
Only it isnât. You fill the pages with sentences like,
Why didnât he say it?
I shouldâve not acted like it meant nothing to me. It meant the world to me.Â
He means the world to me.
I love him.Â
Does he not love me back?
And the one that filled the pages the most,
Why doesnât he love me back?
And by the time youâre ready to leave the house, youâre still a ball of unresolved emotions and a chaotic neutral feeling taking over your every being because all you want to do is scream but youâre running late to see the root of all your problems.Â
~
Thankfully, the root of all your problems walks inside his kitchen that morning holding what you believe is the cure of all that is wrong in the world: his daughter.Â
âOh my God, you look so cute,â and she does. A smile that makes you melt, two pigtails held by tiny pink bows and an oversized Winnie The Pooh t-shirt that brings her whole look together. âGood morning, baby.â
The moment she falls into your arms you feel an ease run through you that makes you submit to the harsh edges of the world, waving white flag. Sheâs foul-proof magic and method.Â
âGood morning,â he says, giving you a smile that almost washes away your uncertainties.Â
âGood morning.â You take Soori from his arms and return the smile, but he can tell itâs not quite there yet. Not that he thinks much of it â your morning meet ups in the kitchen are always cordial but not overly so, you wouldnât want Mrs. Chae to suspect anything. âÂ
âI have a busy week coming up.â
âYou do?â Itâs a question that translates to, you didnât mention that and Jungkook doesnât miss it in your tone.Â
 âYeah. So Iâll probably be home a bit late. No more than an hour, though, is that okay?â
âSure.â
âGreat. Thanks!â Heâs nonchalant as he walks up to the kitchen island, greeting Mrs. Chae and moving quickly through his iced americano.Â
He leans against the counter, scrolling down his phone, not a care in the world. A particular sip has him choking on his coffee and he coughs a little. Inside, you smile. And yes, thatâs not the proudest youâve been of a feeling but can you be blamed? He doesnât look like his coffee splashed all over his kitchen counter this morning because he couldnât stop thinking about how he confessed his love to you and you didnât say it back. Matter of fact, not saying it back is the least of your concerns. He didnât say anything! No reaction, nothing. You hope he chokes on his coffee again. Itâs harmless, in your defense, most women would be hoping for bloodier, more treacherous things. Heâs lucky you donât-Â
ââKay. Gotta go. Have a nice day, Mrs. Chae!â He walks over to you, taking Soori from your arms and showering her cheeks with kisses as he makes his way to the doorway. Sheâs getting better at the goodbye part of the mornings but Mondays are always tricky.Â
âHave a nice day.â You smile, a bit forcibly.Â
âAw,â he frowns, pouting, and you think he almost gets it, but no. âYou tired, baby? Mondays can be hard.â
You want to gasp. No, really, it takes all the strength in you not to gasp. âYeah, slept horribly, actually.â
âTake it easy today. You two should take a nap in my bed.â You nod and agree and he hugs you after he passes Soori to you, pulling her in as well. Itâs a little three-way-hug and it makes your heart feel a little comfort, even amidst the chaos.Â
âYou take it easy, too.â Your hand finds his and you squeeze, even if for a second.Â
âBye, baby.â He kisses you. âBye, baby!â He kisses Soori. And off he goes.Â
This is pretty much what your entire week looks like. Going to bed late, head swimming in thoughts. Waking up an hour before your alarm rings, head swimming in the said thoughts. Breakfast before Lucy is up, so you can leave right as she wakes up, because a part of you knows sheâd know, and that you couldnât handle it. Lucy cares. Lucy would ask you a thousand questions, or encourage you to talk about it, or she would simply wrap you up in a hug that would send tears to your eyes that would turn into full on sobs by the time she was done putting her loving on you. So you lie to her; tell her Jungkook needs to be at the office earlier this week, and she buys it, no questions asked.Â
 You walk half of your commute, and then take the bus, mainly to kill time. On Wednesday you think you could probably just take the bus right away, be early, make up some excuse to Mrs. Chae and go up the stairs, to his bedroom. You could watch Soori for him as he gets ready, you could take him in as he prepares for the day, you could ask him to be five minutes late so he can kiss you silly and extinguish the fire of doubt that keeps growing thicker, taller flames inside your heart. But, could you? Could you do all that? Have you fallen into enough familiarity as to do that? You thought you had, now youâre not so sure.Â
Spiraling. Thatâs what your week looks like. You meet him in the kitchen, bask in the peace Soori brings you the moment she wraps her arms around you (sheâs a hugger now) and try to suppress the witty remarks that threaten to leave your mouth, fueled by sarcasm and anger, every time you speak to him. But most days, youâre just sad. So sad you have to fake a smile, or make a grand effort to hold a conversation. Not that you have many. Jungkook is busy, morning and night. Something about a new property theyâre getting ready to acquire - a future addition to The West End Collection. Each day the stress and tiredness reflects on him more, his energy plummeting. He says something about timezones and having to reply to emails at three a.m. so you assume itâs an international transaction. Nonetheless, itâs all assumption, you guys barely talk. And you get it. Jungkook is a busy man â he owns hotels, for Christâs Sake! â And under any other circumstance, his distance and your lack of communication combined wouldnât worry you, itâd simply be that, circumstantial. But right now, all it does is fuel the overthinking and self-doubt.
But then itâs midday and you remember how he kissed you in the morning before he left, and your thoughts quieten. Instead, theyâre replaced by that pink, fuzzy feeling that your body recognizes as him. The feeling that belongs to him and him only. And on the bus ride home you replay the way he kissed you goodbye, no one around you, and able to take his time. His hand resting on your cheek, his lips parting your mouth, the small sigh of relief that never fails to leave him whenever he deepens the kiss. This cloud of comfort the memories put you in inevitably land you back to square one, simply for the fact that they remind you of the one thing that presses on to your heart the most: you love him.Â
~
By the time Friday rolls around, youâre so exhausted from the marathon taking place inside your head that the moment you make it home, aided by the quiet and solitude that falls into your apartment â courtesy of date night for Lucy and Jimin â your body starts to ache from exhaustion.Â
You change into an old t-shirt and shorts, put your hair up in a bun and decide you will be treating yourself to take out. You get cozy, blanket tucked under you as Gilmore Girls â your comfort show â plays on the TV. Scrolling lazily through the food delivery apps, you ponder on what to eat. You want something that screams sad girl stays home because non-reciprocated love is too heavy of a burden to bear. Pizza, pasta, a burger. Maybe some ramen! Or a burrito, that never fails. Or perhaps just dessert. Perhaps thatâs what you need. A shock to the body in the form of sugar. But amidst your indecision your lids fall heavy and youâre out cold before the clock can mark eight p.m.Â
And you sleep. You sleep through the night, a deep, dreamless slumber that makes you pay for all the sleepless nights you put your body through. You barely move an inch throughout the night, Gilmore Girls serving as a soft lullaby in the background until Netflix gathers that you are not, as a matter of fact, still watching. You could probably sleep through the morning, and if you really tried, you could probably sleep through the afternoon if you cozied yourself up just right, but the universe has other plans. More like, Lucy and Jimin have other plans. In their defense, you are running late for book club.Â
Their hushed little giggles as they enter the house is the first thing you hear in the depths of your subconscious as the noise attempts to stir you awake. But itâs to no avail. Your mind ignores it eventually after it goes on for a minute too long. The second attempt is their hushed chit chat that takes one too many pauses as it gets lost in the giggles and pecks they share in between.Â
âShhh. Youâre gonna wake __ up!â Itâs Jimin, your subconscious recognizes that much.Â
âHmm,â more giggles. âShe should be in the shower right about now. She has book club, remember?â
âShit, thatâs true! Hey, we can fuck in the kitchen again?âÂ
âJimin, oh my god. Shhh!â
You frown, but your mind refuses to fully wake up.Â
Itâs the wet noise from their kisses that finally do it, at a third triumphant attempt. You jolt awake, turning to the direction of the kitchen where you see the image that matches the dirty little noises they make. Lucy opens her eyes for a split second as Jimin presses her against the counter and she all but screams when she sees your head peeking from the sofa, hair a mess and a scowl painting your features. Jimin shrieks follow a second later.Â
âShh. Shhhh!â you say. âWhat time is it?â
âItâs 9:15!â Lucy yells, still startled. âWhat are you doing here? Are you feeling okay? You look⊠under the weather.â
âYeah __ you look rough,â Jimin says.Â
âArenât you two just sweet? I fell asleep on the couch,â you stumble as you make your way to your bedroom, still groggy from sleep. âShit. Iâm gonna be so late.â
âDonât worry. Iâll make you some coffee and a sandwich to-go,â Lucy says, peeking inside your bedroom.Â
âThank you, Lu. Youâre the best.â You brush through your hair, incredulous as to how it got so messy through the night.Â
âOf course,â she says, lingering in your doorframe. âBut seriously __, are you doing alright? Iâve barely seen you this week.â
âYeah. Yes. Iâm fine. Long hours at work, thatâs all.â
She smiles. âIâm gonna tell Jungkook not to work you too hard when I see him today.â You look at her, confusion lacing your features. âDaeâs birthday party, remember?â
âOh, shit. Thatâs today. I totally forgot.âÂ
Now itâs Lucyâs turn to look confused. And rightfully so. I mean, what would warrant a reaction like the one you just had? You love Dae. And she knows that any excuse to see Jungkook puts a giddy, little smile on your face, like a teenage girl. She calls it the puppy love stage, and is convinced youâre deep into it. You canât blame her. A week ago you would have agreed. But today you were hoping you could avoid all thoughts of him. Come up with some excuse, tell him youâre feeling a bit under the weather and that youâd take the weekend to recover. But your plans of drowning your feelings in pizza, ice cream and Gilmore Girls (not necessarily in that order) just tumbled to the ground. You do, in fact, love Dae and wouldnât miss his birthday party for the world.Â
âIâll just be a little late,â you smile, disguising your thoughts. âSo, you know, I can come back and shower, seeing as I wonât have time to do that.â
Youâre not entirely sure she buys it, but she offers you a smile and heads to the kitchen to make you breakfast. That act alone makes you want to cry.Â
Itâs gonna be a long day.Â
~
Itâs a beautiful, sunny day. Perfect for a pool party. Mai had hired a very capable catering company that was in charge of feeding both the adults and the kids at Daeâs birthday party, but Taehyung had gotten a new grill and he could find no better day to break it in than today. And even though she insisted, it was to no avail. They were grilling â the finest cuts of steak, at that â and opening the nicest bottles of wine. His first born was turning five and they had a second one on the way! He takes a minute to take it all in, sighing in pure, blissful satisfaction. There was only one person whose grilling skills could come close to his, and he knows that much because he taught him.Â
âWhat a good day, isnât it, Jungkookie?â
Jungkook nods, taking a sip of his red wine as his eyes scan the scene before him. Kids running around everywhere, scattered all over Mai and Taehyungâs garden. A huge bouncy castle with a water slide happened to be the main entertainment of the day, making him question how he was going to top it up with his Iron Man act. His friends all gathered to celebrate Dae, whom he loved and couldnât believe was turning five. He also couldnât believe he was still a bachelor when he was born, not envious of his friendâs new lifestyle, and now⊠well, look at him now! His eyes scan the place for Soori, whoâs in Kennyâs lap as her cousins play around her. She smiles and claps, eyes wide as she kicks and screams in joy and he canât believe sheâll be able to keep up with them soon.Â
âCan you believe weâre dads?â
âIn awe of it every day, actually. Can you believe weâre actually good at it?â Taehyung looks at Jungkook, whoâs deep in thought.Â
âNo. Takes me by surprise every day,â he says, and Taehyung likes the way Jungkook gives himself credit, despite it all.Â
âCan you believe Jimin is well on his way to settle down?â Taehyung says, gaze diverting forward. Jungkook follows his line of vision and understands exactly what heâs talking about. There they are, Jimin and Lucy.Â
âAbout time.â And heâs only half joking, but the truth is, Jungkook hadnât seen his friend this happy in years, and heâs got Lucy to thank for that. They all do.Â
âAw, imagine how cute their babies will look like,â Taehyung says, earning himself a frown from Jungkook.
âKeep your baby fever in your pants, please.â
âOh, if only you knew.â
Jungkook looks at him and it takes him all but a second to know what heâs talking about.Â
âReally?â Taehyung just shrugs, but he smiles bright and big, and his happiness is contagious. âBro, seriously. You have to learn to shut your mouth. Mai is gonna kill you! Again!â and of course, Jungkook is alluding to the very first secret Taehyung couldnât keep from his best friend. That first secret is turning five today.Â
âDonât tell her I told you, bro.â He sounds like a child, and Jungkook canât believe heâs officially a dad of two.Â
âOh, I so will.â
âFucking traitor.â He says.Â
âHey, congratulations. Iâm so happy for you guys.âÂ
Taehyung brings him in for a hug and it ends as quickly as it begins. âShh, sh. Sheâs looking this way, act cool.â
âA fucking child.âÂ
âYouâre the child! Iâm older than you by almost two-â
Jimin walks behind them, taking them by surprise when he throws his arms around their shoulders. âChildren, please. Settle down.âÂ
Lucy giggles, rolling her eyes at her boyfriendâs goofy nature. She loves that about him. Matter of fact, sheâd just told him, for the very first time, that she loved everything about him. That she loved him. This came after Jimin had blurted it out, in the middle of a very mild argument over the best Shrek movie. She loved him so much sheâd decided to overlook the fact he said it was the fourth. Everyone knows itâs the second.Â
âFunny. We were just talking about you.â Taehyung says.Â
âNothing but compliments and praises, Iâd imagine!â He says. His friends both shrug at the same time, earning themselves a scowl from him.Â
Jungkook turns to Lucy, smiling at her before asking, âHey, have you heard from __? She told me sheâd be here.â
âOh, she overslept this morning, didnât even have time to shower. So she just went home to freshen up before the party.â Lucy replies, finding it a bit odd that he isnât aware of your whereabouts.Â
âAh,â he ponders on this for a minute. âI see.â
âIâm sure sheâll be here soon.â Her smile is kind, almost like she knows. And oh, she knows. Only she canât put her finger on it entirely. She knows somethingâs mildly off, but everything seemed fine at surface level. Ultimately, she didnât want to pry â knew that often her overthinking led her to worry for no reason â but also, her gut was almost never wrong.Â
Jiminâs voice brings her back from her mental gymnastics.Â
âBabe, letâs go get our bathing suits on! Iâm so going on that bouncy castle.âÂ
âPlease donât do anything stupid. And donât break the bouncy castle, the deposit on it alone was more than your Saint Laurent boots.â Taehyung tells him, nonchalantly, back at work on the grill.Â
âBro, itâs like, 30 degrees outside. Take those off.â Jungkook adds.Â
âDo not address me, flip flop man.âÂ
Taehyungâs head snaps. âHey, whatâs wrong with flip flops?â
Jimin scans him from head to toe, stopping at his feet. âEverything.â And like that, heâs gone.Â
Taehyung and Jungkook return to grilling duties, diligently at work and in total silence for a couple of minutes, so as to recover from Jiminâs brutal abuse towards their choice of shoewear.Â
Itâs Taehyung that breaks the silence first.Â
âSo⊠you and __, seems like itâs getting pretty serious, huh? Plus, youâre happy. I can tell. We all can, to be fair.â
He laughs, and when he does, it has a bite to it Taehyung wasnât expecting. âSo, I get laid and it shows?â
Jungkook doesnât mean it. Not the words he uttered, or the edge that laces his voice. Not even the breath he took right before he spewed their venom. He regrets it the moment they leave him.Â
Taehyung winces. âWhat the hell was that, man?â
âWhat exactly?â
âIâd like to believe youâve passed the point of just fucking ___.â Taehyung canât even call you the nanny anymore, his words faltering for a second before saying your name.Â
Jungkook chuckles, and again, he doesnât mean it. His friend can tell, which concerns him more. He wouldnât press if he didnât know he was lying through his teeth, lacing it with fire just to reinforce a point he didnât believe himself.Â
âSo, when she stays the night, what exactly do you think we do?â
Taehyung shakes his head and itâs him whoâs chuckling this time. âYouâre such a pussy.â
Jungkookâs head snaps fast, an immediate frown taking over his features. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âYou know what it fucking means. Youâre a pussy. Love looks you right in the eyes and you fall into the most clichĂ© tale of fearing it so much it makes you, quite frankly, an asshole.â Jungkook winces at the word love, though Taehyung doesnât notice â heavily invested in shaking some sense into him.Â
âIâm not going to sit here and pretend what it feels like,â he continues, voice taking on a softer tone. âTo lose something so abruptly that it makes you feel like everything that follows will hold the same fate. You didnât have a choice â when you gathered all that strength and courage for Soori, you didnât have a choice. You gave her love when life was throwing the opposite your way, that was brave. Do the same for yourself. That same courage, choose it.â He throws a punch at his chest, right where his heart is â itâs not forceful but it makes the youngest tumble backwards slightly.
Jungkook stares at his friend, his heart taking on a wave of feelings that pass him by too quickly for him to grasp, let alone process. Itâs anger first, sadness following, and when it crashes, they land in fear. Square one, too weak to say much, he just stares at Taehyung â his expression dumbfounded but above all, pained.Â
For a second, as Taehyung stares into his eyes, he sees a wide-eyed twenty-year-old Jungkook. Puffy cheeks and cherry hair, a heartthrob to everyoneâs knowledge but his own, making him all that more charming. Jungkook tries to find words â anything to form a shield, to dismiss his friendâs words and take the easy route out of this conversation, this feeling, you. But in an instant, heâs reminded of how hard âeasyâ can be. How much pain comes with the strain of fighting and how the other side of that pain can be almost sweet â vulnerability.Â
The words that follow make Taehyung feel nostalgic.Â
âI talked to my dad â well, more like- he talked to me.â Taehyung nods, already knowing where this is going. âHe knows. About __.â
âOkay⊠and what seems to be the problem?â
âIn his eyes, everything. It almost felt like he was putting some sort of blame on me, for everything that happened with Ira. How it affected our family,â Jungkook pauses, the word family leaving his lips in a tremble. âThey think sheâs going to cause the same societal hysteria â if not worse. The CEO dating the nanny.â He huffs, shaking his head in disbelief and even though he laughs, it lacks humor.Â
Taehyungâs one for big words but quite frankly, what he says next is the most accurate answer he can find, looking at his friend in the eyes as he says, âSo?â
Jungkook looks at him, hesitating for a moment. âWhat do you mean so?â
âI donât believe for a second that you just took his opinion and went with it. I donât believe for a second you just agreed with him. Not even to get him to stop talking. I know you better than that.â
âI didnât.â
âExactly. So, what seems so be the problem, because your parents trying to discipline the twenty-eight-year-old? Iâm not buying it.â Jungkook holds his gaze for a second before it drops to the floor, shoulders dropping in defeat as a sigh follows. âLife gets hard and the way things come to be, the circumstances we face, yeah â those are hard. But never loving. Loving is easy. Thatâs why itâs worth it.âÂ
Jungkookâs about to tell him that a week ago, you told him you loved him, and that he didnât quite know if you meant it. Heâs about to tell him that he didnât say it back â that fear got the best of him. That all the possibilities of everything that could go wrong presented themselves to him like a movie. Frame by frame, so vividly that it physically pained him, making his body grow rigid and cold. Heâs about to tell him that the biggest fear of it all was the possibility of you leaving, just like Ira did. But itâs right in that moment that he hears Sooriâs shriek. It startles him at first, he thinks something mustâve happened to her, that sheâs hurt, or perhaps just fuzzy and needs him. He drops the tongs heâs holding and is ready to run over to her. And then he sees you, fully stopping in his tracks when he realizes sheâs perfectly fine â she was just excited to see you.Â
Kenny hands her over and you take her into your arms, rocking her from side to side as you hug her to you. You feather kisses all over her face but she barely lets you, too excited and jumpy in your hold. She points at the red balloons that adorn the garden and you go wide eyed in excitement. Dae runs over to you and you kneel down, Soori still in your arms, and bring him in for a hug. He tells you things that Jungkook canât make out from a distance but he, too, is going wide eyed in excitement. You motion to a box that sits by the sofa, neatly gift wrapped in Iron Man print. He claps and jumps and takes you by the hand, walking you to the table that holds all his birthday gifts. Itâs only after youâve helped him place your gift at the very top â as per his request â that your gaze finally meets Jungkookâs.Â
You look beautiful, and when you smile at him he can feel his heart physically stop for a beat too long. Your long hair dances in the wind, and some gets tangled in Sooriâs fingers. Even she looks at you in awe. Youâre wearing a sage green summer dress that hugs your body in all the right places and then just flares out, accentuating that contrast you naturally hold. Very sweet but so very woman.Â
He could stare at you for hours.Â
And for his despair, for the most time, he does.Â
~
You do a great job at seamlessly avoiding Jungkook.Â
Now, itâs not that you want to avoid him. Itâs more so that you donât know how to face him. Youâre afraid that anything he says or does could trigger a response inside of you that you wonât be able to control. Perhaps youâll cry, or snap at him. Perhaps youâll go completely mute. At this point, you donât know. You tell yourself this is the price you pay for leaving a feeling untreated. But what could you do if the treatment to your feelings is standing at 5 foot 10 in total oblivion?
That much you know. Jungkook is oblivious as to how you really feel. And you canât fully blame him for this because a. Youâre the one that said he didnât have to say anything in return and, b. Oblivion makes him look so small in your eyes. I mean, youâre out here sitting with your female rage, plotting his revenge, laughing a little too hard when he steps on a lego â in full Iron Man costume, may you add â and he just doesnât get it. He doesnât know. Because if he knew, he wouldnât be stealing glances your way. Or letting his hand linger a little too close to yours when you stand next to him as Dae and his friends tell you what theyâre reading in school. Or when you pass Soori to him, your arms getting tangled together. Or when you both reach for the same cupcake, the same glass of wine, the same deviled egg! He lingers like you often do when youâre in public and have to be kept a secret. When touch and proximity are scarce and you have to milk every touch, every word, every glance.Â
In Jungkookâs eyes, your distance is simply discretion, because for Jungkook, your words were a heat of the moment thing. A testimony of how good you two had made each other feel. I mean, despite the way your words affected him and welcomed a new set of fears he wasnât quite planning on having with you, he let you get away with it. He felt, in a way, that he was doing you a favor. I mean, you did sound embarrassed and almost avoidant when you said it. So why press on it? Why put the two of you through the stress of having to navigate your feelings? All of this made total sense to him when he woke up Sunday morning and decided to not give his mental chaos another thought. Why would he, when he could just enjoy you instead?Â
Despite said female rage, the day turns out to be magical. Daeâs charmed by all the love he receives and even takes a power nap halfway through it all because heâs so exhausted from fun and play. But once heâs up, heâs unstoppable again. Running, swimming, singing and dancing, his fifth birthday party is a success. And now, with sun kissed noses and sugar rushes, his friends begin to say goodbye one by one. This is your queue, you think, and you walk over to Mai to thank her for having you.Â
âWhat? No! Donât leave now. The partyâs just getting started. For us, at least,â she winks at you, motioning to the glass of wine she holds. Itâs apple juice, only you donât know this.Â
âUh,â you canât come up with any excuses.Â
âPlus! Donât you wanna stay to see Dae opening his presents? Itâs my favorite part of the day.âÂ
âOh, I wouldnât want to intrude-â you know that for Sooriâs birthday at least, that moment happened after all the guests had left, and it was just their close group of friends. You feel out of place.
âNonsense. He wants you here. We all do. I do,â she grabs your hand in hers and you give her a little nod before sheâs dragging you back to the party.Â
You enjoy yourself more than youâd expected. In between conversations, left over finger food and really good wine, the evening passed you by. You enjoyed getting to know everyone better and found particular joy in seeing them in this dynamic they seemed to be very familiar with. Of course, this was all accredited to the years theyâd spent together. You couldnât help but find it quite amazing; the fact that the majority of them had known each other since high school, all through college and adulthood. Parenthood, too, for some of them. Every act of service, word spoken and inside joke was laced with something that words couldnât quite describe, but if you were to try, youâd label it as family. Simple as that. They were family. Seeing how quickly Lucy was weaving her way into their friendship group made you feel so happy for her. And it was in that instant that something told you that sheâd stay forever. Not a doubt of it. She belonged â here, with Jimin, surrounded by love and family. She just belonged.Â
Dae opened his presents and each reaction was better than the last. He was in a total high and the only thing that made winding him down for bed easier was Mai telling him that the faster he went to bed, the quicker heâd wake up to a room full of brand new presents he could play with all day long, if he so pleased. That and the fact that his cousins were staying the night and by the time Taehyung was done scattering his room with sleeping bags for the kids, the place looked like a campsite.Â
And so the night was drawing to an end as you all sat by the lounge area in Mai and Taehyungâs backyard. Music playing softly from the speakers, the half eaten Iron Man cake on the table and a string of memories recalled by each of them as they reminisced.Â
âTime flies,â Namjoon says.Â
âI canât believe you were the first one to have a kid.â Yoongi tells him.Â
Hobi wraps his arm around Kenny, bringing her closer before he says, âhow could you not? Heâs always been very daddy.â They all laugh at his choice of words. âI didnât mean it like that. Filthy minded, the lot of you.â
âI thought itâd be Jin,â Yoongi defends.Â
âNah. I always knew it was gonna be Namjoon. You left us too soon, bro.â Jungkook says, wrapping an arm around him and pouting.Â
âExcuse me?â Iseul gasps, scowling at him from the warmth of Namjoonâs embrace, at the other side of him.Â
Jungkook smiles at her cheekily, pout growing even more. âI love you. You know that. Matter of fact, you left us too son, bro.â He says this to Iseul.Â
âExactly. I was fun,â she says, crossing her arms as she falls back into the couch.Â
âYou still are! We all still are!â Seulgi says, raising her glass. They all join, and you laugh as you hear them add commentary like, âyeah, but at what cost?â, âI have chronic back pain.â and, âI fell asleep five minutes into a movie last night.âÂ
âGod, I havenât even been inside a club in years. Whatâs good nowadays? __? Lucy?â Jin asks.Â
You both look at each other, not very familiar with the clubbing scene anymore.Â
âCandied Star,â says Jimin, voice going low.Â
âShame on you, bro.â Yoongi tells him.Â
âWhat the fuck is Candied Star?â Asks Hobi.Â
âItâs a club!â
âIt sounds like the name of a very blonde, very busty 90s pornstar.â Says Mai and they all laugh.Â
âI actually used to love that place. Itâs pink and excessive. And the DJâs solid.â You say.Â
Jimin claps once, body jolting, having a full eureka moment. âWeâre totally going tonight. Saturdayâs are the best nights!âÂ
âIâm so in. Taehyungâs fancy wine made me drunk, itâd be a waste to just go home.â Lucy adds.Â
âYouâre welcome, kid.â Taehyung raises his glass in her direction.Â
âYou coming, __?â Jimin asks you.Â
You canât fight it when your eyes land on Jungkook. His are on you already and again, you both linger in held glances for a second too long. You know he canât go as he has Soori tonight. And you know your female rage wants to keep at a distance from him, so this is the perfect escape plan. But your heart takes one look at him and you want no more than to go back home with him. Have him all to yourself, crawl under a blanket with him and just hug him to you in a way that says, âIâve been wanting to do this all week.â
âIâm in!â
And thatâs the thing about untreated feelings: they rebel against you, even if the heart is waving white flags.Â
~
See, you might not be one for crowded spaces and shitty music. You might be an Elton John fanatic, technology denier, gardening grandma attire wearer old soul. This might all be true, yes. But right next to that truth coexists a side of you that simply canât help but love the fact that youâre twenty three. Youâre twenty three and that means that on a saturday night, your responsibilities are at the bottom of the pyramid. Youâre twenty three and thereâs something about tonight that exacerbates the fact that youâre young and can allow yourself to be a little stupid.Â
Candied Star is exactly what you described it as: pink and excessive. You hadnât been here in months and perhaps thatâs what makes it all the more alluring. You swiftly make it inside, courtesy of Jimin, who has a certain power over every bouncer and PR in the city. You could get used to the VIP treatment, if you were to confess. The line was going down a mile and you could see it from the taxi as you made your way to the club. The music is good from the get go and nothing about the atmosphere feels menacing or intimidating. Candied Star is for the cool kids. And what you mean by that is, Candied Star is for the girls, the gays and the allies. Nothing about this place caters to the male gaze and in a way, itâs so freeing.Â
The moment you step foot inside you begin to let loose, and itâs not too long after that youâre being found by a troop of beautifying fairy godmothers that circle around the three of you, bedazzling your faces until the strobes inside the club hit you and youâre drenched in glitter and sparkling. The music aids the cinematic feeling of the night and when Jimin hands you a drink, itâs pink and shiny and you donât know why but it just makes sense that it is. âItâs strawberry gin,â he says and you all bring your glasses together and cheer for a cause youâre not aware of but that demands celebration as you scream and sing and dance.Â
By your third sparkly, strawberry gin, youâre the life of the party.Â
No, really. You are.Â
âI didnât know __ had that in her!â Jimin says to Lucy, who admires you in awe.Â
âOh, but she does,â she yells over the loud music.Â
The same people that put beads and glitter on your face are the ones that encourage you to get on top of one of the tables and give it your all. Youâre not much of a dancer but in that moment, something in you releases in screaming color. Maybe itâs the song that plays that you vow to never forget. Maybe itâs the smiling faces that surround you and cheer you on. Perhaps itâs finding Jimin and Lucy in the crowd, smiling at you. You beckon them over and it takes them a while to get the hint but when they do, the crowd is parting for them and theyâre being cheered on. You help them get on the stage â yes, a table, but itâs your stage â and you dance. You dance and sing and yell words to songs you didnât even know you knew, or that maybe you thought youâd forgotten.Â
But how could you forget? How could you forget how young you once were? How could you forget how young you are now?
~
Jungkook rocks Soori from side to side, bottle in hand as she begins to drift off in between suckles. The way she fights sleep to keep eating makes him giggle and when he does, her eyes snap open once again, seemingly more alert than the last time.Â
âShh, shh⊠sorry, baby. Sleep,â he whispers and his voice soothes her as he feels her little body relax in his arms.Â
Night feeds are a rare occurrence nowadays but today was an exception. Sheâd had a fun day outside of her routine and the moment Jungkook had parked the car on his driveway, sheâd woken up, more alert than ever. So here they were, in the middle of her nursery as Jungkook added a little bounce to his step the closer she got to finishing her bottle; the rhythm heâd mastered and could confirm worked like a magic trick to put her out cold and fast.Â
Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât enjoying this moment. She was growing way too fast before his eyes and these moments reminded him of when she was a little baby. When she depended on him way more than she does now. When she couldnât crawl, let alone be so close to walking as she was now. Her eyes open yet again and he looks at her, smiling. She smiles back and he starts humming a soft melody in hopes of putting her to sleep. It has no rhyme or direction and he tries to think of something. He sings to her, and itâs a song heâs heard you sing to her, too.Â
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on, she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
She finishes her bottle, eyes blinking once, twice, before her long eyelashes meet her cheeks. She nuzzles her face closer to Jungkookâs chest and his heart breaks and mends all in the span of a second. He sings softer this time.
But, oh, how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Soori falls into deep sleep and Jungkook holds her. He lets himself have her in his arms for a little longer. He thinks of all the parenting books heâs read in the past year or so, making himself chuckle as they would absolutely not approve of this. But he doesnât care. He knows heâs doing the right thing. And perhaps he didnât know this a couple of months back â a couple of months back he felt like he couldnât get anything right â but now, looking down at her, he feels confident. He knows heâs doing the right thing because Soori? Soori is perfect. Soori is the best thing heâs ever been good at. Soori is his biggest and most exciting project. And as she sleeps soundly in his arms, it hits him. Heâs doing a good job.Â
He sings the same song to her two, three⊠four times. On and on. And at some point, the words start catching up to him in memories of you. He doesnât want to sulk. He knows you should, as a matter of fact, be out there, having fun with your friends and dancing the night away at some club with a questionable name. But he canât help but miss you. He thinks of you, because lately, every corner of his house reminds him of you. And yes, it aids his sulking but itâs also nice to just picture you everywhere. He thinks of you rocking on Sooriâs chair, watching them, youâd probably be singing along with him. Or perhaps youâd be in his room, waiting for him on his bed, a book in hand, because you always carry one in your bag.Â
He laughs as he remembers a conversation youâd had with Lucy right before you left for the club.Â
âWait, Iâm not very dressed for the clubâŠ,â you say.Â
Lucy looks at you, huffing. âYouâre never dressed for the club.â
âNo, Lu, seriously. I have a copy of Sense and Sensibility in my bag right now.â
âI guess Jane Austen is coming to Candied Star, then!â
And it was so you. Jungkook had never read Jane Austen, but the title alone was so very you.Â
Finally, heâs putting Soori in her crib, making sure she has all her friends around in case she wakes up through the night and double checking the baby monitor before heâs gently closing the door of her nursery after he takes one last glance at her. He canât see much, just one of her cheeks pressed against the mattress from between the wooden bars of her crib. He laughs softly, nose scrunching in endearment.Â
He walks inside his room, retrieving his phone from his back pocket and throwing it on his bed. Heâs about to turn around but he deflects, reaching back for his phone. Heâs got a couple of notifications adorning his home screen â Mai had sent pictures from today to their group chat, his mom had texted him saying they needed to talk and he had a couple of work emails he did not want to get into right now â but none from you. Jungkook sighs, throwing his phone on his bed once again and making his way to the bathroom.Â
He showers, taking his time to take the day off. Standing in front of the massage jets for a long time and in days like these, time felt like a luxury. He washes his hair, his body, lets the water run down on him. He takes his time and once heâs done, he walks over to his bed, tapping on his phone in quiet hopes that heâll see your name on his screen. Nothing. He grabs the device to put it to charge but he changes his mind halfway through, bringing it with him to the bathroom.Â
He brushes his teeth, washes his face, does his skincare. A notification pops up. Itâs from The New York Times. He rolls his eyes, staring at the screen until it goes blank. He tells himself not to act so childish. He brushes his hair, applies three different products he doesnât quite know the purpose of. He taps on his phone again, even though he knows heâs not going to find anything new. And he doesnât.Â
He doesnât and he shouldnât.Â
Jungkook doesnât want to pry you away from the fact that youâre twenty three years old, and that you should be doing exactly what a twenty three year old should be doing on a saturday night. God knows nobody stopped him, so he doesnât want to stop you. But heâd be lying if he said that when Jimin invited you to the club, his blood went a little warm. Not fully hot, no. But a little warm. He wanted the night to wrap up so he could approach you and ask to give you a ride. No one would suspect, I mean, he was just doing you a favor, as your boss. But the moment he got you alone in his car he planned to kiss you until you had no choice but to follow him home. And heâd hold you and stare at you and kiss you until it paid for how little he got to do it this past week. He missed you. And he canât stop thinking about how beautiful you looked today. At how beautiful you probably look right now, dancing and smiling. Probably a bit tipsy by now because he knows how much of a lightweight you were.
He gets in bed, attempting to get comfortable under the covers. He turns the TV on, plays the cooking channel, dims the lights, then turns them off. He puts his phone on Do Not Disturb but then chooses against it, just in case. Just in case you called him, giddy and with slow, slightly slurred sentences like you had that one time. And if that were to be the case, heâd ask you to come over. Heâd feed you carbs, get you in the shower, in his bed. And then tomorrow heâd wake up next to you and- he stops himself. Because if he lets his mind go any further, heâs gonna be the one calling you. And asking you to come over â begging for it if need be.Â
But even in his rationality, he hopes. Fighting sleep, just in case.Â
You never call.Â
~
âPretty,â you say. Because it is. The city, the lights, even as they pass you by faster than youâd like. Your head is out the window, merciless wind hitting your face as the car picked up speed, making your hair dance behind you and your eyes water, smudging the glitter that adorned your cheeks.Â
âIt certainly is, but hey, __, maybe get back in here?â Lucy tries to reason with you, but itâs to no avail because your arm joins your head and the way the air feels like a heavy mass attempting to go through you is almost hypnotizing.Â
Jimin peeks from his seat next to the other window. He giggles when he sees you mid trance. âIs her seatbelt on?â
âYeah,â Lucy says as she tries to pull you back in.Â
âLeave her be, babe. Sheâs having a cinematic moment.âÂ
âIâm scared sheâs gonna want to jump out or something.â
Jimin laughs at this. âShe wonât. Come here.âÂ
And so Lucy does, stealing glances your way from time to time to make sure youâre doing okay and wonât do anything crazy like fly out the window.Â
Thatâs not what you want, though. Youâre simply admiring the view. It feels so good. It feels so good to forget about what pains you for a night. It feels so good to not think about him, even though this thought alone requires you to think about him. You chuckle. Who cares? Youâre not thinking about him, even if you are. Your drunken state tells your brain that youâre free of the Jungkook chaos youâve been in for what feels like way too long. And when your heart tries to meddle, telling you not to be such a fool and reminding you that a week ago you poured your heart out to him, told him the biggest, most important words â the ones you searched for the most in your love stories â right around this time. Who cares? Who cares, you keep reminding your heart, demanding it to let it go, even if just for tonight.Â
âWe can cry tomorrow,â your voice is but a whisper that gets muffled by the wind, one that only you can hear. âWho cares tonight? Who cares, who cares, who caresâŠâ
You can hear the beginning chords of a melody that you think you recognize coming from inside the car, but you canât quite put your finger on it. It comes to you slowly though, and when you almost have it, you look behind you and see Jimin and Lucy singing along to the beat of the song. And then it hits you. Your body is inside of the car and you lean forward, hand on the driverâs shoulder.
âOh my God,â you say to him, âyouâre speaking to my soul! And I donât know if I like it. Turn it up.â He smiles, chuckling at your words before his hand reaches for the console, the song resounding all through the car.Â
You lean back on the seat, looking at Lucy before linking your arm with hers. The three of you sing, loud and drunk and happy.Â
You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it's just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
~
Your head pounds and at first, you donât understand why. But it pounds so hard it snaps you back into consciousness. Once you are relatively awake you understand why. Not only are you deadly hungover but youâre also in the middle of what you can only describe as chaos. Your window is wide open and there must be a traffic jam going on outside because cars are honking left and right. Eltonâs halfway through Tiny Dancer because clearly the first minute of that didnât do its job at waking you up, and thereâs a knock at your door.Â
âCome in,â you say, as you switch off your alarm and try to drown out the outside noises by putting a pillow over your head.Â
âGood morning, lover.â Lucy enters your room, and when you glance at her from an inch left uncovered by your pillow, you see sheâs holding a tray. Iced americano, avocado toast and a sunny side up egg that smells delectable are just a couple of things that make her the best friend in the whole world this morning. The second one is the fact that sheâs closing your window and suddenly, itâs peace, quiet and a feast in your room.Â
âIâve done nothing to deserve you.â
âYouâve done plenty.â She smiles and itâs sweet, just like every inch of her.Â
âGood morning, dancing queen.â Jimin waltz inside your room, shirtless and with Lucyâs cow print fuzzy headband on his head.Â
âI shouldnât have to see this first thing in the morning, but itâs the price I pay for dancing on top of tables like God did not intend.âÂ
âOh, no. I think God was in that room last night.â
âBabe,â Lucy whines. âLeave her alone!â
âWhy? It was fun! Youâre fun, __. You should come out with us more often, they gave us a bunch of free drinks just because we knew you!âÂ
You throw your pillow at him and he shrieks and runs away. Both you and Lucy laugh at his theatrics.Â
â1 to 10 how much did I embarrass myself last night?â You ask as she hands you your pillow back and you return it to its rightful place over your head.Â
âLike, minus 0. You genuinely were the life of the party. All you did was dance and drag everyone along!âÂ
âIâll believe you. Thank you for breakfast, Lu.â
âOf course,â she smiles. âHey, Jimin and I are going to his parentâs beach house for the week. We leave today.â She almost looks apologetic when she says it.
âThat sounds so nice, Lu.â
âYeah,â she says, and her voice takes on the tone she uses when something floats above her head in worry.Â
âYou okay?â
âYeah, I am. But,â she pauses for a second, looking into your eyes. âAre you?â
âMe?â You ask, incredulous and you can see it in her face â how little she buys your act. âIâm fine, Lu. Just tired. Itâs been a long week and honestly I probably just need some rest. Iâll try and take loads of naps today.â
She just stares at you for a couple of seconds, deciding your fate. Will she let it slide? Will she press? Will she give you the words of comfort youâre so very sure could make you cry right now and dismantle your lies?Â
âYou should try and get as much rest as you can.â And the only reason she says that is because theyâre running late.Â
âAnd you have fun,â you hug her. âDonât worry about me, seriously. Iâll rest loads and probably clean around, do some laundry, maybe get some writing done. Ooh, I could meal prep for the week!â
~
You lose a sock on your way to the living room from the kitchen. It makes you stop in your tracks as you glance back and try to see where youâd left it. But itâs nowhere to be found. Oh, well. You shake the can of whipped cream youâd retrieved from the fridge, the cherry on top the most perfect Ben & Jerryâs flavor that has ever existed â chocolate fudge brownie, of course. Your mouth waters at the mere thought and you canât resist the temptation of having whipped cream at such close proximity and so you swirl a hefty amount inside of your mouth. In perfect cinematic nature, the song that youâve had on repeat for the past forty five minutes breaks into the chorus (yet again) and now the whipped cream can is your microphone and this living room is your stage.Â
You said, "Baby, no attachment"
Your voice is hoarse, the remnants of yesterdayâs fun and todayâs chaos.Â
But we're
You trip on an iPhone charger and it almost sends you flying. But it doesnât, so you take the opportunity of being jolted forward to add flair to your performance.Â
Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out
Is it casual now?
Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach
Is it casual now?
I know what you tell your friends
It's casual, if it's casual now
Then baby, get me off again
If it's casual, it's casual now
You donât realize youâre crying until the tears touch your lips, warm and salty and it only makes you sing louder because at this point, youâre just letting yourself go a little insane in the privacy of your own home and the solitude that has been granted to you this sunday morning. So you eat ice cream at 11 a.m. and listen to feminine rage songs. More like, one single feminine rage song. And the more you sing it, the sadder it gets. The girls arenât enraged. The girls are just sad.Â
I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner
Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter
Your hands come up and you spin as you sing and cry.Â
Bragging to your friends I get off when you hit it
I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry dude you didn't
I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself
I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell
The song ends and a second later, it starts again. You let it. Most of the lyrics donât even apply fully to your situation and you can begin to recognize this as your steam is blown and you tire yourself out. And yeah, the lyrics may not all apply to you but some do and it feels good to scream them out loud and to get mad.Â
You send a flying kiss to Chappell Roan and thank her for her services.Â
~
âGod, youâre such an asshole.â Your words are directed at Mr. Darcy, whoâs been getting on your nerves for the past hour or so. âBut youâre so beautiful. And I know deep down youâre a good man.â And itâs then that your eyes begin to well up yet again. Pride and Prejudice always gets to you.Â
Your eyes leave the TV screen for a split second so you can draw your head back and take a bite out of your pizza. Itâs delicious â cheesy and delicious, and just what you need. Dancing, singing and crying must burn more calories than you think because that was a workout and now you were exhausted and famished, even though you were halfway through your pizza already.Â
âI mean, there you are! With your stupidly good looking face and your bad manners,â you point at Mr. Darcy on the screen. âAnd all because you canât tell the girl you love her! Elizabeth, you deserve be-â
Halfway through your speech, you get interrupted by the insistent buzzing that comes from your phone. Your eyes scan the couch on the search for it but itâs nowhere to be found. You shove blankets and pillows aside and the more it buzzes, the more frantically you search. You find it under your pizza box right before itâs about to disconnect, quickly sliding your finger across the screen so you can answer the call, not having time to second glance at the contact.Â
âHello?!â You yell into the receiver.Â
You hear Jungkook chuckle from the other end of the line and you quite literally choke on your spit, making you cough wide eyed and surprised. âWoah, woah. You okay?â
You hate that he cares. And you hate his little chuckles and how quickly he can disarm you because you feel the way your voice is about to go soft on him. You make sure to clear your throat (and shake the softness off) before replying.
âYeah, yeah. I just have a bit of a sore throat.â
âSo it was a good night, I presume.â
âYeah, actually. The best.â
Your words are fast and sharp and Jungkook feels the sting. But nonetheless, heâs still oblivious. He blames the sting on his own childish ways of missing you too much even though heâd seen you every day this week. He blames it on the part of him that went to bed last night stubbornly wishing youâd be next to him. And so he opts to be bigger and better than his feelings, collecting himself before he responds.
âIâm glad, baby.â Youâre quiet on the other end of the line. âHey, so⊠we were just at brunch with my parents.â
âHowâd it go?â
âSame old,â and it was true. Itâd been awkward at first but then simply filled with small talk and the three of them swooning over Soori, to Jungkookâs fortune. âBut I was thinking maybe I could pick you up and you could come over? We could lay by the pool, I could make us some dinner laterâŠâ
Your eyes scan the room. They land on the pizza box and then on Mr. Darcy on the TV, mid-sentence in what is probably useless words because none of them are what he actually feels.Â
âI have a terrible hangover, being out by the sun would probably make it worse.â
âThatâs âkay. We could watch movies instead.â
You sigh, your heart breaking at your coldness when you say, âIâve had a long week, I think itâd be better if I just took it easy today and got some rest. Iâm sorry.â
And as oblivious as Jungkook could be in the moment, no oblivion could stand between him and the way your words break something inside his heart in more ways than just disappointment.Â
âOh,â is all he can say.Â
âBut you guys have fun, okay? Give Soori kisses from me and enjoy the water. Iâll see you tomorrow?â
âY-yeah. Yes. Iâll see you tomorrow, baby.â Jungkook wonders why the pet name heâs grown so familiar to calling you feels so foreign as they pass his lips now. âBye.â
You linger. You wait, in silence, the soft static and words left unsaid.Â
âBye.â
I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you and I hate that you donât love me back and I canât do with hating that I love you and I could never do with hating you because I love you.Â
When you fall asleep around thirty minutes later, itâs with heavy eyes and tears youâd been collecting ever since. You fall asleep before Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth can get their happy ending.Â
~
Monday morning feels like hell. Getting out of bed feels nearly impossible and when you finally muster the strength to do so, you feel a headache coming up that threatens to linger for the whole day. You take some Tylenol, caffeinate yourself and eat whatever you can stomach. And since you hadnât taken the time to make yourself an elaborate breakfast, you get fifteen extra minutes that you use to make yourself look better, in hopes that it helps you feel better. You take your time as you brush through your hair and get really close to the mirror as you apply your makeup, blending and dusting products on with more care than you have in years. You can feel the heat that takes on the day, despite it only being 7 a.m. and so when you stand in front of your closet you try to keep it light. You settle on a pink linen dress thatâs a bit too short but still acceptable to go serve your duties as a nanny. And perhaps vanity could cure a broken heart because by the time you leave the house, your strut has a bit more of confidence to it and your mentality consists of more who cares rather than why me?
You settle on the bus seat, reaching for your book but thereâs something about Sense and Sensibility youâre simply not in the mood for today. And so you put your headphones on and scroll through your playlists. Youâre just a girl, so of course thereâs a perfectly curated selection of songs for any occasion and so todayâs choice is one titled so sad, so sexy. Itâs feminine rage meets bad bitch anthems and your subconscious decides itâs this episodeâs soundtrack.Â
Mrs. Chae greets you at the door, like every morning, only today she smiles a little wider.Â
âYou look very pretty today, ___.â
You smile at her, asking her about her weekend as you make your way to the kitchen. You offer to make her some coffee as she gets Jungkookâs ready and it takes a little bit of insisting but she finally lets you treat her. As the minutes pass, though, you start feeling nervous. You hadnât quite planned how youâd manage your feelings when you saw Jungkook this morning and every little noise has you jumpy and alert. You get Sooriâs breakfast ready, cursing how quickly porridge cooks and your immaculate fruit chopping skills, because youâre done faster than youâd think and now youâre hands free and anxious again.Â
âMrs. Chae, let me help you fold laundry.â
âFold laundry?!â
âYes! Iâm quite good at it. I worked at a little boutique all through my teenage years.â
âNo.â
âPlease. Just Sooriâs at least.â
She looks at you intently for about five seconds, narrowing her eyes. âHer clothes are in the pink basket.â
You do a little cheer and thank her and she shakes her head at you but you can see the way she smiles. You get to folding her tiny clothes, cooing at how cute and tiny they are. You laugh at how her funny t-shirts that have kermit the Frog, Bluey and Wonder Pets prints get mixed with her nicer pieces that are full of tulle and fancy fabrics or are full on designer. But your favorites are the mini versions of Jungkookâs clothes that he always pairs with pink bows or colorful socks. It makes your heart melt.Â
âGood morning,â Jungkookâs voice snaps you out of your trance. âWhy are you folding laundry?â
âDonât look at me, Mr. Jungkook,â Mrs. Chae defends, placing the tray that holds his iced americano on the kitchen island.Â
âIt relaxes me,â you say, arms reaching for Soori who falls straight into them. âGood morning, munchkin. You hungry?â
âI have to leave now. Emergency meeting at the office.â
âBut your coffee,â you hate that you care, but you do. Not to mention that it already worries you that itâs all he has for breakfast.Â
He doesnât look up from his phone when he says, âAt the office. Have a nice day, Mrs. Chae.â
You follow him as he makes his way to the door. You can tell heâs stressed just by being in his proximity and it almost reminds you of when you first started working for him, those very first cold and distant weeks. But when he turns around and takes Soori into his arms, he softens and grows mushy again.Â
âIâll see you tonight, baby. Be good for daddy, okay?â He kisses her cheeks. âYouâve recovered, I hope.â He says this to you.Â
âGood as new.â You force a smile.
âIâm glad. Iâm gonna be late again today, weâre hoping to close this deal this week and weâre in a time crunch. Iâve told Suelgi to pick Soori up in the afternoon-â
âWhat? Why?â
âWell, you stayed with her last week and-â
âYeah, thatâs my job. Thatâs what you pay me to do, remember? Also, it messes up with her routine so Iâll keep her and weâll wait for you right here.â
âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â
â___-â you donât let him finish, fearing to fall into a conversation you canât have right now. You grab the back of his head and bring him close to you until your lips are on his. You feel him relax against your touch and he deepens the kiss, even if for a brief second before youâre pulling away.Â
âHave a good day. Weâll see you tonight.â
~
On Tuesday you keep your anxiety at bay by making Soori a really elaborate breakfast. And youâre speaking the whole ordeal. Eggs, cherry tomatoes that you cut up really small, all her favorite assortment of fruits (blueberries, strawberries and pears), avocado that you mash and season with salt, pepper and lemon juice. You even cut her toast in tiny hearts that adorn the corners of her plate. When Jungkook walks inside the kitchen that morning, youâre getting started on her meal prep for lunch. Cooking for Soori wasnât really on your job description but you liked to be as involved as you could in her feeding and so youâd silently taken on the responsibility. She liked to watch you cook, clapped along as you played music and danced around the kitchen, giving her a show.Â
You donât hear him come in and Jungkook takes the time to let himself stare at you. Amidst the stress and exhaustion, youâre pure sunshine that creeps into his home each morning and for that heâs grateful. If yesterday you threatened to make him late for work, which he really couldnât afford this week, today youâre making him wish he could throw all the contracts out the window and live in a world that rotated around your axis. He doesnât know if itâs the way your lips are a tone redder today, or if itâs the way you have your hair up in a bun that somehow looks both disheveled and put together, thin strands of hair framing your face as you concentrate on the way your hands carefully peel the pear. Youâre pouting, the way you often do when youâre focused on something and he thinks about how quickly he can get out of this kitchen so he can kiss you. Youâre also wearing red, which is a color he doesnât often see you sport but he makes a mental note to store it under favorites. Your dress is tight around your waist and then flairs out and he knows itâs short because the weather is hot and you know how to dress for it. Jungkook begins to feel hot, too. The straps are held by a bow that rests on top of your shoulders and one of them falls down your arm and he swears to himself this all just happened in slow motion.Â
âMr. Jungkook, good morning.â Mrs. Chae places the tray on the kitchen island with a little more force than sheâd originally intended. This makes you jump and it takes Jungkook about a beat too long to come back to his senses.Â
âGood morning,â he clears his throat when his voice falters.Â
Oh, damn you, Jeon Jungkook in dress pants and a white shirt that hugs your body a little too nicely to be true.Â
âNana,â Soori shrieks, excited to see you as you walk over to them.Â
âHi baby, I missed you.â The moment your arms outstretch towards her, sheâs falling into them. You look at Jungkook. âHey.â
âHey- how are you?â
âIâm good. Did you sleep well?â
âI did, thank you.â
âYeah.â
âYeah.â
Both Mrs. Chae and Soori stare at the two of you in confusion.Â
âNana,â this time she tries to get your attention, hitting you with her plush toy. You notice itâs shaped like a mille-feuille, courtesy of Lucy.Â
âIs she- is that what she calls you?â Jungkook asks.
âI donât know⊠itâs the first time she does it more than once in a row.â
âCute,â he says, smiling. His face grows serious again when he sees Mrs. Chae smirking from the corner of her eye.Â
âSheâs cute. Want breakfast, baby?â And Jungkook is so entranced by you this morning he almost says yes. âWeâve got blueberries and strawberries and pears. Can you say pears?â
âNana,â she smiles and is immediately forgiven.Â
When youâre by the door saying goodbye, Jungkookâs about to kiss you, and thereâs nothing in the world he wants more right this second. And as he leans in and mentally chants victory, his phone starts ringing. Itâs Jin, and he knows itâs important. He shouldâve taken his call ten minutes ago. His eyes close for a second, sighing in frustration before he picks up the phone.Â
âYeah, talk to me.â
You donât mean to be so cruel, but alas, you smile.Â
~
On Wednesday, itâs Jungkook who opens the door for you and by the looks of it, heâs on his way out, phone pressed to his ear as he steps aside to let you in.Â
âYeah, if you could please have those papers on my desk when I get there- yeah. Thank you, Kay. Youâre the best.â
You roll your eyes, but itâs mentally. Inside your head so he canât see. If you had a dollar for every time youâve heard Jungkook say sheâs the best youâd have two dollars, which is two dollars too many.
âHey,â he says, eyes still on his phone as he reads what you can see is a really long email.Â
âGood morning. Whatâs going on?â
âI have to run. Sooriâs in the kitchen, sheâs had a bit of a rough morning. Sheâs having a bottle right now.â He types as he tells you this. You want to shake him and tell him to look at you.Â
âIs everything okay?â
His eyes meet yours. âYeah, just- closing deals is hectic. Thatâs all. Everything okay with you?â
No.
âYes.â
âGreat.â
Great.
âGreat!âÂ
âIâll see you tonight?âÂ
âSure.â
He presses his phone to his ear once again and turns around, walking towards his car, the loud beep startling you a bit as he unlocks it. You yell at him, mentally. Inside your head, so he canât see.Â
~
Soori was in fact having a rough morning, and her mood lingers throughout the day. She was a really good, happy baby so on bad days like these you knew something had to be bothering her. Youâd found the root of the problem in the middle of a very dramatic cry, as her head swung backwards and her mouth opened to let out a loud wail. Her first back tooth was coming in. She was in pain, rightfully so, and nothing quite pleased her but you tried to do your best. She got extra cuddles and an extra morning nap. Youâd made her strawberry juice lollipops so she could chew on for relief and mostly let her play throughout the day. She wanted to be held for the most part, though, and you had to admit you werenât about to complain. You loved when she let you hold her and hug her and squeeze her.Â
Youâre halfway through a very softly sung version of Hey Jude when Jungkook calls you. Itâs quarter past seven and you were winding down Soori for the night.
âHi,â you say, voice a whisper so as to not wind her up.Â
âHey. How are you guys doing?â
âGood. Sheâs getting sleepy, sheâll be out in the next twenty or so. Her first molar is coming in, thatâs why sheâs fuzzy.â
âOh, shit. Shouldâve thought of that.â
âSheâs doing okay now. She just needed extra cuddles.â
âI wish I couldâve been there today. Thank you, ___.â
âMy pleasure. Howâs your day? Itâs late⊠are you coming home soon?â
And Jungkook knows youâre not asking for any other reason other than the fact you care about him. About his wellbeing and peace of mind. You took care of him in more ways than you probably realized because it just came as second nature to you, to be so caring. You, on the other hand, canât help the way your heart plays onto the little fantasy. The one in which you wait for him to come home â a home of your own. He comes home to you after a long day and you sit on the couch and order take out and you make sure he has dinner because, to be fair, youâre not sure he does when you leave at night and the worry follows you until you get home even though you know that he canât go hungry for more than twenty minutes. But you care, so you worry.Â
Ugh!
âYeah. I just have to go through,â he pauses, taking a look around him, âtwo more contracts. Iâll be there in about an hour or so.â
âIâll give her a good night kiss from you.â
âThank you, baby. Iâll see you soon.â
âSee you,â and you hang up because if you donât, youâll fucking blurt those three words at him again, because in your little fantasy, itâs only natural. Itâs only natural that you tell him you love him before you hang up the phone.Â
God, life was playing tricky, tricky games on your heart. Ones that you were out of ideas on how to defeat.Â
~
Soori had knocked out not too long after that. Sheâd been visibly exhausted from the discomfort and pain sheâd carried all day and you could only hope tomorrow was better. You make a mental note to search up some toothing relief methods on your way home. You give her two forehead kisses before laying her down on her crib, placing her little mille-feuille plushie under her arm.Â
You make your way to the kitchen, turning on every light that you pass because if you were to be honest, Jungkookâs house intimidated you a little bit during the night. It was just so big and spacious, wide hallways that felt never ending. You liked how quiet it was, though. A sense of peace filling you as you put the kettle on to make yourself a cup of tea. His selection was impressive and you wondered why. You donât think youâd ever seen him drink tea⊠you wonder if this was one of the remaining bits of Ira that still lingered around the house. There werenât many, but it was impossible to fully erase her. There was a mug in the cupboards with the letter I and right next to it, one with the letter J. Her white Mercedes Benz that still sat on the driveway, too. And even though sheâd cleared her clothes from the closet, youâd once seen a pretty black dress that you could only assume had once belonged to her.Â
You opt for a fancy looking ginger and lemon tea, taking your time to let the leafs brew in the hot water. Thinking of him, of her, of Soori. Of how much youâd weaved your way inside his home, his family, without the details of what landed you here in the first place. I mean, you know some of it, but not the whole story. And then again, how much of a story was there? Her departure had seemed final and abrupt and in your anger, you doubted her words and explanations truly mattered.Â
You move through the kitchen, down the dining hall and into the living room at a slow pace, taking it all in. You try to remember if youâve ever been here alone, when itâs so empty and quiet but you canât place any memory of the sort. You walk over to the big, tall bookshelf that stood against the wall. It was mostly for decoration, youâd assumed â a bunch of color coordinated books that matched the aesthetic of the living space perfectly. You recognize some titles and some others seem old. Pages on art, architecture, travel and fashion. Your eyes land on one that doesnât seem to have a name, the spine empty in smooth leather. You reach for it, its weight sitting heavy on your hands. It was big, too and it looked like it held something important. Something that you couldnât find in a bookshop or library. You know you probably shouldnât, but your curiosity gets the best of you. You sit on the sofa, tea cup long forgotten on the table, lifting the heavy cover to reveal a white page that held a handwritten note.Â
To our Soori Blue,
Our darling girl, you are so very loved, and this is your story so far. This is where you come from and this is how you were loved from the very beginning, even before you were here. When you were but a little star waiting in the sky for your mommy and daddy to multiply the love they have for each other to make you. Youâre born from love, Soori, and your parents are proof of that, because they love each other so very much. Waiting for you was hard because we couldnât wait to hold you and getting to be your Godparents is one of our biggest blessings. You are so loved, you are so special and you will always have us.Â
Love,
Auntie Mai and Uncle Taehyung
 You turn the page, a picture of Jungkook and Ira taking most of the frame. Theyâre pulling faces as they pose for the camera and behind them is the city skyline and a sunset that paints the sky pink and orange. She blows a kiss and Jungkook throws a peace sign as he winks. Under the picture, a caption in neat black font that reads, âthis is from the day your mommy and daddy first met. Everyone says it was instant: how they fell in love. I bet they wouldâve not believed it if they knew that only a couple of years later, youâd be here!âÂ
The next picture is a magazine cover, Ira gracing the page, her long, blonde hair dancing in the wind, eyes not fully meeting the camera as she smiles. She looks carefree and young, a beautiful blue dress adorning her body, making her blue eyes shine even from a distance. âThis is your mommy. Isnât she so beautiful? Sheâs smart, funny, kind and loved by many people around the world. But no one loves her the way we do!â
You turn the page, a picture of Jungkook standing in front of The West End, bright smile on his face. âThis is your daddy. Heâs really good at his job! Heâs funny, cool and generous. He canât stay still and heâs good at everything he does, first try! We love him a lot.â
Their relationship pans over the years as you leaf through the pages. Ira and Jungkook at the beach, in very many destinations around the world, on Christmas and holidays, with their families and friends, in the comfort of their home and in events and galas. The day they made their relationship official, accompanied by, âit was out of a fairytale!â and birthday celebrations that said, âyour daddy spoils your mommy so very much, weâre kinda scared heâll do the same with you!â as Ira poses in rooms filled with roses and balloons and boxes full of presents.Â
You pay particular attention at a picture of Jungkook and Ira, a selfie that seems to have been taken on film. Theyâre in the kitchen, bright smiles and red, puffy eyes, like theyâd been crying. âOn this morning, your mommy and daddy found out about you! They were a little scared, but so very happy. You filled them with light, Soori. Just look at those smiles! They couldnât wait to hold you â it was going to be nine long months!â
Then itâs all of them, out in the garden, Ira in the middle as they point to her stomach. âAnd on this day we found out about you! We were so happy!! Weâd never seen your mommy and daddy so excited, you had a closet full of clothes already and they didnât even know if you were a girl or a boy yet!â
Ira in an ultrasound, âyour mommy and daddy were so happy to hear your heartbeat for the first time.â
Jungkook kissing her stomach, âdeep down, your daddy always knew you were a girl. Your mommy was convinced you were a boy, though!â
Jungkook and Ira standing in the garden, pink confetti flying over them. âYouâre a girl, Soori Blue!!!!â
The pictures progress with the passing of time, each one with a caption full of hope and love. A picture of Soori as a newborn representing her birth, a carbon copy of Jungkook that makes your heart seize inside your chest. Then pictures of her with her uncles and aunties, their families, Jungkook and Ira, who kiss her each on one cheek in the majority of them. You miss the way Ira smile changes, the way her gaze looks empty after a while. All you see is love, what Soori is truly made of.Â
You blame your next thought on how overly emotional this past week has been, how tumultuously youâve experienced every feeling.Â
âThereâs all types of love, but never the same love twice.â
You wonder if that had been it for Jungkook. If he would ever be able to experience the love he had for Ira again. You wonder if perhaps heâd ran out of love to give and if that was the case, you couldnât blame him. You reach the final page; a picture of the three of them, Jungkook holds Soori in his arms and Ira wraps hers around them. Sheâs looking at him, a smile on her face as they stand in front of the sea. The water is blue and the day looks bright and theyâre perfect. Theyâre love. The real kind, your brain argues. The kind that takes years to nurture, the kind that faces adversities and triumphs. The one that reproduces itself into the most perfect combination of every good thing about both ends. Soori is only a couple of months old but she smiles into the camera and for the first time, you see both Ira and Jungkook in her.Â
~
Youâd placed the photobook right where youâd found it and for the past thirty minutes, youâd been staring at the glass doors that led to the garden, in complete silence, though your thoughts are loud. You donât hear Jungkook come in and itâs only when he sits on the couch next to you that you fully notice his presence.Â
âWhat a fucking day,â he sighs, leaning back into the cushions and closing his eyes.Â
You look at him for a long time, and he doesnât acknowledge your silence.Â
âYouâre home now,â you say, even though itâs not the home youâd want it to be.Â
âYeah,â he looks at you. âHowâs Soo?â
âGood. Sleeping.â
âThank you for staying with her.â
âOf course.â
âIâm fucking starving,â he says, sinking further into the couch, his head turning to face you. âYou hungry? Want some ramen?â
You simply nod and that has him getting up from the couch, hand reaching for yours. You walk into the kitchen together, your fingers entwined in his and the simple act sends electric currents down your body. Itâs funny how unaware you can be about touch until itâs the right personâs skin against your very own, because what you feel right now, you hadnât felt in days.Â
You miss his touch instantly as he moves on to making dinner.Â
âHow was your day,â you ask, because youâre tired of the silence, and youâre tired of putting in an effort at keeping your heart quiet.Â
âLong. And exhausting. Never ending, even.â And Jungkook doesnât mean to whine and complain but then again, itâs not like he was lying. His day had been hell and just when he thought it was over, another problem presented itself right before his eyes.Â
âWhat exactly are you working on right now?â
He looks up at you before he says, âIâm buying land to build a hotel in the Alps.â You canât help but chuckle. âFunny, huh?â
âYour live is unreal to me sometimes.â
He pours water into a pot, placing it over the stove to bring to a boil. He stalls for a minute, remembering where they kept the ramen packets. âYeah, to me too.â
You point to the cabinets behind him, and he gives you a quick smile in acknowledgement.Â
âSo, is that whatâs taking up all of your time?â
âYeah, sort of. Itâs just a lot of politics and strategy. Meeting in the middle and settling and whatnot. Some of these people are so hard to negotiate with, though. They know real estate, but not hotels.â
âWell, Iâd assume not many people do. And Iâd assume what you know, you learned at a very young age.â
âWell, not quite. I wasnât always interested in my field of work, believe it or not.â
âNonetheless, you grew up around it.â
âSo?â
âSo, itâs a privilege that you have access to all of this knowledge. What you know- the way you know it, that canât be taught in a classroom.â
âWell, no. It requires experience.â
Jungkook catches the way you roll your eyes, a huff leaving your mouth as you smile.Â
âWhat?â He says.
âNothing.â
âItâs okay, you can say it.â
You raise an eyebrow in defense. âSay what?â
âYou know, give me the whole nepotism talk.â
âI wasnât going to do that.â
âYeah, sure.â He smiles but thereâs nothing soft about the action. âDinnerâs ready.â
You stand in deafening silence for a minute, eyes on his, like this is the beginning of something you wonât be able to stop without someone getting hurt.Â
âI think Iâm gonna go home. Iâm tired,â you say, turning around and getting ready to leave.Â
âOh, come on.âÂ
And that makes you stop in your tracks, turning so you can face him again, eyes narrowed and lips ready to spit venom if you so pleased.Â
âI donât feel like fighting with you right now, Jungkook.â And you couldâve left it at that, and perhaps it wouldâve been better, but you donât. âOh, wait. I donât have to do that. Because you seem to know what I want to say.â
He walks closer to you and nothing in his face tells you heâs about to extinguish the flames that seem to grow taller between you.Â
âYour poker face isnât all that good, baby.â
âIâm glad my intentions came across clear as day.â
He smiles, eyes diverting from you for a second before his gaze pierces yours once again. You inch closer to him and itâs barely noticeable, scowling back at him. Your blood feels hot and the flame grows bigger, more violent, only the fire gets lost in something else. Something that is only understood the moment Jungkook is pulling you closer and his lips are crashing onto yours in a kiss that makes the warmth travel throughout your body until the whole room is scolding hot.Â
Your lips part but a second as you catch your breaths, chests heaving in sync, impossibly close. You try to find words, form a thought, anything that could leave your lips in a coherent sentence but youâre left with nothing. Blank, red, heat. Itâs all you can think about. Him and his proximity. When Jungkook diverts his gaze from your eyes to your lips, itâs you that crashes your lips to his once again, deepening the kiss as your fingers tangle in his hair. Both his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing at the flesh and he curses the fabric that comes between his fingertips and your skin. He longs to touch you, he longs to have you and his life was starting to feel like a waiting game when it came to you. He didnât think he could go a second longer entertaining it.
He walks you backwards until your back hits the kitchen island, flushing himself to you until heâs pressing you against it. Your hands roam down his body, starting down his arms and up his torso, until theyâre on his neck again and you wrap your arms around it, hugging him to you. His hands travel to your ass, squeezing before heâs picking you up and sitting you on the counter, taking one step closer so he stands snuggly between your legs as they close around him. And you kiss. You kiss with intention but no direction, his tongue parting your lips and meeting yours halfway â sloppy, messy, needy. His hands travel under your dress until heâs squeezing the flesh on your thighs, drawing you closer to him. You loose track of time, not a care in the world but his lips on yours and so does Jungkook, who doesnât realize how much heâs aching for you until your hips are involuntarily grinding against his. His cock jumps and heâs more alert of you than ever, a throaty moan escaping his lips as you repeat the motion.Â
You feel it, too. And some part of your brain tries to tell you that your bodyâs betraying you. That youâre kissing him with the same mouth that holds secrets from him, anger even. But you donât care. Your heart leaps the closer he pulls you in and your skin feels wired with electricity the more the sensation of wanting him begins to take over your body. You want him, you need him, and when heâs so supple for you the way he is now thereâs no way you could deny yourself the pleasure of having him.Â
Your hand begins its descend, squeezing at the nape of his neck, down his chest and toned abdomen, taking a detour to untuck his shirt from under his pants, letting your hands roam inside, feeling his warm skin against them. You feel the way he sucks in a sharp breath, tummy caving in at your touch in anticipation. You smile against his lips and he kisses you harder, palms squeezing your flesh. You finally give him what he wants when your hand closes around his cock, making it pulse against the fabric of his pants. The moan that escapes his mouth borders on a whine and itâs so delicious it has you throwing your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, rejoicing in the little whines that you let out at the feeling.Â
He breaks the kiss, reluctantly removing his hands from your body so he can unbutton his shirt, unable to handle the heavy nature the air has taken around him. You lean back, palms resting against the cool marble of the counter, cocking your head to the side and taking him in. You notice him noticing you, and you donât miss the way he slows down his movements, taking his time all of a sudden, giving you a show. You smile, lip caught between your teeth and you feel the need to close your legs, an impulse reaction at the need of friction. Jungkook notices this, your body jerking slightly, face delirious, eyes desperate and he chuckles. It has bite and attitude, and you raise an eyebrow at him.Â
âDonât get cocky now,â you say, brain short-circuiting when he finally removes his shirt.
âI wonât. Need you too badly to play games right now.â
His words barely register because as soon as they leave him, his lips are back on yours, twice as fervently as before, his purpose clear. You give into him, not wanting to play games either.Â
âI need you to touch me, Jungkook.â
His hand comes down to your breast, squeezing and pulling sweet little noises from you.Â
âYeah, baby?â
Your hands find his waistband, undoing the button of his pants, his zipper following, until your hand is traveling down his boxers and gripping around his cock, making him hiss at the contact.Â
âOh, fuck.â His voice is hoarse, deep. Your hand begins to move, thumb collecting the pre cum before youâre circling it around his tip. He bites your bottom lip as you begin to stroke languidly, applying pressure here and there, teasing him.Â
âAre you gonna fuck me in the kitchen, Jungkookie?â
âYeah. Itâll ruin my mornings forever, though.â
You pout, mocking innocence. âWhyâs that?â
âEvery morning, when I walk in here,â his hands travel under your dress again, fingers toying with the waistband of your underwear. âIâm gonna see you behind this counter,â he kisses you, a gasp leaving your lips as he hooks his index finger down the side of your panties, a soft touch to your skin. âMaking coffee, cooking breakfast.â His middle finger spreads your folds, a soft hum passing his lips when he notices how wet you are. âIn your short little dresses, acting like you donât know what you do to me.â
âI-I donât,â and he doesnât let you finish your sentence. Middle and index finger entering you slowly, eyes on yours as his face grows confused.Â
âYou donât?â
âN-no, mm, Jungkook,â you plead.
âSay please.â
âPlease.â
âYouâre so good, baby.â He kisses you, fingers picking up pace inside of you, finding that spot that has you arching your back for him in no time. âBut you know what?â
âW-what?â Your eyes snap open, silently pleading that he doesnât stop.Â
âI think you do know.â His fingers stop and he smirks when your face falls. Your eyes travel down, following the way his hand wraps around his cock, spreading your wetness all over it. âI think you know exactly what youâre doing.â He pushes your panties to the side before his tip teases your entrance, a moan escaping both your lips in unison. âAnd I think you like it.â He pushes inside of you and you sigh. He thinks itâs sweet, the way you react to him. You feel so good around him. He cups your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours before stealing a kiss from your lips. âDonât you like it, baby?â
âYes. I like it, fuck.â You donât even knowing what youâre agreeing on at this point and you donât care, too entranced by the way his cock stretches your walls so perfectly, hitting it so fucking good itâs almost like he was made for your pussy. And in this moment, Jungkook is sure of it.Â
âShit, baby. You feel so good.â
And sure, Jungkook could fuck you at this leisurely pace for the rest of his life, getting to feel every inch of you until it drove him fucking insane. But he wanted more â he needed more â and the way you were digging your nails in his biceps told him that you did, too. When he pulls away, you whine, narrowing your eyes at him and then rolling them when he simply responds with a, âpatience.â He wastes no time removing your panties, throwing them behind him before he hooks his hand under your knee, bringing your leg up until your foot is resting against the kitchen counter. He starts fucking you again, but harder this time and the angle is so fucking perfect you swear you begin to see stars in your eyes, feeling a bit lightheaded at the feeling. He kisses down your neck again, letting himself enjoy how good you sound, and how good you feel. How good your skin tastes on his tongue.Â
âDonât stop, baby, oh my God.â
And so he locks in the pace, middle finger finding your clit and circling around it until he feels the way your body begins to shake in his hold, pussy clenching around him.Â
âFuck, yeah, baby. Cum for me, ___.â
Your body shakes, moans getting louder as he kisses you and you can feel the way he smiles against your lips. He fucks you slow, letting you come down from your high, kissing you passionately and making your mind go hazy with every touch. Every little thing he does sends your mind into a frenzy and you fucking love the feeling. Your body is completely submitted to him, and you let him do whatever he wants to you. You let him kiss you, you let him hold you when he brings you down from the counter and your legs fail you. He laughs and you shush him and then you let him kiss you again. You let him turn you around, gently push you down until the upper half of your body rests against the cold marble. His legs part yours, hands uncovering you as he pushes your dress up and out of the way. He runs his hands down your body gently and you close your eyes, enjoying the moment, content little sighs leaving your mouth. He plays with your pussy, as he kisses down your back and when you begin to clench around his fingers, he fucks you like this. He goes hard, but he goes slow and he grunts when you throw your ass back, meeting him halfway. He spanks you once, twice, making you gasp and wish you had the strength to go for hours.Â
âIâm gonna cum, baby. God, youâre so fucking hot.â
âPlease, Jungkook- I need it, please.â
And youâre so pliant, so willing to give him anything he wants. So willing to give yourself to him his cock and heart are basically battling for blood at this point.Â
âNngh- Iâm gonna cum.â
You feel his warmth hit your ass, some landing on your back, and it makes you giggle, feeling a tad bit delirious at how ridiculously good that can feel.Â
âTruce?â You look back at him, but heâs too enthralled by the way his cum paints your ass.Â
âMhm,â he musters after a second too long.Â
âYouâre such a boy.â
âAnd you have such a nice ass.â
He cleans you up with his shirt, helping you step inside your panties and even pulls them up himself. When he comes back up, standing in front of you, he kisses you. Not lustfully, not for the heat of the moment, but for something more. Something that says Iâve missed you. Your heart begins to transform into the odd shape itâd been in the past couple of days because all you can think of is how much you loved him right now. How much youâve loved him, even amidst your anger and disappointment. You knew it, your body knew it, and now your heart was angry again.Â
âStay the night,â he says. âWeâll tell Mrs. Chae that you got here earlier. Or weâll sneak you out through a window, I donât know. But stay.â
Jungkook is just trying to be funny, but his words hurt. And you know they shouldnât. You know youâd agreed to take things slow, to let him heal and test the waters but your decisions had made you selfish and right now, you had no way of controlling how much you wanted what you wanted.Â
âI,â you pause, looking into his eyes. âI better go.â
âWhy?â
âI should get home and shower and try to rest before tomorrow. Plus, I donât have clothes or anything here and- Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
Jungkook scans your eyes, trying to find the reason as to why your perfectly logical answer makes him feel so uneasy. But he canât. He canât find it, but he also canât shake the feeling.Â
âOkay.â He kisses you again. âIâm sorry for being a dick earlier. I let my exhaustion get the best of me.â
You smile at him. âItâs okay. Iâm sorry, too. I donât think youâre a nepo baby.â
âMmm,â he plays, making you laugh.
âOnly a little. But I would never say it to your face.â
âOh, youâre so sweet.â
âI am, arenât I?â
He nods, kissing you again. And in that moment, you wonder if youâd ever felt your heart break and fall at the same time.Â
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