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yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight || PUCKERBROS (ft. Gabe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Noah Puckerman ( feat. Gabriel Puckerman )

date & time: September 14, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: Puck's home

warnings: physical fighting between parent and child, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism/drug addiction, bad dad, abusive language (??)

summary: Jake and Puck agreed to having lunch with Gabe mostly to get him to do what he said and give Jake more financial support while he's in school, it turns into a shit show.

word count: 4,610

PUCK was not looking forward to this dinner. First, it took Gabe four fucking plan changes to settle on Puck cooking, his dad's favorite meal, at his place. Which of course just made everything more stressful, but at least Jake would be there. Although, it seemed like Puck was going to have to stop his brother from knocking their father out because there was no way Gabe wasn't going to say something out of pocket that warranted an ass beating. So, maybe that's worse and not better. Guess, he was going to find out. Thankfully, Maya wasn't there, the last time Puck allowed Maya to be there when Gabe was, it didn't go well, at all and ince then Gabe hasn't earned the right to see his grandkid. Going out to the backyard, he brought the seasoned burger patties, "Hey, can you get the plastic cups and shit on the counter and put them on the table out here? Then imma show you how to make a perfect burger." He said to his younger brother, setting the aluminum pan down next to the grill.

JAKE was not looking forward to this at all, but he was glad that they were doing this at Puck's place. Now, if he needed to throw a right hook at Gabe, at least it would be in private, and he probably wouldn't go to jail for it. It was truly a win win in his opinion. But he was going to try to listen to everyone and refrain from socking the man for as long as he could. He'd been outside taking a few thirst trap pictures when he heard his brother's voice. "This is just perfect for you, huh? Trying to get me to cook for myself?" He groaned as he went and grabbed everything from the counter and carried them out to the table, laying them out around the table. "I still stand by my decision of just coming over here for food, or letting all of my queer besties cook for me." He laughed.

PUCK threw a few bratwursts on the grill, laughing as Jake went inside to get what he asked him to. It had been a while since he'd posted a thirst trap and maybe he'd finally grown out of that. Or maybe he wasn't capitalizing on his DILF status enough. Everybody loved a hot dad. He wondered if Morgan and Eva considered him a DILF. As Jake came back out to set the table, Puck smiled as he determined the grill was almost hot enough and he made a mental note to do outdoor cooking more for family dinners. For a moment that's what this felt like, a normal stress free family dinner. Then he looked down at the pan of burger patties he took the time to grind himself, because honestly, his burgers were fucking elite and he didn't wanna hear his dad complain because he 'always takes the easy way out' and that he 'can't do nothing right'. Shrugging, he waved his brother over to come learn a thing or two. "I don't know man, Bree seems like the kinda chick who'd appreciate a man who can cook."

JAKE had been content with spending family time with his brother and his niece, and quite frankly that time had become the only real idea of family he'd ever witnessed. His mom wasn't as bad as Gabe, but she wasn't exactly the most reliable mother either, so what he had here now was much better than anything else. He was livid that Gabe wanted to roll in and disrupt that, but he would at least try to respect Puck's home until the man gave him a reason not to. Walking over and standing next to Puck, he rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Oh please, she's fucking rich. She's probably used to fancy ass chefs cooking for her, not me or that white boy she called a boyfriend or whatever." He scuffed. "Besides, why date some poor ass dude from 'Bama if she expected me to cook for her?" He was sure that Bree was probably just gonna date someone of her caliber now, and he didn't blame her, but he was also trying not to care. "Anyways, why would I learn to cook when you've gotta do it for the world's coolest teenager anyways? It's free food and spending more time with my favorite niece, this arrangement works out better for me."

PUCK turned the brats over on the grill to get some color on the other side, scooting them over so there was room for Jake to put the burgers down. Of course, he'd already explained his charcoal and wood chip mixture, whether Jake was listening or not was another question. "Grab 'em by the paper." He said, picking one up to demonstrate. "Then put it own on the grill and pull the paper away." He scooted over so Jake could do it. "Put three more down." Now Puck was no relationship expert, but he was pretty well versed in what not to do. "People with her kind of money don't give a fuck about material things. They got nice stuff but that's becase they don't know anything else, doubt she even knows how much anythign she's got is. So money ain't gonna satisfy her, and your dick aint th e gist you think it is. But you time and energy, that's shit's priceless so she'll appreciate it. It'll impress her." It was his two cents that his brother didn't ask for, but it was his job as an older sibling to weigh in on shit no one asked him to."I'll still cook for you and the kid, but you're a grown man and grilling a burger ain't hard." He said, as his phone rang in his pants pocked. Of course it was Gabe, he showed the screen to Jake before picking it up. "You here?" he didn't even bother with a hello. "I'm five minutes out." Puck took a deep breath, watching the sausages on the grill turning them again. "Alright, the door's unlocked just come in and come to the back." He instructed. "Make sure my beer is cold." and with that he hung up. "Gabe's five minutes out." he said putting his phone back in his pocket.

JAKE wasn't sure why Puck was ignoring him and insisting on teaching him a thing or two, but he assumed it was just some big brother thing. And who was he to ruin that for him? Groaning, he tried to pay attention to what his brother was doing, nodding along before it was his turn to demonstrate what he'd learned. "This is torture, just so you know." He whined, but he still went ahead and mimicked Puck's actions, putting three more down and doing it exactly as he'd seen. Listening to Puck define how people with money were, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was probably very much true and it annoyed the hell out of him honestly. "You're half right there, but she does care about the money. She won't tell her parents to fuck off 'cause she's worried about getting cut off, so me cooking for her might be nice but she'd prefer the money." He hummed. But that wasn't his issue anymore anyways so he didn't care. "Isn't this what big bros are for?" He decided before the phone rang, and he just rolled his eyes at the mention of Gabe. he just toyed with the food as he let Puck deal with that. Once he ended the call and announced that Gabe was almost there, he groaned. "Fucking great." He muttered. "Does he know you're bisexual?" Jake asked. "Not that I'm gonna say shit, but just so I can be prepared in case he says some homophobic shit and I need to deck him."

PUCK smiled with pride as Jake put those burgers on the grill like a fucking professional. Thankfully, none of this shit took too long to cook, since the brats were beef instead of pork, they were already cooked so they just needed some color and that classic snap when you bite into it. As Jake spoke, it sounded like something he was telling himself, rather than something Bree actually said to him, but they had bigger bullshit to wade throuogh today, so his little brother's relationship problems were gonna have to take a backseat. Something he's sure Jake will be pleased about. I mean, if he's anything like him, talking about feelings and relationships and all of that was not his thing and it usually just made him mad. So he dropped it. "Alright, man, now we gotta flip them." He moved on once he hung up the phone. Getting the grill spatula he made sure Jake was watching before flipping it. "All you." he handed the spatula to the younger Puckerman, before answering his question. "Yeah, he knows. I didn't have some big moment about it or anything, one day he just called me up and was talking about random shit. Then asked if i was seeing anyone, any chicks or dudes." It had been weird and fucking random but probably one of the nicer convos he's had with his old man. "To this say i don't know how he knew, but i didn't deny it, just said nothing serious, then he hung up." Shrugging, Puck took the burgers off the grill to add four more patties and just like that, their Puckerbros bubble was popped. "My two favorite sons, that I know about. One of them sausagues ready for me?" Puck put the finished brats on a paper plate. "They ain't pork are they? Gonna have to stop wearing the star of David if they are." It took a lot not to roll his eyes. "They're beef and beer's in the fridge." Naturally, Gabe went to get the beer. "You good?" He asked Jake while they had a few moments.

JAKE was relieved when Puck didn't comment on the Bree thing again, since he wasn't sure just how long he could handle keeping up his 'fuck her' charade in one evening. Texting her had already been enough to make him falter just slightly, but he couldn't focus on her and Gabe all in the same day so he had to put that aside for now. Nodding when Puck said to flip the burgers, he watched him do it first before taking the spatula and doing it too. This wasn't really hard but that didn't mean he had to like it either. Listening to Puck explain the sexuality thing, he was somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to fuck Gabe up on his brother's behalf for that, which was a great thing for them all. Maybe. "That's good." He nodded just before they were being interrupted by the most hated man of the hour. The man coming in and calling them his favorite two sons made Jake furious, and now he was the one who needed a drink, but certainly not a beer. He watched the older man walk inside before turning back to Puck. "You got any bourbon? Scotch? Whiskey?" He questioned. Anything but a weak ass beer would take the edge off at this point. Gabe grabbed a beer and popped the top off before walking back outside to the table. "Alright, boys, grab some food and come sit down with your pops." The man stated, and Jake glared over at him. "Pops? Man, you ain't been my pops my whole life, so don't try to start that shit now." he hissed, and Gabe just chuckled. "Man, I don't know what's gotten into you kids, but I'm gonna blame your mamas. They ain't raise y'all right." Gabe stated as he dug into his sausage. "Alright, I'm gonna go...inside for a minute." Jake insisted, and he didn't wait for a response before he took off. Meanwhile, Gabe just shrugged it off. "Where's that feisty girl of yours, Noah? I liked her. Did you invite her so I can make her your new step mom instead?" He joked.

PUCK knew cooking wasn't something Jake had any interest in but he appreciated that he was doing it anyway. And he was doing it correctly, which meant his little bro was actually paying attention to him, and quite frankly that shit would've made the older Puckerman tear up if it weren't for the circumstances. But it did make him wonder what life would have been like if he'd always known about Jake, a part of him felt sad for them both that they only just now found each other. But hey, better late than never. The sweet moment was quickly replaced by tension when Gabe spoke, Puck could tell Jake was already pissed and he didn't blame him. Truly their father had a way of acting like every space he was in, he owned. It was fucking annoying, especially at a house Puck built with his bare hands. Fuck, Gabe. "Yeah, in the freezer i got a handle of Jack, get me a triple shot, at least." Puck said knowing that he was gonna need something to help take the edge off. Watching the exchange between Jake and Gabe, it broke his heart to know that Gabe was really this fucking shitty to all his kids. Somehow, he wanted to believe that maybe it was just him and Jake didn't have to hear his bullshit too, but he knew better. Watching his brother go back inside he grabbed a patty and started building his burger, deciding to ignore his father asking after Eva. "You just here to have a new table to get drunk at or you want something from us?" Puck decided to ask, before sitting down accross from his old man. "A man can't just wanna spend a little time with his kids?" Even Gabe laughed at those words. "Birthday's coming up." Jesus fucking christ, is this dude serious? "So what, this lunch is your gift or some shit?" He asked as his dad devoured his sausage and grabbed some fries, washing it down by chugging his beer and opening another bottle. "Don't get a fucking attitude with me, Noah. You're still the same pathetic little boy running around doing dumb shit trynna make other people see you 'cause ain't nothin' about you worth noticin;." Gabe spat out and Puck just sat there staring his father down but not saying anything. "That's what I thought."

JAKE might be interested in this cooking thing if Bree would grow a backbone and stand up to her parents, and then maybe he'd think about wanting to do this for her. Maybe. Not for now though. He did appreciate his brother looking out for him like this though, and maybe life would have been a little better if they'd found one another sooner. He was already over their dad now so as soon as Puck said where the booze was, he headed right back inside for it. Grabbing the Jack, she grabbed some glasses down, filling one for himself before chugging it back. This was about to be a long ass evening, that's for sure. He was trying to quell his over anger but as he walked to the back door and just observed the two. He truly didn't understand their relationship, or why Puck kept bothering, but he just refilled his glass and drank some more as he listened. Clearly Gabe was out of his fucking mind, that much he could tell. But when he heard Gabe talk shit to Puck and his brother didn't say anything back, Jake walked over and sat next to the older Puckerman. "Aren't you a convict? An addict or a drunk? A fucking deadbeat?" He asked, filling up the glass for Puck and pushing it over to him before he refilled his own. "Now you listen, half breed—" Gabe started before Jake waved a hand dismissively. "You're the one who fucked a white woman so me being a half breed is on you, dumb ass. Now, if you want all your teeth to still be in your mouth for your birthday, I'd advise you to watch how you talk to me and my bro." He warned. "And spending time with us ain't free, Gabe, so start writing a check or dropping some bands. I ain't Puck so in case you ain't noticed it, I have no problem beating your ass and kicking you out of here." Gabe was shook that one of his spawn had the audacity to talk to him like that, and he quickly turned to Puck. "Who does this lil punk think he is? You didn't teach him how to respect me?" The old man scoffed.

PUCK didn't know why he let his father talk to him the way he did. If he was anybody else he'd have decked them, fucked their girl or their man, laughed in their fucking face, at least a middle finger would've made an appearence. Maybe it's because he's his father, or maybe it's because this is how he had talked to him his whole life, maybe it's because deep down Puck's thinks he's right. One thing he knew for certain was the voice in his head that told him he was worthless and useless and dumb and unwanted and unlovable, was his father's voice. Just echoed words really. Every negative fucking thing Noah had ever thought about himself since he was six years old, had been embedded in his psyche by his own father. Being face to face with him, hearing it outside of his head was surreal, it left the usually loud and blunt man, speechless. Apparently Gabe read that as respect, which made Puck want to vomit. It felt good to have someone on his side, a voice that never wavered in it's rebuttal of the deadbeat. It gave him some of his confidence back and it felt good to sit up straight in Gabe's presence. "He'd probably respect you more if you did what you said you would and write him a check, give him a monthly allowence. You know, basic ass shit." Puck said knowing his dad wasn't gonna like that. "Now you got yourself a bitch and my bastard, you got balls?" Just llike that, Puck was on his feet and in his dad's smirking face. "The fuck did you just say?" And Gabe's smirk only grew, Puck knew it's what he wanted and he hated to give it to him but, "I said your bitch and my basta- and before he could finish that word Puck's fist was connecting with Gabe's jaw and in slow motion Puck saw the fight in his father's eyes as he lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, elbow shoved into Gabe's neck as his dad kneed him in the ribs.

JAKE didn't know why Gabe was expecting Puck to have taught him to bow down and take his bullshit, but clearly the man was bonkers. He had no idea what life was like in Alabama and how he'd had to learn to defend himself over the years, so backing down wasn't in him. Puck finally talking back and even defending him, to an extent, was a move in the right direction, but he should have expected what played out next. It almost felt like he was watching it in slow motion with the way Gabe said something, and then repeated it when Puck questioned it, and then the next thing he knew was that they were on the ground. "What the fuck?" He finally groaned out once he had time to process that this was happening. He had repeatedly said he'd knock the older man out but he hadn't expected him to have Puck pinned to the ground like this. "For fuck's sake!" Jake hissed before he stepped over and put Gabe in a headlock, tightening his arm around his neck tightly enough to choke him as he dragged him off of his brother. "Who's the dumb ass now?" He huffed as Gabe slapped his arm to tap out. "It's two against one, so unless you want to stay like this all night, you're gonna respect your grown ass sons, got it?" When Gabe slapped his arm again, Jake finally let him go and shoved the man a few feet away. Coughing to regain control of his breathing now that he was free, Gabe slowly stood back up and glared at his sons. "Oh, so y'all standing up for each other now?" He chuckled dryly, and Jake just shrugged. "Obviously. Now, can you write a check — for me and for Puck since he's had to deal with your bullshit for all these years — and then take some food to go?" The older man almost lunged at his youngest (that he knew of) for that, but he just turned to Puck instead. "Isn't this your house? Why is he calling shots around here? He bossing your punk ass around too? Man, I knew you were a little bitch but this is a new low, even for you."

PUCK sputtered as Jake got Gabe off of him, checking his ribs to make sure it wasn't worse than a bruise, but given his breathing was pretty easy he already knew the old man didn't have the strength to break anything. It was oddly cathartic to watching Gabe get choked out, finally he couldn't run that vile ass mouth of his. It was kinda peaceful. But Puck knew it wouldn't last, so he got up as he watched Jake throw their father away from him and Puck moved closer to his brother, moving subtly between them once Jke started speaking again because he knew Gabe might start swinging now that bo had been opened. But instead he reverted to what he always did which was make Puck feel like a pathetic useless little bitch and Puck could feel thirty years of this shit bubbling to the surface. "Why don't you come say that shit with your fists, I'll even let your old ass swing first." Puck said with a smile on his face, stepping a little closer to his dad and of course his drunk ass took the bait. One thing you could always count on with Gabriel Puckerman, he wasn't gonna back down from a fight. As Gabe threw his first punch, Puck easily dodged it. "For a guy who's famous for his bar fights I expected better." He said with a shit eating grin. Gabe didn't like that, and this time he managed to backhand Puck, but he wasn't phased. "My girl slaps me harder than that." He said, spitting the blood out of his mouth from his split lip. His dad had always liked rings. This time Puck didn't wait for Gabe to make a move, in a swift motion he got his arm behind his back and slammed his face into the plate of hamburger buns. But of course Gabe was still trying to fight, but Puck had a good grip on him and leaned down. "Don't make me put you in an ambulance, Gabriel." He whispered hoping Jake wouldn't hear. Once the fight left his father he let up. "I know your geriatric ass got a checkbook, so him him his fucking check and set up his monthly allowance." As his father turned to look at him it was the first time he'd ever seen him look at him like that, with some semblance of respect. "That boss enough for you?"

JAKE was so over this man at this point and she was hoping he'd shape the hell up and stop being a fucking idiot, but of course he had to make this hard. He refilled his glass with Jack and deciding to chug more of it down as his dad and brother went at it again, which was an insanely poor decision on Gabe's part. But hey, it was a show and he wasn't gonna complain about it. Grabbing a burger for himself, he watched Puck smush the other buns with Gabe's face before he picked up an untouched one, tossing his patty between the top and bottom slices and taking a bite. Clearly Puck had some pent up shit he needed to get out with his old man, and Jake wasn't gonna interrupt. H kept eating his burger until Gabe seemed to be coming to his senses as he took his check book out. "Nah, it's just you showing out in front of your brother. I'll let you have it for now. But little half breed won't be around at all times." He scoffed, making a check out to Jacob and adding a few zeroes before he tossed it over to him. Jake rolled his eyes as he picked it up and glanced over it. "Oh, so you do know my name? Shocker." Jake chuckled dryly. "But just so we're clear, I'm gonna be around. Puck and Maya are the only real family I have so if you think you're gonna keep treating my bro like shit, think again. We can kick your ass every time we see your sorry ass if that's what you want." He offered with a smirk, and that only made Gabe even more annoyed but Jake just shrugged at the dirty look he gave him. "We're not expecting you to be a father at this point, but how about you grow the fuck up? Get some help, get your shit together, and at least be better than the sack of shit that's standing here? If not for your kids, do it for Maya." He suggested before he turned to his brother. "Anything else you wanna add, or can I drag him the fuck out of here?"

PUCK honest to Jewish God didn't give a fuck about anything else Gabe had to say right now. Maybe it was the adreneline pumping through him still, or the fact that his dad just looked so pathetic to him now, but the talking down to him thing just wasn't hittin' like it use to. Letting Jake say his peace, Puck just sat his ass down at the table, and poured himself some Jack and downed it. Fuck his side hurt but no way in hell was he letting his father see he left any kind of mark on him. Thankfully he didn't think the backhand was gonna leave a bruise, since Gabe's drunk ass missed most of his cheek, but his bottom lip was definitely a bit fucked up. Watching this man he's been so terrified of his whole life get lectured by his 25 year old son was fucking entertaining. I mean, nothing more humbling than that. Puck made a mental note to contact his dad in a week or so to get the monthly allowence set up for Jake, because unless there's six zeros on that check, it isn't enough. At the mention of Maya, Puck knew he was going to have to figure out what to tell her about my dad's lip is fucking busted and he just wasn't sure he wanted to tell her the whole truth, he was still her grandpa and she loved him. But she was fifteen now, maybe it was time to just be honest. Shaking his head in response, Puck smiled, "I'm good." With that, Gabe grabbed some food and Jake pushed him out and the rest of the day was actually good. They laughed, they ate and for once in Puck's life, he didn't let Gabe ruin shit.

#alcohol tw #alcoholism tw #drug addiction tw #character tag ( noah puckerman )#puck ( ft. jake puckerman )#threads ( noah puckerman )

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puckhq · 2 months ago

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yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight || PUCKERBROS (ft. Gabe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ) & Noah Puckerman ( feat. Gabriel Puckerman )

date & time: September 14, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: Puck's home

warnings: physical fighting between parent and child, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism/drug addiction, bad dad, abusive language (??)

summary: Jake and Puck agreed to having lunch with Gabe mostly to get him to do what he said and give Jake more financial support while he's in school, it turns into a shit show.

word count: 4,610

#alcohol tw #alcoholism tw #drug addiction tw #jake puckerman ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. jake )#°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f

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List some facts about yourself! Don't be shy! :D

OMG ANON... THANK YOU SO MUCH! i hope you always sleep comfy, and nothing ever gets in your eyes!

-> somehow i managed to get through high school in one of the top scholars' programs, become popular, and even have my own fanclub that was recognized by even the principal. it was called "the aya fanclub society" and three of my best friends were the president, queen, and king respectively. ah. those were the days. making even the straightest girls gay for me. i never really dated anyone though? i think i'm just too picky when it comes to relationships, despite everyone wanting a piece of me back then lol. i felt like hannah montana having a double life.

-> i'm a the creme shop fanatic. i love cute stuff and their products are very good on my skin! i often also find them discounted so i can save a little coin. i've never really had a breakout ever since i started using the brand two(ish) years ago. (please do not use their products if you are allergic though!)

-> my favorite shirts ever are this mindflayer shirt i got off amazon AND OFFICAL MITSKI MERCH I GOT AT HER CONCERT THIS YEAR! my older sister spent a fortune, but she was happy i was happy. smiles are worth more than gold sometimes.

-> as a thirteen-year-old i had really big crushes on the dilf type characters from DC. deathstroke. ra's al ghul. vandal savage. lex luthor somehow???

-> my comfort movies are la la land, batman (1989), the aristocats, legally blonde, the wailing, the lego batman movie, heathers: the musical (even though it may not count as a movie), little women (2019), coraline, kubo and the two strings, kiki's delivery service, howl's moving castle, and ponyo. horror/thriller movies always somehow influence my life EOFNORNFCRORNFRK.

-> i actually dislike sweetened drinks. my friends are always shocked when i tell them that. i like my coffee black. i like my tea unsweetened with no milk or anything. one of my online friends said "you not liking sweet drinks goes against everything i know about you" and i think that sums up the effect pretty well. i... also don't really like chocolate or ice cream. sorry.

-> my favorite colors are black, pink, and green! as for my least favorite... yellow, orange, and brown. just... no.

-> i play multiple instruments! electric violin, acoustic guitar (a gift from my late grandpa), and some piano. i also am a black belt in tae kwon do... if that counts for anything o-o

#aya answers #sweet anons #anonymous

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robertsbarbie · 4 years ago

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wait y’all carlosponces was available 👀

#nothing but respect for my favorite dilf #eris: text

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blublublujk · 3 years ago

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it was destiny (3)

part 1 part 2 part 3

words count: 7k

summary: dilfy jungkook and milfy reader settle an agreement

pairing: dilf jungkook x milf reader

warnings: 18+, swearing, alcohol, heartbreak, children i think, fluff??, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, possessive tendencies, praising/degrading, spanking??, biting, blowjob, head (m. to fem.), multiple orgasms, protected rough sex) i hope that is all i forgot >.<

—> m.list

“How are things running at the hotel?”

“They are… running.”

“I hope you’ve been on top of things, Jungkook. I am expecting to be back in a week, if all goes well here in Japan.”

“I have Father, don’t worry about things here. We all look forward to your return.”

“Mhm, I’m sure. How’s my granddaughter?”

“Minsu’s great. Excelling in school, per usual.”

“That’s amazing. Nothing like her Father, that’s for sure.”

Jungkook decides to ignore his father’s words for now. “Alright, thank you for checking in. Things are fine over here, we’ll catch up another time.”

The line immediately clicks, the older man not even bothering to say ‘goodbye’. Jungkook groans, throwing himself in the mess of hotel sheets.

It wasn't usual for Jungkook to spend nights at the hotel— at least not this many nights. He was here to work after all, to make sure all things ran accordingly while his father was out on his business trips. The one he was on ran longer than usual, so Jungkook put it upon himself and took the hotel under his wings. Jungkook didn’t know the first thing about tending his father’s business but he did his best. His father trusted him with that much.

Plus, it was the least he could do.

Jungkook understood perfectly well that he had a daughter back home to work hard for. His Minsu.

Minsu, at times, would spend nights with her mom. Some nights she spent them with her favorite uncle, Kim Taehyung, but most nights Minsu spent her nights curled up beside her father. Jungkook loved Minsu more than he loved life itself; he'd do anything for her.

Like yourself, it wasn’t usual for Jungkook to sleep with a person more than once. Much less, for him to invite that person to spend the night in his hotel room.

That wasn’t until he met you, of course.

Everything Jungkook had once known confused him. He broke his own rules trying to get to you, and you’d let it happen every single time.

Jungkook remembers the words clearly.

Don't come looking after me anymore.

We’re done here.

After having the best sex of his life.

Jungkook also remembers the look you’d give him at the bar. Your body propped up in a position showing your most intimate parts, only for his eyes to see. Those lust filled eyes, forever ingrained in his head. Purposely wetting your lips, nearly begging to be fucked in front of the whole bar.

You were just as desperate as he was.

How could he avoid you if you wanted him just as badly? He never listened to you anyways, he always came back after you and you’d follow him.

The last thing Jungkook expected was to bump into you at his own daughter's birthday party. And Jungkook’s conscience was not going to let that go so easily.

“Daddy,” Minsu calls over the speakerphone, “Mom took me on the coolest sailboat!”

“Did she?” Jungkook can’t help but to smile. “Did you see any dolphins?”

“A million Daddy.” Jungkook laughs. “I wish you had been there.”

He could hear his daughter sigh across the line. There was a stab to his heart, as much as he had wished to be there for his daughter, he respected Seo-ah’s wishes to spend a weekend alone with her daughter. After all, she was there for Minsu whenever she asked for mother. Jungkook liked that about Seo-ah.

Seo-ah was the first woman he’d opened his heart to. The once strangers met in their first year of undergraduate classes. He fell pretty quickly, being that she was beautiful. She was incredibly intelligent. She was the girl of many people’s dreams. Parents loved her, she was the perfect partner in the crowd of a million eyes.

Everyone wanted to date Seo-ah, but she only had eyes for Jungkook.

Seo-ah had the brightest future ahead of her, she was destined for success. Seo-ah dreamed big. Unlike Jungkook, he didn’t dream too much. To be completely honest, Jungkook didn’t even like going to college. He dropped out fairly early in his undergraduate years and Seo-ah kept attending without him.

Everything was going okay for them.

Seo-ah graduated in the top 1% of her university. She then decided that her dreams were no longer in Busan. She moved to Seoul and started her nursing residency there. She fell completely in love with her career. Nonetheless, Jungkook was so happy for her. He started to work under his father, in an attempt to make something of himself. And in that he made great money, money he would have never seen, even if he had finished his studies. Jungkook and his family lived well. Seo-ah benefited from that.

He visited Seo-ah constantly, train ride after train ride, still madly in love with her and she with him. Jungkook spent many nights sneaking into her dorm room, often making love to one another. Sweet confessions were shared into each other’s ears, holding onto each other as if something would pull them apart in any given moment. They loved hard and that same summer they spontaneously decided to get married, planning a long future together. It was perfect.

Everyone envied their love.

Their love was beautiful.

Their love also created Minsu.

And just like every young couple, they were terrified. Even then, it was Jungkook’s most beautiful moment in life. Nothing will ever come close enough to compare to the emotions he felt when Minsu first came into his life.

“Daddy it hurts.” Minsu cried, wiping her filthy hands across her face, leaving trails of dirty stains behind.

“I know princess. This is why we don’t go out without our kneepads on, okay?” Jungkook cooed.

“I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?” Minsu sniffled, disappointed in herself. Tears falling down her face.

Jungkook shook his head rapidly. “I could never be mad at you, my little princess.” He caressed his daughter’s cheeks with so much tenderness, wiping every tear off her precious face. Silently, he promised a million things, but most importantly he promised her protection from anything and everything that could ever harm his daughter. He would do anything for Minsu and he’d work hard to prove that to her each and every day. Minsu was his whole life. “Let’s go get you some ice cream for being such a trooper.”

Then one day everything changed.

Jungkook doesn’t remember how it all started or why it happened. There was a fight, a meaningless fight between him and Seo-ah. He can’t even remember what the fight had been about. But he remembers the words that changed his life forever.

“I don’t fucking love you anymore, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shook his head, he couldn’t even feel the tears dripping down his face, instantly dropping to his knees.

“You don’t mean that, Seo-ah. Please. You don’t mean that.” Jungkook whispered weakly.

“But I do. Jungkook, look at me.” Jungkook couldn’t find the strength in him to look up. He wanted to run away at that moment far, far away, but his legs betrayed him. Jungkook feared that the words ringing in his ears would become a reality. Nonetheless, he looked up with all the strength in the world he managed to gather within the span of a few seconds. “I don’t love you anymore.”

Seo-ah didn’t love him anymore.

Then his world stopped.

Jungkook remembers the ache. His heart felt heavy. He could no longer hear his own thoughts. Words kept ringing and ringing and ringing.

I don’t love you anymore.

Jungkook, I don’t love you anymore.

Jungkook, look at me.

I don’t love you.

Can you hear me?

Jungkook.

He doesn’t remember where things went wrong. It all started with a meaningless fight. A meaningless stupid fight. That was all it was.

“One day my little princess.” Jungkook promised his daughter a happier future, a future where she didn’t have to feel this constant fear of feeling like she was picking sides, a home where she could have it all. The life his daughter deserved to live. “One day.”

One day, maybe even Jungkook could have it all too.

—

“Kook.”

“Mm.”

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Taehyung huffs, chucking a straw wrapper at him. “What’s wrong with you these days?”

Jungkook shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. “Nothing.”

Taehyung scoffs, like he’d believe that. “It’s not ‘nothing’ clearly.”

Jungkook shrugs.

He didn’t know where to start. Jungkook would have to explain everything to him. When he first laid eyes on you, when he first ruined a pair of hotel sheets with you, the moment he realized he was falling for you. Everything.

Maybe he’d also have to explain what he felt first hearing the pretty sounds your voice made. Sweet melodies coming from your lips. Your addictive scent. He swore he could smell and taste you all over him for weeks. Maybe he could start there.

“Just thinking.” Jungkook mumbles.

“I can clearly see that.” Taehyung leans against the bar, arms crossing. “How long have you been seeing her?”

Jungkook blinks. “Three weeks technically.”

Taehyung knew Jungkook better than he knew himself. It was clear when Jungkook had romantic issues going on. After all, Taehyung had been through hell and back with Jungkook. The divorce was not the easiest process for him and Taehyung was there every step of the way.

“I’m guessing you met her here?” Taehyung gestures at the bar, the bar you both knew fairly too well. The bar you both made a second home of.

“Mhm.”

“Where is she now?”

“Dunno.” Jungkook shrugs. “She hasn’t shown up here in nearly a month.”

Taehyung reaches over to pat Jungkook but stops about halfway. Jungkook struggled to express himself and he didn’t want to overwhelm him with so many emotions, instead he let him take care of himself.

“Have you tried calling her?” Taehyung suggests.

Jungkook scoffs into a dry laugh. “You don’t think I’d try that if it were that easy? I don’t even have her number, Hyung.” Jungkook starts picking off a loose string on his sweater, roughly tugging at the material.

“Do you know her name?” Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand in his, preventing him from ruining his clothing any further, giving it a light squeeze.

“Y/N.” Jungkook pauses to breathe. Even saying your name was intoxicating enough. “Her name is Y/N.” Jungkook swallows, looking around the bar, a bit uncomfortable to finally be speaking about you.

“And you met her here?”

“Yup.”

“Is there a reason why you think she’s been gone for nearly a month?” Taehyung prays Jungkook didn’t get ghosted. That this was all a misunderstanding. That whoever you were, he hoped you weren’t just ignoring his best friend for no reason. And that this had all been a misunderstanding.

“She’s a mother.”

Taehyung blinks, clearing his throat. “Ok. And?”

“Her daughter just so happens to be friends with my Minsu.” Jungkook takes a sip of his flavored soda, skipping alcohol today. “You can connect the dots.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “No fucken way.”

“Yup.”

“So what, did you just happen to bump into her while picking up Minsu from school or what?” Taehyung attempts to recreate the various possibilities of events in his head. All chaotic, all hilarious.

Jungkook lowers his head into his arms, scrunching his nose. “She just happened to show up to Minsu’s birthday party, that’s what.”

Taehyung attempts to hold his laugh, Jungkook looks up, shoving him. “Don't you dare laugh at my misfortunes.”

Taehyung then laughs. “I can’t even imagine the look on your face. Oh, I bet it was priceless!” Taehyung says between laughs, clapping at the concidence.

“Yeah, imagine how I felt.” Jungkook mutters. “The girl of my dreams, just casually showing up to my daughter’s birthday party and she just so happens to be the same person I’ve been sleeping with for the past three fucking weeks.”

Taehyung can’t help but be amused. “Girl of your dreams you say?”

Jungkook weakly nods.

“Tell me about her.”

Jungkook struggles to find the words, and it's not that he doesn't have any, he just has too many. He feels his head might explode if he thinks any longer.

“This is going to sound crazy.” Jungkook whines, shoulders dropping.

Taehyung pats his hand. “I’m all ears.”

“She’s amazing, Hyung. She’s beautiful. She makes me feel so many things, I couldn’t possibly begin to describe. She’s great in bed, not that it even matters. Would it be wrong to say I feel a sort of connection with her? Maybe like we were meant to meet each other in the way we did.” Jungkook shivers, maybe he was crazy. He probably sounded insane, but it’s what he felt towards you.

Taehyung takes it in, pursing his lips.

“She’s an incredible mother, she’s patient. She has this sort of attitude that drives me insane. Do I sound like a fucking idiot yet?” Jungkook stresses running his fingers through his curls.

“No. You sound like you really fucking like her though.” Taehyung points out. “When did you start liking her?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook blinks. “She plays hard to get but always ends up coming back. I guess I like that about her.”

Taehyung nods.

“She has a wonderful daughter, very kind.”

“She sounds great. Does she like you back?” Taehyung awkwardly asks, scratching behind his ear.

Jungkook shrugs, mirroring his action. “I think so. We’ve never talked about ourselves like that. But Hyung, this feels different. I know she feels it too, I can’t be the only one.”

Taehyung seems to understand. He sees the desperation set on Jungkook’s face and he almost feels bad, but if Jungkook is feeling this, then you might be too.

“I think you both should talk,’ Taehyung advises, ‘if you see her again.”

Jungkook nods, still a pout on his face. He doubts you’ll come back. It's been almost a month since the birthday party, it was the last time he saw you. What if he’s the only one feeling like this? How could he find you again if he knew nothing about you? Would you reject him?

—

“Alright. Enough for you.” Hoseok pulls your upper half off the bar. A new bar you made home for the past month, but it didn’t feel like home.

No, it would never feel like home.

Home was warm.

“No, ju— just one more puh—pleaseee.” You slurred wrapping your arms around him nonetheless. Hoseok carried you out the best he could, forcing you into his car before you embarrassed yourself any longer.

“But I don’t want to leave.” You pout, pleading eyes.

“Yes, you do. You weren’t even enjoying the drinks anymore. You’ll hate yourself tomorrow.” Hoseok says nonchalantly, dragging your feet inside the car. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

You nod, feeling a bit drunker than you intended. You could feel the alcohol buzzing in your ears, had you stayed for one more drink the outcome would have been horrifying. Hoseok was right, you weren't even drinking comfortably anymore, you felt sick. All that was is a distraction from a more pressing issue. An issue you didn’t want to deal with right now, but needed to.

Hoseok’s car was much warmer than that horrible forsaken bar. It smelled terrible there and the prices were even worse. Nothing was to your liking, but it was far from the last bar. The bar you made a second home of.

The place you first met Jungkook.

Jungkook.

“Hobi, take me to him.”

Hoseok looks over, giving you a hard face. “Absolutely not. You’re drunk.”

You shake your head, shifting closer to him. “He won’t hurt me. I know him, Hobi. You can trust me.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You don’t know him Y/N. You slept with him a few times. That means nothing to me. I won’t allow this, sit back. Hurry up.”

Hoseok was scary mad. So you sat back and collected yourself accordingly. It was the alcohol making you feel this way, it had to be. But, you couldn’t just let this go.

You missed him. You missed his sweet touch. He was always so good to you. He’d never do anything to cause you harm. You had to convince Hoseok of that.

“Hobi, listen to me,’ you begin, ‘Jungkook isn’t the person you think he is.”

“Please Y/N, I don’t think anything of him because I don’t know him. Let it go.” Hoseok’s voice was firm, matter-of-fact even, and he was not going to change his mind any time soon.

“Hobi, please. I’m being so serious right now, listen!” You beg, it's the least he could do, listen.

Hoseok pulls off to the side of the road, turning the car off, face still solid. “Speak.”

You gulp nervously. “Okay, Jungkook, he— he’s different. I know this sounds stupid but he is. Hobi, he makes me feel so good. I know how this sounds but it’s not like that, I swear. He cares for me, I know he does.” You whisper, sounding unsure and sure at the same time. You didn’t understand anything.

“Do you hear yourself, Y/N? You’re drunk and begging me to take you to a stranger. I understand you think you both have some sorta history but this does not mean you know him.” He scolds.

You groan, pulling at your hair. “I know I know. I’m not saying I know him but I do know him well enough to understand he’d never do anything to me. He wouldn’t harm me.”

“Okay, so let’s say I take you to him. How do you know he’s there? What is so urgent that you must see him right now in this state?” Hoseok crosses his arms. Now his face is emotionless, waiting for you to break it to him.

“I just need to see him. It’s none of your business.” You hesitate, crossing your own arms.

“Okay, then you won’t be seeing him today. I’ll take you home and you can see him tomorrow, when you are sober and stable enough. I’m sure you’ll go back to ignoring your feelings anyways, so this is on you. I tried.” Hoseok says, harshly. He turns the car back on again, eyes focusing back on the road. He wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings in any way, but he was tired of seeing you mope about a relationship you weren’t even in to begin with. With a person whose life you didn’t even know. He didn’t care who you dated, he just wanted to see you happy. Happiness is all he ever wished for you and Jia.

Hoseok didn’t know Jungkook nor did he care so much to get to know him, as long as you were happy nothing else mattered to him.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you.” You finally say.

Hoseok turns his attention back on you, a bit shocked you came to senses. “Go ahead.” He gestures.

“I feel I should apologize to him.” You confess.

Hoseok looks confused. “About?”

You start playing with your fingers. “I don’t know, everything?”

Hoseok blinks.

“I– I’ve been ignoring him, well more like ignoring myself. My feelings. He doesn’t ask anything of me and I like that, but he doesn’t deserve to be left in the unknown like this.”

“So, you plan to drop things with him? Officially?” Hoseok asks, curious eyes.

You think. “I don’t know. Maybe start with an apology and see where it goes from there.”

Hoseok nods. “Okay. How will we know he’s there?“

“Jungkook’s always there on Friday nights. He waits for me.”

Hoseok nods again. “Alright, sit back. I’m doing this only because I trust you and please, be safe.”

Suddenly, you felt sober. The thought of facing Jungkook after a month felt so scary. Maybe he didn’t care about this like you did. After all, you both meant nothing to each other. It was just two adults sleeping together. Two adults that almost made love to each other. He was perfect.

“I know. I’ll be okay.” You say, trying to calm his nerves and maybe a bit of your own.

—

Jungkook had been exactly where you expected him to be. He was in his hotel room watching a movie like he did every night waiting for time to pass. Every Friday night, he would start a movie and hope that by the end of it your knock would finally come, but it never did.

Not until today, weeks later.

“Y/N?” Jungkook looked more confused than anything. He didn’t expect you to show up at his door at almost one in the morning. He could tell you’d been out drinking. You looked beautiful, he thought. “What are you doing here?”

Awkwardly, you shifted between your feet. “I don’t know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile regardless. “Come inside, you must be cold.” He opens the door, gesturing for you to step inside.

“Thanks.” You drag your feet, making a seat in his fresh set of sheets.

Jungkook leaves the room then comes back carrying a glass of water. “Here.”

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You take a sip, setting the glass upon his table stand. He takes a seat besides you, giving you enough distance. Preparing himself for whatever it was you had to say.

You look around shifting nervously in place. “I don’t know where to start.” You confess, whispering.

Jungkook shakes his head, he looks absolutely stunning. Jungkook was so easy to like. He was so patient. “Take your time. We don’t have to talk right now.” He pats your shoulder in support.

He always knew what to say and what to do.

This killed you most.

“No we should. I— I have a lot to say.”

“Okay. Go ahead.” Jungkook almost looks scared. Like if he’s afraid to hear the words that will come from your mouth. He wipes his sweaty palms against his jeans. You don’t like seeing him like that, you would never hurt him.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Jungkook’s dumbfounded.

“I didn’t mean to leave for so long.” You explain.

Jungkook shifts in his own seat, wetting his lips. “It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.” Jungkook was so kind.

“I know. But, I’m still sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” You say, your hand tugging the sheets below you. “Did you wait for me?”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear his response. Though he should mean nothing to you, he did mean something. You just weren't sure what it was that you felt towards Jungkook. You felt stupid.

“Yes.” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to reply.

“Why?”

Jungkook feels his face get hot. “I— I don’t know.” He stammers.

Jungkook hates his answer, but speaking to you was much harder than he thought it would be. He didn’t want to lose whatever it is he had with you. He felt something and he knew you could feel it too.

“Then, I’m sorry for making you wait.” You whisper apologetically.

“It’s okay.” Jungkook's voice is so soft, calm. A gentle smile sets on his face.

Warm.

“I really like having sex with you.” Your own eyes widen at your choice in words. What the fuck did you just do? You didn’t mean for that to sound the way it did. But, you couldn’t think of any better way to confess to him, especially in that exact moment. Maybe, you both could have each other in different ways. Ways that didn’t involve committing so easily. You couldn’t imagine keeping up with a relationship right now and maybe you feared rejection, so you decided to lead with that.

Jungkook didn’t seem bothered however. You were lucky Jungkook was so similar to you. Nothing you could say could bother him.

His smile widening. “I really like having sex with you too.” His fingers find yours on the bed, brushing against them lightly. “Is that all you came to say?”

You didn’t know how to answer. “Uh— yeah. No.”

He blinks, letting you continue your thoughts.

“Well yes. I just— I don’t want to stop seeing you and I totally understand if you aren’t into that you know, being that you have a daughter, responsibilities, I mean I understand you since I’m in the same position but I—,” you ramble but Jungkook’s lips cut you off, carefully pressing softly against yours.

You close your eyes for a second enjoying the moment, but he pulls off too soon. You wish you could live that moment a million times.

“Okay.” Jungkook says.

“Okay? That's it?” You question, still in shock. You could feel his sweet chapstick tingling on your lips.

He nods. “I want to keep seeing you too, in whatever way you allow me.”

“Okay.” You nod. “Then, that’s all, I guess.”

“Okay.”

“We should set some boundaries.”

Jungkook seems confused once again. “Boundaries?”

“Well, if we are gonna be sleeping together, there should be some set boundaries.” You reiterate.

“Okay.” Jungkook agrees. “You can start.”

“Okay. We should always use a condom. You go.”

“Done. Um, I don’t really think I have any boundaries. You can go.”

“Okay. I think we should keep meeting here. Sleeping at each other’s houses seems too… domestic.”

That hurt Jungkook a bit. Maybe he wished your relationship was a bit more domestic. After all, Jungkook knew he felt something more for you than usual, but if this is what it took to keep seeing you then he was willing to adapt.

“Okay.”

“Okay. You should take my number down.”

“Oh— oh yeah okay.” Jungkook reaches over to his table and picks up the device. His lockscreen being a picture of him and his daughter, they looked well dressed as if they had a special event to attend. Jungkook and his daughter were smiling ear to ear, cheek to cheek. “Here.”

You smile, rapidly typing in your phone number and sending a quick text to your own. “There. Now, I have yours too.”

He nods, a ping shortly follows coming from your phone. “Now what?”

“Now, we text each other. You know, whenever we are in need. If we are both willing and able then we meet up, have sex, and leave like usual.”

Jungkook nods. “Okay. Then, I have… one condition.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“Don’t run off like you usually do. You can take your time. I’ll clean you off, we’ll talk and then you can leave.”

“Talk?”

“Mm, about anything. Just talk to me.”

“Fine.” You sigh. “Anything else?”

He shakes his head, his hair following the movement. He was breathtaking, you got so lucky, you thought.

“Good. I should go.” You stood up, taking your belongings with you. “I’ll call an uber.”

“No need. You’ve been drinking. I’ll drive you home.” Jungkook puts on his slides following close behind you.

“No. This was enough.”

“It's just a ride, Y/N. If after this you don’t want to accept a single ride from me then fine, you can find your own, but I won’t allow you to go out like this, especially alone.” Jungkook looks at you with caring eyes.

He was so sweet, so good to you.

He couldn’t be real.

“Okay.”

He took you home that night. And it wouldn’t be the last time he did.

—

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, did I interrupt? I texted you.”

Jungkook looked down at his phone, he was busy doing paperwork and never got your ‘you up?’ text in time. “I wasn’t on my phone. ‘M sorry.”

“Oh. Sorry. I can leave.”

“No.”

You look up at him, he looked ready to devour you just in the matter of a few seconds.

Jungkook pulls you in by your waist into his room, something he was already familiar with, shutting the door behind you. His lips found purchase on your quickly, taking your breath away almost instantly.

You and Jungkook promised over text to meet each other at least twice a week to fulfill both your needs. Already too quickly, the compromise was broken. You both didn’t care though. It had been the third time this week you saw him. Slipping away during lunch, coming late nights, any free time you had was spent aside Jungkook. It was perfect.

“Jungkook.” You breathe out in the middle of the kiss. It was crazy how different every time felt with him.

“Mm.” His voice vibrates into your mouth, biting your lip softly. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

You giggle into his lips. “Jungkook.”

He pops off your lips, raising his eyebrows. “Yes baby?” His hands cradling the back of your neck. You didn’t like when Jungkook held you like that, it all felt too… domestic. Or maybe you did like it, a little too much.

Ignoring your own feelings, your hands wandered Jungkook’s body, squeezing his waist. “I had a very rough day at work today.”

“You did baby?” Jungkook's eyes go soft.

All too domestic.

But you loved every second of it.

“Mhm.” You hum, stealing a peck.

“I’ll take care of you baby.” Jungkook promises, leaning in to kiss you once more. This time, it was more intense than before. His hand tracing your back pushing you harder against his front. He wanted to feel you everywhere.

His hands soon found the back of your thighs forcing you to jump into his arms. His tongue toying against yours, driving a whine out your lips.

You break the kiss following his sharp jaw with your lips kissing him just how he liked it. Jungkook’s legs found the bed dropping you both into it, letting you stay on top of him.

“You smell so fucking good, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, your tongue licking his neck biting it sweetly. “Mmh. You’re so needy. Was the past nights not enough?”

“Nope.” You deliver one last peck before moving back to his lips devouring them like they were your only source of oxygen left. Jungkook’s hands traveled all over you, before finding a tight grip on your ass pushing his hips against yours. You soon started to mirror his movements feeling him grow harder against you. A gasp slipping from your lips, feeling his palm smack your ass.

Jungkook broke the kiss this time, careful when flipping your back onto the mattress. Jungkook was aching to see you completely bare underneath him, as if the past few days you both hadn’t made more than enough time for each other’s pleasure. Jungkook was just that good. This had been the best deal of your life, maybe one day you would regret or he would, but not now.

Jungkook stripped you out from your clothes, his eyes tracing every curve. His mouth came down to lap around your tender nipple, the bud hardening against his sinful tongue. You couldn’t help but whimper as he tugged at it gently.

He placed a hand on your hip. “Don’t be quiet, let me hear those sweet sounds.” Jungkook rasps.

Then his hand came up taking your other hardened bud between his fingers making sure neither side was unattended, you were everything but quiet.

You were quick to learn everything about Jungkook. Even before the agreement, he was very obvious about what he enjoyed and you liked that he wasn’t shy to do what he pleased. Whatever he wanted, he took and you did the same, feeding off each other’s desperation.

Jungkook left his marks around your tender flesh burying his face between both breasts. He definitely had a thing for them.

“Jungkook.” Your voice was weaker than you’d like.

He looked up, lips parted, catching his breath. “Mm?”

“Lay down.”

Jungkook did just that.

“So fucken needy.” Jungkook hissed, watching you tug his sweats down along with his briefs. His cock sprung out already hard smacking his abdomen, swollen at the tip. You savored the sight.

You took his length in your hands, wrapping your tanty fingers around it. Your mouth came close to it before spitting on his sticky tip.

“Did you just spit on my dick?” Jungkook breathes out, eyes blown out.

“Mhm.” You nod innocently.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Jungkook nearly growls, cock twitching as your hands start pumping his length.

You take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his pretty dick. You hummed at the salty taste, he was fucking delicious.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” Jungkook shivers, wetting his lips as he watches you take him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. Your spit started dripping down your lips down his length, every time you came up to the crown of his head. “You suck my cock so well.”

Your eyes started watering as you swallowed him whole, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jungkook buckled his hips forward feeling your warm mouth around him. He started to chase his own orgasm, gripping the back of your hair pushing your head deeper. Then thrusting his cock faster into your wet mouth.

His lips parted, leaving out breathy moans. “Oh, fuck. I’ll come like this.”

Hands pumped him faster, sucking around his swollen crown, taking your time with it. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he was so close. And it didn’t take long.

His breath hitched watching you pump his essense down your throat, swallowing every last bit of that salty taste. “Just like that, oh fuck baby.” Jungkook whimpered, rolling his head back.

Catching his breath, Jungkook pulled you back on top of him, tasting himself between kisses. “Such a good little slut. I’m gonna fuck you so good. Okay baby?”

You nod desperately tugging at his messy curls biting his bottom lip with purpose. The problems you once had at work seemed like nothing. Now, all you could think of was Jungkook’s cock buried deep within your legs. He was all that mattered.

Jungkook patted your side. “Lay down for me. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You always did what you were told. Jungkook was good at many things, but he was even better at eating you out. Always taking his time with you, leaving your legs shaking for hours. Nothing could compare to the way he made you feel.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time. His mouth attaching to your dripping folds almost instantly.

“So fucken wet and I haven’t even done anything to you.” Jungkook murmurs. “You want my cock that bad?” Jungkook purrs against your clit, flicking it at a vicious speed.

You throw your head back, face flushed. “Nnghh. Fuck. Yes.”

Jungkook softly bites your nub forcing a strangled moan out of you. “Answer me cockslut.”

“Yes, I do. I want your cock so fucking bad. Oh.” You moan desperately, his tongue soothing the bite lapping your sweet juices into his mouth, burying his nose deep within your entrance.

“Good girl.” He rasps, not bothering to come off your pulsing clit.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna come.” You whine, feeling his nails dig deeper into your thighs while he devours you furiously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Come all over my tongue, baby. Always so fucking sweet.”

Almost immediately after your legs buckled reaching your climax, dripping right onto his tongue. “Fuh—fuck Jungkook fuck. Nghh.”

He made sure to clean up with his tongue fairly well. Finally, coming back up to peck your parted lips. You felt yourself drop deeper into the sheets already feeling lightheaded. Only Jungkook had the power to leave you feeling this way.

“Tired?” Jungkook asks, doe-eyes softening.

You definitely weren’t going to leave this hotel room without fucking him. Your throbbing needy pussy would never forgive you.

You shook your head, propping back up. “No, fuck me.”

Jungkook laughed against your throat pressing an open kiss behind your ear. “Anything you want.”

Jungkook quickly reached over to find his box of condoms tearing it instantly, fitting the rubber tightly around his length. Your legs, already spread out for him.

He took his cock, placing it at the beginning of your entrance, slowly pushing himself in, not once taking his eyes off. Almost synchronously, you both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Uhh— fuck, Jungkook you feel so good.” Sweet melodies left your lips, Jungkook then snapped his hips forward fucking deeply into you. “Fuckkk.”

His hair started to stick to his forehead, sweat dripping down the sides of his face, fucking you exactly like he originally promised.

His hands gripping behind your thighs forcing them apart, setting a brutal pace between your legs. His own moans dripped from his lips. “Ughh. Such a tight little cunt.” He sneers.

You swallow audibly, dropping your head back against the sheets, feeling the ache between your thighs growing. “Fuh— faster Jungkook, right there.”

Jungkook increased the pace, hitting right against the sweet spot between your walls. His lips teasing right below your neck, pressing his lips against it.

Jungkook felt like he could fuck you forever.

“You like that baby?” He pants, desperately pumping himself into you, his thighs smacking the back of your thighs.

All you could do was nod. Jungkook knew he was fucking you well, he didn’t have to ask. But now that you knew his name, he would love to hear you use it often and loudly. Jungkook had possessive tendencies during sex, it was a curse and a blessing in disguise.

Jungkook smacked the side of your ass, barely hard enough to leave his handprint. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good. Let me hear you.”

The only response that came from you was shaky gasp, Jungkook was fucking you so good. Shoving his big cock frantically into your needy cunt, he was fucking hungry. His eyes filled with lust, making you feel all of him.

“I asked you a question.” Jungkook grunted, feeling your warm walls pump his cock deliciously. “Answer the question baby.”

You don’t even remember the stupid question right now, feeling intensifyingly close to your high. “Hm?”

“Who’s fucking you this good, huh?” He rasps, forcing your face to make direct eye contact with his.

“You Jungkook, you.” You breathe out, fucked completely. You gave up trying to fight how badly you were enjoying this. You wanted Jungkook to make you forget everything. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

The answer obviously satisfies him enough to buckle his hips faster into yours, your legs trembling underneath him. You were frantically moaning, reacting to his every move.

“That’s right baby.” Jungkook kissed your cheek softly, making you melt, your face was burning up. “Say my fucking name.” His voice is possessive, needy almost. “Uh, I could fuck you forever.”

“J— Jungkook Jungkook, oh fuckkk.” Your moans started to grow louder, you were so fucking close.

“I can feel you. You’re so close, baby.” Jungkook moans as you wrap your legs around him tightly, begging him to stay inside you. “That’s it baby, come on this fucken cock. Mark it yours.”

“Oh fuh— fuck, Jungkook. Fuck.” You came completely undone, losing your vision instantly, your back arching with every given thrust. The pleasure between your legs felt so intense and Jungkook fell close behind you grunting as he pumped the last of his seed inside the condom.

Both of you came crashing down, Jungkook falling close to your side, catching his breath. You actually enjoyed cooling down with him more than you’d like to admit. It felt nice being cared for after sex, even if it took him a whole five minutes to get up. You actually enjoyed it. He always made sure to get you whatever it was you needed. Jungkook was just too good at everything.

“You okay baby?” Jungkook coos after leveling his breathing. He took the filled rubber off, disposing of it.

“Mhm.” You answer weakly.

Jungkook laughs, fondly, his nose scrunching.

You liked that so much about Jungkook.

Jungkook was so beautiful.

“I’m sorry baby. Let me clean you up.” Jungkook left and soon came back with a wet rag, wiping carefully around your sensitive flesh. “You feeling better?”

You nod. “I’m sleepy.”

“We can nap before I take you home?” Jungkook already knew your answer to his suggestion.

“No, it’s okay. Let's talk now?”

Jungkook nodded, not pushing it.

That night you guys talked about your first time getting a job and what that was like.

To your surprise, you found out Jungkook’s first job was delivering pizzas. His boss would promise him that his pretty face would bring him a lot of money, which it did at the time, but not for long before regulars stopped tipping. You also found out how much Jungkook loved eating cheesy pizza even after working there for two years. You couldn’t even imagine a man like him working in such a place, he was just like everyone else.

Jungkook was not at all surprised to hear that your first job was babysitting. After seeing a glimpse of your relationship with your daughter, he knew you were a wonderful mother. He didn’t question that one bit. Jungkook grew fonder of you that night as he did every other night he spent by your side, and you of him.

Talking with Jungkook was never boring and it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be.

Jungkook made things feel so easy, life was simple.

It was easy to get used to.

Warm.

a.n: i'm so sorry this is so late :} i hope this update makes up for how late i was thank you for the support <333

#jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years ago

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Oh my God, someone who writes about my current fixation, I love it (and you, you're awesome)

May I please, please, request a Doc Ock (either TSSM or 2004 movie) X fem!reader that's his lab partner, and while they work the have this Playlist going, and there's one specific song they have to take a break from working and dance with each other? (You know, get the blood flowing again, talk to another person, human contact, pine over the other, the like) (I'm thinking they either tango or waltz together, not alone)

They both obviously like each other, but too either shy or stubborn to say anything. So the dancing gives them both an outlet, a way to fantasize the life they would have together.

(Probably better suited for a Doctor Octavius than a Doc Ock)

(If you can't work with this, feel free to delete, no pressure, I get it)

(Again, you're awesome, ily)

(Also, where did you get your DILF hunting license? I've been doing it under the table for years, would love to go legit)

stoppppp you're too kind~~~~ i love you too anon <33 i gave you some mutual pining with TSSM otto for this bad boy. and i know you didn't ask for it, buttttttt...... i made the playlist for you on spotify!! it helped me write ngl. and about my dilf hunting license, you have to be at least 16 to take the test and get a permit and you have to get a psych eval done issued by the state to ensure that it isn’t just daddy/mommy issues, but if you pass then you’re good to go ;)

Soft Rock Mix ||tssm otto octavius x fem.reader

word count: 1232

summary: Work breaks are healthy. It's important to get up and stretch every so often! Dancing with someone could be a good way to get your blood flowing again... especially if you've been crushing on them for years.

trigger warnings: none :)

“Don’t worry about Osborn.” She frowned. “He’s just… rude.” A reassuring hand rest itself on his shoulder. Otto looked up at her and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. “I-It’s nothing. I’ve dealt with it for nearly 20 years. A-After all, I’m getting paid, aren’t I?” He slowly let a smile hint at his lips, causing her to guiltily smile in response and look back ahead of her. “You do a pretty darn good job here, Doctor. I just wish you were treated with the respect you deserve.” Taking open strides to the radio sitting on an open desk not far away, she plucked a CD from the sleeve book. It had “soft rock mix!” written neatly in sharpie on one side. Otto turned back to the work table, a now-lifeless actuator layed in a straight line in front of him. He heard the first chords of Bennie and the Jets begin to hum inside the lab and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, his cheeks warming.

The Soft Rock Mix was Otto’s favorite. It was one that he always found himself nodding his head to no matter how he was feeling. His assistant knew him well, though, that was to be expected after nearly five years of working at his hand. Otto pulled a welding mask over his face and burned the connectors together inside of the arms. Yn shuffled back to the table of her own and continued working. Osborn typically left a negative wake after any visits to the laboratory, but ever since Yn began to work with Otto… each time became a bit more bearable. A soft hum playing at her lips (she’d heard this mixtape many times now), she let her head nod in rhythm with Elton John’s keyboard. Her fingers danced across her own, less musical keyboard, typing out the progress report that Osborn had so desperately desired.

“. . . The work shown by Doctor Octavius and Doctor Ln -”

no, no… that’s not right. Click click click click click…

“. . . by Doctor Octavius will be listed here in full detail, as follows.”

Her back ached, as did most Oscorp scientists’, but with a deadline to be met for a full report that very night, there wasn’t much else she could do other than slump over and get it done. It always eased her, however, to look up and see her superior gently swaying to the mixtape he somehow never seemed to grow old of. If it hadn’t meant so much to him, she probably wouldn’t ever bother with it. He tapped his foot following the beat as another song she’d memorized faded out, and the gentle synth signaling the beginning of Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face poured in. Catching her attention, Otto swiftly walked to the radio and turned the volume up a bit. When he turned back around, he was grinning from ear to ear until he caught her humored gaze. He quickly flushed red and shrunk down a bit. “No, no! Don’t back down now.” She giggled, standing up from her computer chair and popping her back. “Here, may I?” She approached him gingerly and took his hands. “Wh-What??” His cheeks burned a bright crimson and she led him to an open spot in the laboratory.

She intertwined her fingers with his own and began breathing her breaths a bit quicker. Otto was at a complete loss, only able to follow her lead as the two of them ambled along into a sort of waltzing position. “Know how to dance?” She asked him, beginning to sway before giving him the chance to answer her. Luckily for her, he did! A gushing stuttering mess, he gently moved his feet in time with hers as the spun around the floor, labcoats flowing like expensive tailcoats and ballgowns. Otto couldn’t help but look at her hands which graced his own with their touch. Her skin was cold and soft, fingers slipping between his with delightful comfort and simplicity; though the feelings shared were anything but simple.

“You’re pretty smooth, Doctor!” She giggled, him revelling in her praises. “O-Oh, stop that.” He murmured, shying his gaze to the floor with a bashful grin. She pulled him a bit closer and softly nudged his chin up to look at her, and when he looked up once again he could have sworn he had seen the most genuine, loving glint in her eye. Maybe it was just the lights from the tanks full of acid or the flashing of buttons from panels on the wall, but the colors melted together into a visual cacophony that filled his heart so full he couldn’t help but let it spill back out; in the form of a soft gasp. “Everything okay?” She asked him, startled. “Y-Yes…! I-I’m… Everything’s perfect.” He stumbled in his words trying to piece together fragments of what he truly wanted to say. Her lips curled into a soft unconvinced smile, but she shook her head and dropped it. “A-Are you a fan of Billy Idol, too?” Otto asked her, desperately scrambling to fill the silence his catastrophic slip-up had left behind.

“I only know him thanks to you.” She replied, moving her hand down to his shoulder. She wondered, fruitlessly, if he liked to dance at home as well. Would they dance together like this if they lived together? Able to take him by the hands and waltz around the kitchen whenever they wanted, wearing whatever they wanted. They wouldn’t be confined by labcoats and nametags and button-ups and slacks. There would be no need for closed-toe shoes or long socks. Only pajama pants and t-shirts and maybe some house shoes if the tile felt particularly chilly that evening. The idea of living with Doctor Octavius made her face grow red and her smile reach her teeth in a shy recoil. “W-What are you smiling about?” He allowed himself to laugh with her as they swayed, meeting her gaze in the dim light of the buzzing LEDs. “You’re just a lot of fun to be around. Did you know that?” She quickly responded, completely avoiding the topic of her thoughts. The two had much in common. Otto’s eyes felt half-lidded after the compliment. “F-Fun? I-I wouldn’t say that. I’ve n-never been very fun. Y-Y-You, h-however…” Unable to complete his sentence, he trailed off in hopes she could connect the dots herself.

“Fun is ambiguous. I think you’re fun just the way you are.” She said, smirking down at him. “W-Why are you so insistent on flustering me…?” He said breathily, hardly able to stand on his own two feet. She spun around under his arm and grinned. “Because it’s fun.” She let her hands slip from his and she returned to her desk as the song faded away in a dwindling murmur of synth chords. Otto watched her as she took the same, long strides back to her chair and he couldn’t help but look upon her with the most fervent of admiration. Being honest with himself, it was more than that. There wasn’t one word he could think of to really explain how he felt about her, and so he stuck to what he typically did. He shuffled bashfully back to his workbench and picked up his torch again. Late nights were late nights, of course; but with Yn around? Like Osborn, they became a bit more bearable each time.

chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ybkayley/691215016131706880?source=share

#doctor octopus x reader #x reader #doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octopus #otto octavius #marvel x reader #otto octavius x reader #tssm x reader #the spectacular spider man #tssm doc ock #tssm doctor octopus

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soft4gguk · 3 years ago

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to build a home | chapter two

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. eventual smut

word count: 8.8k (y’all still need context but introduction to oc! and her super cool best friend I’m growing emotionally attached to)

warnings: angst. more angst. swearing. more crying baby </3. and more crying jungoo </3. also, jungkook’s an asshole (im sorry ok my mans is going thru it can u blame him). but! jungkook best dad. mentions of alcohol. mentions of abandonment. that’s pretty much it. last one was too heavy.

author’s note: hi <3 first of all, i wasn’t really expecting my little (sad) story to get half of the attention it’s getting so i want to make sure i come in here and say thank u from the bottom of my heart if u took your time to read it and/or leave nice comments. you’re the best. now, getting to the juicy stuff – hi. this was a handful and im sorry but also im not??? this chapter introduces new characters that were so much fun to write and also our sexy nanny oc queen!! i almost almost blue balled u and left their first meeting / thoughts on one another for the next chapter but i honestly got so excited about it i couldn’t do that to yall. jk has no idea tho. his heart still hurts its been two minutes be patient w him. but the very last paragraph… yeah. thats all im saying. anyways ENJOY <3 xxxxx

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Texts in bold + italic resemble a recollection of past events.

Chapter Two

You love Saturdays, not afraid to fall into the cliché that coincides with pretty much 99% of the population that looks forward to the weekend. But Saturdays feel different. And here, let me throw in another cliché – they only get better the warmer the weather gets. A Saturday and summer type of person? Predictable. But you’re not one to shy away from clichés. You’d be out of a passion and perhaps have grown to hate your degree, making your four years of higher education exceptionally tedious. You’re diverting, though. Point is, you’re not afraid of being a little predictable in the name of a good cliché.

You woke up this morning and the smell of freshly baked goods had you jolting out of bed. The mornings are still chilly and you keep making the mistake of heading straight to the kitchen barefoot. Excitement usually has you making it in four to six strides and that’s all it takes to be embraced by warmth again. Your kitchen is tiny and the oven does wonders at keeping it in a steady cozy degrees Celsius.

“Good morning, lover.” Lucy’s sweet voice adds to the warmth.

Roommate, best friend and future pastry school graduate – the pet name you two share fits her like a glove. A human being so sweet people stick to her like flies often do to sticky, yummy forgotten treats. Her graduation is coming up in a couple of weeks so she spends her weekends diligently perfecting recipes. You are able to bask in the benefits as her personal guinea pig. And it’s never bad so you gladly comply.

“It is indeed, lover.” You return. She laughs, placing a scone in your hand. It’s plain but nothing about it feels so when you take a bite. “What do you even put in these? Crack?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” She exclaims, pointer finger in the air for dramatic effect. “Here, coffee – freshly brewed so you better not-” but before she can continue, you’re already burdening her existence, a handful of ice cubes falling into the drink she’d poured in your favorite jar.

“Sometimes it’s better to apologize than to ask for permission?” You look at her sweetly, feigning innocence.

“You are stripping my perfect scones of flavour by numbing your tongue with all that ice, ___!” She whines, making you laugh.

“Wait ‘til you see how I lather it with cheap, synthetic strawberry jam.”

“I give up on you.”

“No, you don’t.” You say, big smile plastered on your face. She smiles back.

You sit opposite her, propped up on a stool before your little kitchen counter and watch her work as you reap the benefits.

“You know… I have a good feeling about today. Today’s the day. I just know it.” She tells you.

“You think I’m breaking into the corporate world on a Saturday?” You ask, incredulous but humour lacing your tone.

“Shut up. You don’t even want in the corporate world,” she begins, eyes still glued to her scones, “just… keep your eyes open. You never know.”

“Will do.”

With eyes wide open, you make sure they’re glued to the half a dozen of children spread around the kid’s section of your local library. Saturdays are good because of scones and the undivided (although at times a bit disperse) attention of your very enthusiastic book club of keen readers aging from 4 to 6. Best age to start if you do say so yourself.

Today’s pick is Julián Is a Mermaid and it seems to be sparking a fairly good discussion within your avid readers.

“I want to be a mermaid.”

“Well, you can’t. it’s a book. Miss ___ say’s its fiction.”

“Miss ___ says we can be whoever we want as long as we’re kind.”

“Yeah, but mermaids don’t exist!”

“Okay, okay! Eyes up here. Let’s discuss calmly.” You break the discourse, even though you were secretly enjoying it. “Although it is true that this is a work of fiction like Seojun says, we can be whoever we want, like Kisoo says. In this case, Julián being a mermaid is simply a fun way to let us know that. We prefer fun stories, don’t we?”

They all break into a cheer, affirming that yes, indeed, we prefer fun stories. You give yourself a mental pat in the back. Good saves are a talent you’ve learned to master with little kids who oftentimes lack a filter. You wish you could be like that at times. Bold but soft and (most often than not) kind.

The clock on the wall nears 12 o’clock and you close the book in your lap, turning once again to the kids.

“Okay, kiddos! Did we have fun?” Your question is received by yet again another burst of cheers. You giggle. “Are we looking forward to having even more fun next week with Duck Rabbit?” Another cheer, this time louder. You feel like a Rockstar. “That’s what I like to hear. Okay. You guys can play, draw or have some free reading time until pick up.”

They disperse, gathering in little groups or finding various interests around the colourful play section surrounded by high shelves heavy with more books than you can count.

You engage into brief conversations with the parents as they reunite with their overly hyper children, swarming them with detailed recounts of their participations for the day, their favorite parts of the story and loads of bold ‘I want to be a mermaid!’ statements. That’s usually your queue – you’re not one to break a heart with the harsh truths of the world.

There are only two kids left, quietly sat in one of the small tables, fully invested in their drawings.

Your eyes divert to the window and you see Dae’s mom. A pretty brunette that, if you didn’t know better, would be convinced she’s the ripe age of twenty-three, just like yourself. You’ve actually found yourself looking forward to your small talk with her during pick up – time and time again making sense of Dae’s sweet and light-hearted personality through his mom.

You walk over to the little boy, kneeling in front of him. “Hey, Dae…,” you say softly, not wanting to disrupt his focus.

“Whaff?” He replies, turning to you slowly, one eye still glued to his drawing. You melt at the slight lisp he gets sometimes when he’s a bit distracted.

“Look who’s here.” You say, and right that moment his mom makes her way through the doors.

“Mama!” He all but screams, voice so sweet it sounds gooey, making you melt.

“Ahhhhh, hi baby! Did you have fun? We missed you so, so much. Daddy’s next door getting you donuts.” Mai says, knees coming to hit the ground as she wraps the little boy in her arms, a mischievous smile at the mention of sweet treats.

“Donuts?” It’s the only thing Dae can grasp from her sentence.

She laughs. “Yes, but only after lunch, okay? We’re going to grandma’s today, remember?” he nods, excitement written all over his face. Only now do you notice just how much it resembles his mother.

Mai gets up from the ground, sending Dae off for his backpack before she turns to you, smiling.

“___, you make his Saturdays so magical. My husband is considering never taking him to Disneyland again.” She says, earning a laugh from you.

“Please, don’t let me be responsible for that.” You tell her, light chuckles still leaving your lips. “They make my Saturdays magical, too.”

Dae makes his way back, coming to stand in between the two of you. He looks up at you, soft curls coming to rest in front of his eyes before he brushes them off.

“Thank you for having me today, Miss ___. I had fun.” He sounds shy when he says it but never once breaks eye contact.

“I had fun, too, Dae. Thank you for coming. Can’t wait to see you next week!” You tell him and he beams at your welcoming words. He softly nods and turns to his mom who’s looking at him proudly, as if he’d nailed the previously rehearsed sentence.

You wave at the two of them and see them out, promptly repeating the same actions as you did with Dae, this time with the last kid and parent encounter of the day. Another sweet goodbye before you’re turning around, ready to tidy up after today’s session.

You’ve only just had enough time to put away the box of crayons littering the floor before the sound of approaching footsteps makes you turn around. You see Mai walking towards you, Dae nowhere to be seen this time.

“Hey, is everything alright? Did Dae forget something?” You ask.

“Hi again. Yes, yes. Everything’s alright. I wanted to talk to you actually.” She says, finally coming to a stop in front of you.

“Oh… sure. What’s up?”

“What are you doing after this?” She asks and immediately realizes how nosy she must sound at the way you wince slightly at the question. “Oh God, I’m sorry. Let me rephrase that… what do you do? I mean, do you work, study…?”

You notice her tense up, nerves brewing at her sudden intrusion and you reassure her with a soft smile. You don’t blame her – you’d want to know, too, if your child was spending time with someone who could very well be considered a stranger.

“I, um… I graduated three months ago. Literature. That was my major. I worked the night shift at a bar through most of university. I recently left, though. The atmosphere was getting heavy, I guess,” you say, sparing her the details, “I do work freelance for some publications at the moment, but you could say I’m just… floating for the time being. Looking.” Your admission makes you shy, gaze falling down.

“Oh… I thought you’d be pursuing a career in education.” Mai says, though she doesn’t sound surprised.

“No, no. I volunteer at the book club because it sort of gives me a sense of purpose. It’s easy to lose that when you’ve recently graduated. I didn’t want to feel like my life was in a complete pause. Plus, I like the kids. They keep me hopeful.”

Mai tries her best to keep her facial expression as stoic as ever – offering gentle nods and smiles as she takes in your words. But inside, she’s plotting. You’re too good to be true. Granted, she’s known this for a while – Saturday book club excitement begins as early as Thursday for Dae. Your entire essence feels trustworthy, sweet and patient.

So, Mai plots.

“I have a friend…,” she starts, taking you aback, eyebrows raising up in surprise. “I think he might need your help.”

“So? What did you say? Did you agree to it? I told you I had a good feeling about today!” Lucy’s frantic, bits of flour dust her cheeks lightly. She hasn’t left the kitchen since you left this morning and now the scones are accompanied by batches of croissants, madeleines, eclairs – you name it. Her own personal Café de Fleur.

You have to admit, her excitement is contagious.

“I mean, I agreed to have her give him a call. To put in a reference for me. But I don’t know, Lu.” This earns you a scowl from her

“What do you mean you don’t know? This could be amazing, ___. Enlightening, even!”

“Enlightening is a stretch.” You say, hand coming to rest at your hip.

“Now, don’t be ungrateful. What else do you need? She all but gloated about her more than financially willing single dad friend that’s in desperate need of a hot nanny-” now you’re the one scowling. “Sorry, a nanny. Kids come naturally to you!”

“She’s nine months old! She’s a baby, not a kid. I can’t bribe her with lollipops and picture books.” You protest.

“Even better! Babies are less demanding of attention and bribes. You just have to make sure she stays fed and out of poopy diapers and voila! Happy kid- baby. Happy baby!” she says. At what sounds like a defeated sigh coming from you, she presses, “besides… you could have time to work on your writing, in-between naps or whatever. What other job gives you the benefits nap time does?”

She has a point. It shouldn’t take too much to convince you – you do need the job. The savings you’ve been amounting to since university will not last you forever and you couldn’t solely rely on the hopes of getting your big break as a writer overnight.

“Yeah, I guess you have a point.”

“Plus… being a single parent must not be easy.” You smile at your friend’s inability to remove her feelings from the vaguest of situations. “You could actually help out a family more than you’d realize, ___.”

Her words make your heart sink a little, even though you can’t quite put your finger on why. As much as you make fun of Lucy for shining subjectivity into every context, you can’t help but admit you’re the same. You don’t know anything about this family; let alone anything that would spark the uneasiness that tugs at your heart at her words. Yet you can’t control the flutters in your chest at Lucy’s suggestion, insisting you could be of help.

In that moment, you find yourself hoping you can be.

It’s Monday.

Jungkook hates how much of a Monday it feels like. He was never one to fixate on the days of the week as such – usually having his secretary keeping track of his days, making sure to fit personal time and Soori’s doctor’s appointments in the middle of his crazy work schedule. He’s never attached days to feelings.

But today is a Monday and it feels like Jungkook’s own personal idea of hell. The weekend was hell, too. He decided to bring Soori along on his business trip, her recent clinginess to her father breaking Jungkook’s heart during every parting. Mai tries to soften the reality around the edges a bit, reassuring him she only cries for a little longer once he leaves her in the mornings before heading to the office.

Suelgi had tagged along for the trip and would babysit during the day as Jin and Jungkook oversaw the advancements in the project. He felt proud. This was the first of his hotels that he has overseen from the very beginning. An idea that’s now materialized into a twenty stories high beach front resort. Soori was not in the mood to necessarily celebrate, though, amounting to a two-day, one (sleepless) night hellish weekend trip.

The back and forth has really been taking a toll on her schedule as well, leaving them with odd feeding hours and a regression in her sleep training that has Jungkook fearing for his ability to function on sole motor skills.

He’s in the middle of changing her diaper as she fidgets in his grasp, mindlessly playing with a bunched-up sock. He squints. His bunched-up sock. Where did she even get that? He checks his watch – 7:20 AM. Not bad. Mental pat in the back, because he basically lives off his own reassurance nowadays. The pleasure of the accomplishment of not running late for once is short-lived as his phone starts ringing loudly. His eyes search for it and although he can hear its proximity, it’s nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck.” He mutters. Soori coos at him and he covers her ears quickly, “you didn’t hear that.”

The ringing stops and he continues his task of getting her clean and changed for the day. Another short-lived moment of bliss as the ringing fills the walls of the nursery again. Now he worries – it could be a work emergency. Or Suelgi reaching out to let him know something came up and she won’t be able to look after Soori today. He takes another glance around the room and sees the buzzing device camouflaged by a family of plushies on top of one of Soori’s toy baskets. It doesn’t stop ringing.

“Don’t move, okay?” He says to Soori, who’s laying on top of her changing table. The second the words leave his lips he realizes the calibre of stupidity the request holds. He closes his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Intermission,” he says, taking a very butt-naked Soori in his arms and heading to retrieve his phone. How did that even get there? He recites a mental prayer in hopes his daughter doesn’t have an accident – one all over his tightly pressed white button up.

Mai’s name flashes on the screen of his phone.

“Hello?”

“Gguk. I have the best news.” She says, way too cheerful for 7 am.

“Enlighten me.” He responds, immediately regretting the sarcastic ring to his voice.

Mai doesn’t seem to mind, he can hear the smile on her face when she says, “I found you a nanny!”

“Send her CV my way. I’ll check it out as soon as I get to the office.” He returns.

“I’m her CV! And her letter of recommendation.”

“No.”

“Gguk-”

“I’m not going to leave my daughter in the care of someone that doesn’t have the right qualifications and/or enough years of experience to lack a proper CV.” Jungkook’s voice is stern and he knows Mai is rolling her eyes on the other side of the line.

“Oh, Ggukie. You’re funny. If employment worked that way you’d be out of a job.” Her voice doesn’t hold an ounce of menace but she knows she has to be stern, too.

“Hotels can fail. My daughter’s wellbeing, cannot.” He argues, voice sounding defeated.

“Okay. Hear me out. She’s Dae’s teacher. From Saturday book club – you know how he’s always telling you about it?” Mai explains.

“Oh, she’s a teacher?” He admits that grants him a glimmer of hope.

“Well, no,” and before Jungkook can object again she continues, “but! Gguk, she is sweet, and patient and I’ve seen her with the kids, she can easily reason with them. They love her. And respect her. Come on, just one interview. Get to know her. Let Soori get to know her, too. She can’t be worse than all these nannies you’ve been interviewing that look straight out of that one scene in Mary Poppins. Please?”

Jungkook is about to object again, having made up his mind at ‘well, no’ but before he can begin to form a sentence, he feels a wet patch growing at the center of his stomach, quickly spreading down in a steady stream. He looks down at Soori who looks back at him innocently, unaware of her accident, slightly relieved at having an empty bladder. She smiles at him, a soft giggle falling past her lips.

Now they’re running late.

“Okay.”

“Gguk just- what?” Mai says, astounded.

“Give me her number, I’ll have my assistant arrange the interview.” He sounds defeated, but Mai doesn’t miss the sudden determination in his voice.

“You won’t regret it, Gguk. Trust me.”

And in that moment, he finds himself hoping he doesn’t.

“So, it’s a coffee date?”

Lucy’s voice nears as she enters your room, pushing the clothes that you’ve aggressively scattered all over your bed to the side. She takes a seat, hands wrapped around a scolding hot cup of tea. You can see the steam dance out of the mug in little twirls.

“No. it’s not a coffee date. His assistant just asked me how I liked my coffee. Must be a rich people thing, you know?” You argue.

“Politeness?” She asks, raising a brow.

“No. Planning ahead of time.”

“And what did you tell her?” She presses, bringing the mug to her lips as she takes a sip.

“Huh?”

“About how you like your coffee.”

“Iced americano.” You tell her, a wicked smile tugging at your lips.

She rolls her eyes. “Please, it’s like you want to butcher this!”

“Not actively attempting to, no. But if I can’t find anything remotely appropriate to wear then that might just be the case.” You say, exasperated. You’d spent the good first half of your morning rummaging around your tiny closet for anything that would resemble even an ounce of professionality. Needless to say, your pastels and florals, mostly making up an absurd amount of sun dresses, were not quite cutting it.

“Please, ___, you dress like a grandma that picks up gardening as soon as the weather goes any higher than 20 degrees. Or, even better, -” she continues but you turn around, narrowing your eyes at her. “The cutest grandma, though. Sexy, too.” She winks at you and you can’t help but smile.

“It’s just not… professional enough.”

“Since when do nannies have to look cookie cutter corporate? I’d be content enough with someone that didn’t pose any immediate threat. Like say, you walk in there with a spike collar on – that might be dangerous. But then again, you can’t really judge a book by its cover.” She concludes, assertive nod to the head before she takes another sip.

You laugh, shooting finger guns at her, giving her the point.

She’s right. Your choice of fashion was never a matter of inconvenience during Saturday book club in the library. And you do sort of sport the grandma-chic. You should be fine.

Yet you can’t shake the slight intimidation you feel. You know it’s only normal to dwell on nerves or pre work interview jitters. As much cookie cutter corporate this isn’t you still want to do well. You still want his approval.

The intimidation dates back to two days ago. Mai had called you, having asked for your number to give you further details, and she gave you the good news! As she’d exclaimed.

“His assistant will call you to arrange an interview. It’ll probably be sometime this week.” Mai’s voice still held the same enthusiasm as it did a couple of minutes prior during her call with Jungkook.

“That sounds perfect,” you say, although you have to force the words out of you. You weren’t expecting everything to unfold so quickly.

“You’ll do good. Soori will love you.”

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mai. It- the timing was just right.” You don’t feel like putting any pressure on her by admitting just how desperately you need this. This is just an interview after all.

“Trust me, likewise.” She says this and it leaves you wondering for a minute. Her voice sounds serious, but you don’t press.

You’re about to say your goodbyes but her words stop you.

“Jungkook.” She says, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Huh?” You frown, a bit lost by the prior.

“Jeon Jungkook. That’s his name. Just realized I never told you.”

Jeon Jungkook. It’s in the name. That’s where your intimidation stems from. He sounds like he belongs in the list of professors you avoided in university. The ones that led the elective subjects you took to build up credit. Like accounting and introduction to physics 01. You shudder at the thought.

Another look-over your messy clothes sprawled all across your bed earns you another shudder, followed by a loud groan.

Lucy scams through it, giving it one last glance before she grabs a handful of yellow fabric. She doesn’t gravitate towards it for any reason in particular – simply with the intention to ease your torment and put an end to this discussion.

“Here. Wear the yellow dress.” She says, sure of herself, even though she has no idea what the yellow dress actually looks like. It could be one of your grandma chic but make it ass cheek length for all she knows.

But the angels are on Lucy’s side today and when you reach for the dress, holding it against your body as you stare at the mirror, it’s not half bad. It cuts in a straight line over your chest, fabric rouching slightly at the top before it falls seamlessly right above your knees. Discreet enough. Cute bows at the strings that hold it over your shoulders, too. You are keen on the gardening look, aren’t you?

“It needs a cardigan.” You say, reaffirming your previous realization.

“How Victorian of you. Please refrain from showing any ankle – the man might have a heart attack. I heard nine months old are judgy, too.” Lucy remarks.

“I was planning on wearing my converse – is that too casual?” You ask, completely ignoring her witty remarks. She rolls her eyes at you and watches you pace around your room, trying to tidy up the mess you’d make.

You’re looking through your cardigans when she breaks the silence.

“What do you think happened?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, turning around, eyes meeting her serious ones.

“I mean, single dad… desperately in need for a nanny… rich, assuming from his side of town. Do you think something happened? Where’s the baby mama?” Your eyes widen at her last question.

“Well, I don’t know. But I’m sure it isn’t any of the crazy scenarios flashing through your mind right now. Probably a messy divorce or something.” You declare.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Soo, look here, baby. Open wide!” Jungkook’s words feign cheerfulness but they’re bordering on a plead. As he brings the spoon closer to Soori’s mouth she lets out a high-pitched shriek. By far the loudest since this whole ordeal unfolded twenty minutes ago.

Her eyes are swollen, wet with tears that fall down her face that’s now red from all the crying and screaming lunch time has provoked. The first few days she refused solid food had Jungkook giving in – cradling her in his arms as he bottle fed her until she calmed down. But it’s been three days of this and he needs to be a parent.

So that’s where his Thursday lunch break finds him – standing in front of a very angry baby, completely clueless, a colourful assortment of pureed baby food adorning his kitchen island. Soori’s cries come to a surprising stop and he knows she’s not only tired but also hungry. He tries again, lowering the spoon to her, holding in his breath as she just stares at it. She kicks, body jumping so abruptly inside the confinity of her high chair it startles Jungkook, hands coming to hold her still as he shushes her gently.

Amidst the sea of broken feelings that slowly tear him apart this is perhaps the most painful. He didn’t think Soori would be so receptive to her mother’s departure. Jungkook doesn’t know if her change of demeanour is a reaction of his sulking and suffering, or if she feels Ira’s absence more than he can give her credit for. She’s just so little. Bliss still carries her through most mornings and nights – they were Jungkook’s to begin with, as he took every chance he possibly could at home to spend with her. He likes to believe that her mother’s missing presence isn’t something she doesn’t quite grasp by notion. But he can’t deny that she feels it by instinct. His heart breaks all over again at her innocence. He wonders if she’s confused, tries to decipher her feelings as he stares at her. Her mouth opens and closes in breathy whimpers. His eyes sting with the promise of a new set of tears at the feeling.

“Mr. Jungkook?” Mrs. Chae’s dulcet voice startles him. She looks apologetic when he jumps at the sight of her. “I’m sorry to disturb you. Your assistant has just called to remind you about your interview, sir. I thought I’d let you know.”

Fuck. The interview. In the middle of lunchtime chaos, he’d managed to forget about it.

“Uh- yes. Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Chae,” he takes a glimpse at his daughter, whom he still hasn’t manage to feed. He feels like a failure.

“If you want, I can try?” she says, referring to the get the baby to actually eat ordeal he was engaged in a minute ago.

“I’d appreciate that, yes.” She’s an old lady, and although sweet, lacks the patience to deal with the babysitting duties she’d had to take on ever since Ira left. But Jungkook needs all the help he can get, so he accepts hers. “If she keeps fussing just give her a bottle. She needs to eat.” She simply nods. He feels slightly judged – he keeps breaking. Stuck between a wall and a dead-end street. A bottle or starving his nine-month-old. A really easy one, yeah.

He leans down, kissing Soori’s forehead, whispering, “be good, baby.”

He makes his way from the kitchen to the living room, his pace picking up as he walks straight to the guest bathroom before he locks it.

He doesn’t bother turning on the lights as his back leans against the door, body sliding against it until he hits the floor. He breaks. It’s not the loud sobs he let out the first couple of days – he’s pretty sure he’s ran out of those. It’s the silent tide of tears that build in the corners of his eyes as his lost gaze penetrates an empty spot. He stares so hard until his line of vision goes blurry and he blinks. And only then do the tears fall. He doesn’t know why he suppresses them anymore. He’s just so fucking tired. He doesn’t know where the pain starts nor does he know where it ends. It’s just there. Silent, cold, sharp. An all-consuming overwhelm that shares his days and nights – backstabbing him just when he thinks it’s getting better.

He starts to get angry – what he’s come to identify as step two of his emotional vortex. But before he can fully register it, the doorbell rings, saving him from himself.

Your fingers hover over the doorbell. The touch screen doorbell. You try not to but your mind races with, quite frankly, unproductive thoughts.

Who even needs this much technology? You direct your gaze up, taking in the sight in front of you. People that live in such humble abodes like this one, you think. The house resembles something out of those Architectural Digest magazines you skim through in the library to kill time. It reminds you of a cut out you pasted in your vision board – idea courtesy of none other than Lucy after reading one chapter from The Secret.

it’s big, that’s to put it lightly. The shape almost boxy – wide and long, walls a contrast between white and dark mahogany wood. Two palm trees adorn the entrance, one taller than the other, side by side. Palm trees? You’re gawking now, you know you are. Three cars take up the vast parking space – two that seem to be identical, only in different colours. Black and white. That’s cliché, even for you. A Range Rover comes to view at the far end, almost towering the two coupes – it’s black. You have to admit it’s a satisfying colour palette. But who needs three cars? You shake your head, catching yourself before you free-fall into the incessant prying.

You make a mental note to stop staring as you fixate your gaze back to the door. Your eyes come back to the doorbell.

Does it ever run out of battery?

You’re about to reason with your brain on why that is a stupid question when the front door swings open from the inside. You tense up slightly, running your hands down the front of your dress nervously as your eyes come up to take in the sight before you.

Now, as afore mentioned, you’re not one to shy away from a good cliché; but the one before you finds you perplexed, to say the least.

He’s tall – so much so you have to shift your gaze upwards to meet his face. And when you do, you’re met with something you can’t quite put into words. But he doesn’t need words. His beauty speaks sonnets you’ll never be able to utter with ordinary words – so ethereal you quickly come to an spoken understanding. His hair is dark and thick, falling softly on top of his forehead, parting at the middle. His eyes look red and even though they’re a bit fallen they look impossibly big – if you look long enough, they become starry. You think your own eyes are deceiving you but when he blinks slowly and opens them again, you’re met with galaxies.

He’s managed to make formal attire look effortlessly casual. You take him in – black slacks, perfectly fitted against his toned legs. His white dress shirt exposes more skin than your sanity can bear, the three top buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. Tattoos that seem to be never ending adorn his right arm that maintains a tight grip on the door as he holds it open for you.

“Mr. Jeon?” Your voice mirrors the confusion that inhabits your head. The title feels off – this man looks like he could’ve been part of your graduating class. But who makes it this big after three months post grad?

The left side of your brain, also known as rationality, hopes this is not Jeon Jungkook, the man about to interview you. For a potential job. To babysit his daughter.

But the right side of your brain hopes it is.

“Just Jungkook is fine.”

Damn it.

“Uh- come in, please.” He says, making way in the entrance for you to step in.

It’s bright – the house illuminated by the light coming from the endless windows that take up the space, floor to ceiling, east to west. The minimal décor perfectly complemented by a perfect view of the boundless shade of green that make up the backyard; the blue of the pool reflecting against the glass.

“Here, my office’s this way. Follow me.” His voice breaks you out of your trance and you nod, following right behind him.

His strides are determined yet effortless, mimicking his essence alone. But you can’t stop thinking about his eyes – bruised with what seems like lack of sleep and red veins so prominent around his irises you wonder if it’s the prior or if he’s been crying.

Stop prying.

He comes to a stop in front of a door that he holds opens for you, letting you go in first. You smile at the action. He doesn’t return it.

“Please,” he gestures to one of the chairs and you sit down, opposite to where you assume he’ll be sitting; a wide table, that matches the overall décor of the house, separating the two of you.

He looks at the tray Mrs. Chae has left for the two of you, seeing his usual coffee order has doubled. He quirks a brow, taking one look at you, but you seem to be lost as you take in your surroundings. He grabs both glasses, placing one in front of you.

“Thank you.” You say, voice soft.

He rounds the desk and comes to sit in front of you, settling into the chair before he takes a sip from his coffee. He clears his throat and this makes you straighten up in your seat. Here we go, you tell yourself.

“Do you have any questions for me before we start?” His gaze finally meets yours, undivided for the first time since you walked inside his home.

But his question takes you aback. He looks like the type to shove you abruptly into the enquiry portion of the interview.

“Um…,” you’re already stuttering and Jungkook tries not to but he looks exasperated. “The dynamic,” you attempt to answer with secureness, “what does it look like?”

His left eyebrow quirks rapidly at your question, almost instinctively. “She’s nine months old. She naps two to three times a day. Solid food three times a day,” his voice shakes at this, “formula four times a day. Quick bath throughout the day if she gets messy, a long one before bed time. Goes through diapers like she’s keeping Pampers afloat. Enjoys anything loud with buttons during her free time.” The last two remarks are more sarcastic than they are funny. Condescending even.

“And yours?” He doesn’t miss the slight irritation in your voice, although you look impassive.

“My…?”

“Dynamic. What does it look like?”

Your question aggravates him slightly. If he were to answer it with outmost sincerity, you’d probably label him as a bad father – a weak one even. He thinks about Soori right now, probably propped up against her favorite pillow in the couch as she suckles on her bottle. The word discipline swarms his thoughts. He frowns. She’s nine months old for God’s sake.

He composes himself before replying, “I work at the office, though I’ve been working from home more often lately. Mornings and nights she spends with me. Lunch time, too, when I’m home. I tend to have seasons where work requires more travel than others, but that time hasn’t come so I’m yet to figure it out. I don’t work on weekends unless strictly necessary.” The brief but packed run down comes to an end but all you can do is remain silent in your seat; eyes still glued to his. “Is that all?”

“Yes,” your murmur.

“Your work experience is… not ideal for this sort of job. Are you aware?” Now you know why he’s loaded. He’s a fucking shark.

“I am aware.” You badly want to say something, anything, to save your ass but your mind is at a complete blank at his unashamed boldness.

“What do you really want to do?”

“Pardon?”

He exhales loudly. “What career path do you want to pursue? Did you go to school? – Mai told me you volunteer at the library – is that something you want to do long term?”

Damn, he’s ruthless.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve brought a CV of some sort-”

“Yes, you should’ve. But you didn’t. So, we’re just going to have to work with what we have.” He says, interrupting you.

You look up at him, your sincere eyes meet his. They look as tired as they did when he first greeted you. You try to steady your breathing, easing your mind as you pose a brave front.

“I majored in Literature – out of sole passion. I didn’t really think about where it would land me when I started, I just did it because I loved it. I graduated three months ago and no, I don’t love it any less. Even if my degree hasn’t landed me nowhere you’d consider successful.” He visibly winces at your words. “I quit my job at a bar because the atmosphere was making me feel uncomfortable. The library felt comforting enough so I stuck to that. It makes me happy. Volunteering, I mean. Not in the selfless way you’d probably think but in a it brings me more peace of mind than it does them way, I guess. They’re kids, nothing holds their amusement for long enough. I’d hope the books and my words do, but I can’t know that for sure. I’m just a tiny slice of their week. But that’s fine by me.”

Jungkook gapes at you. He takes your words in and has to admit your sincerity takes him by surprise. You’ve uttered more words in the last two minutes than you have since you arrived. His head is pounding. He doesn’t believe you’re any more qualified just because you had a burst of honesty spill out of you. But he’d be a fool not to regard you with admiration for it.

At his silence, you continue, “I don’t know what career path I want to pursue. Or maybe I do, but it somewhat scares me. I like to write, but it’s a tough industry to break into. I’m not worried or desperate to know, though. I don’t know how long it took you to amount to all your success – you look fairly young to me. But I believe even the most successful of people felt at least a little lost at twenty-three,” you catch yourself slipping into a cliché so you mask it with a, “or whatever.”

He nods, but it doesn’t necessarily convey approval. It’s more so as if he’s digesting everything you’ve unloaded onto him. You don’t care at this point; having come to terms you didn’t stand a chance in Jeon Jungkook’s nanny boot camp to begin with.

“I agree,” he says and his words find you wide eyed. “I don’t even believe most people should decide on something they’ll take on for the rest of their lives that young. I wouldn’t necessarily say you’re lost, though. Finding your way seems to be a more fitting term.”

His words are comforting and the warm feeling pooling at the pit of your stomach travels all the way up until it settles in your chest. They feel almost welcoming, even as his gaze remains stern.

“You didn’t ask and at this point you probably don’t care but… I’m a fast learner and there are a couple of things in life that come naturally to me and I’ve been told that kids are one of them.”

He nods, giving you a tight-lipped smile before he’s pushing his chair back and coming to a stand. You follow his movements, walking alongside him in silence as you exit his office.

You don’t expect the loud shriek that echoes through the walls when you walk down the corridor, back to his living room. Concern laces his features and he walks a little faster, but when you make it to the living room and past the front door you don’t know if you should keep following him.

You do anyways.

Upon entering the kitchen you’re met with one hell of a sight. Sat in a high chair is whom you presume to be Soori. A very unhappy version of her, anyways. She’s kicking and screaming so loud you fear she might break free from her constraints, the baby harness holding her back every time. You know she’s upset when her cries are also met with tears – real tears. Not crocodile ones babies often times shed when they can’t express discomfort so they just cry. In front of her, Mrs. Chae is holding a bottle and a pink plastic bowl, eyes going from one to the other and then to Soori, in complete desperation.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook says, coming to stand next to them.

“She- she won’t take her bottle. I tried the puree again but she doesn’t want that either. I’m sorry Mr. Jungkook.” Mrs. Chae says.

“Has she been crying this whole time?” He asks. Mrs. Chae simply nods.

The both of them keep going back and forth, with Jungkook asking how many ounces she had, if the bottle was perhaps cold. Or too hot.

You look at Soori, who’s crying hasn’t come to a cease, if anything getting louder at her dad’s arrival. You can see the grabby hands she makes at him and it tugs at your heart a little. You walk over to her. She’s probably the cutest baby you’ve ever seen – even when her chubby cheeks are flushed from all the crying and her eyes are swollen. A silky, single strand of black hair is held up by a pink bow – hair coming up in a little sprout. Adorable.

She looks just like her dad – button nose and big doe eyes. Not to mention the puffy cheeks.

Your next move is bold but you know this works. Well, you don’t know for sure but you can try. Her exasperation is getting to you too at this point. You reach for one of the bowls on the kitchen counter – a mush of what smells like peas. You plop a dollop of the puree in the table of her high chair. She looks confused at first, taking in the stranger in front of her and then the green glob that adorns the once impeccably white surface. You notice just how clean she is, as well. You’ve never seen a child this clean during lunch time.

After a couple of seconds her cries come to a stop. She looks at you one last time before she redirects her gaze to her food – hands curiously coming to smack at the mushy peas. Jungkook turns around at the sudden quietness. His eyes look like they’re about to burst out of his skull when he sees his daughter stare at her messy fist, hand covered in baby food. She observes it tentatively before bringing it to her mouth, her whole hand coming past her lips as she nibbles on its content. She looks nonchalant to say the least but when her hand repeats the movement, shoving another handful into her mouth, he feels like he could cry of relief.

“How-” he starts, flabbergasted.

“Um… she’s not going to feel fully comfortable with the sight and texture of the food if she doesn’t get a chance to explore it with her hands first.” You answer.

Soori hums in sweet satisfaction as she feeds herself. Jungkook turns to her, big toothy smile at his baby’s new found sound. It’s the first time you’ve seen his face take on that expression.

“Is it good, baby?” he coos and she smiles back at him, nose scrunching up imitating her father’s, mushy peas up to her hairline.

You smile. God, they’re cute.

But you know this is your queue. You adjust your bag strap over your shoulder, clearing your throat as you prepare to say goodbye and turn around. You can see yourself out.

“Thank you for-”

His next words nearly give you whiplash and it takes you a while to process them.

“When can you start?”

“And then what did you say?” Lucy listens to your detailed recollection of the recent events. She nods and winces and shakes her head at the brutal recount.

“Well, I was about to say goodbye. Yes, that chubby cheeked baby was calling my name but I couldn’t get out of there faster. But then,” you pause, remembering the exact moment, a little too vividly as his voice echoes in your memory.

“What! What?” Lucy’s eyes are attentive, never once leaving your face. But her hands follow another agenda, filling a shot glass to the brim, the clear liquid spilling a bit as she waits for your bomb to kaboom! In her face. This one’s looking exceptionally ghastly. She figures tequila could ease the impact.

“He asked me when I could start.” You finish.

“Wait, what? Come again?” She all but slams the bottle as she sets it back down on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah. I think it even took him by surprise. He went on to tell me that we could take a week of testing the waters before I signed the contract.” You tell her.

“The contract? Who are you babysitting? The next heir to the British throne?”

You laugh at this, “no. She’s cuter than any of those royal babies.” She smiles, downing the shot of tequila that she’d originally destined for you. You don’t need it. Neither does she but, oh well.

“And, Lucy… his assistant emailed me the contract, just in case I had something I wanted to negotiate,” you say, voice coming to a whisper.

“And?” She asks, confused.

“Think sleazy bar pay check,” she winces, “now double that.”

“Oh.”

“Now add one of those good months that I would get my work published and we could buy the fancy marmalade,” she nods in excitement, “now double that.”

“We’re RICH!” She screams, hands coming to hold yours as you both jump up and down to the beat of her movements.

“There’s only one problem,” you say, stilling.

“What?”

“His face…”

“What about it?”

“Picture an angel,” your gaze softens, she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah…”

“Picture the perfection,”

“I am, I am.” Lucy returns, eyes dreamy.

“Now double that.”

Jungkook enters his bathroom, mind busy with the weight of the day. Bed time went smoothly but he knows Soori will be up in two hours or so. He mentally prepares himself for another night of rocky sleep.

He reaches for his toothbrush, lathering a generous amount of toothpaste on top before letting the water run over it. He hates mundane tasks like these – his mind having to come to a halt, to fixate on the domestic. He thinks about Ira. He can’t help it. He pictures the routine they’d adapted for the past three years – imagines what she looked like brushing her teeth next to him. They’d stand next to each other in comfortable silence, aggressive silence and on really good days, mumbles between mouthfuls of toothpaste, talking about their days, his arm around her waist as he pinned her to the marble counter.

He can’t help but wonder where she is. If she’s well. If she cries at night when she turns off the lights the way he’s grown accustomed to since she left. He wonders if she misses Soori – her baby smell, the squish of her cheeks, the round of her eyes taking her in. She thinks about the fact she missed one of her milestones today – that satisfied hum when she enjoyed her mushy peas.

He wonders if she misses him, too.

He remembers the mess Soori had made during lunch, having to wash baby food off her hair afterwards. Ira would’ve rolled her eyes at the sight. She never liked it when she made a mess.

He wonders what she would think of you, of his decision to have you look after their baby.

He stops his train of thought.

His baby.

The realization exhausts him further and he heads to bed. He wonders when it’ll get easier. When it will stop hitting him in the face every time he lets his mind wonder in meaningless back and forth. He knows the answer to all of his previous questions – none of them are what he wants to hear.

He tugs his hoodie off with one hand, throwing it to the side before he gets under his covers. He sighs, a groan leaving his mouth at the feeling of the pillow against his head. His eyes close instinctively.

And then he thinks about you.

He’s spent a good portion of his day thinking about you, to be fair. The wellbeing of his daughter at the frontline of his thoughts, whether he made the right decision or not. He’d made up his mind pretty early into the interview and all it took was a happy baby enjoying mushy peas for him to break. He’s regretted his decision at least a dozen times today. But then during dinner time he mimicked your actions, an assortment of foods cut into small bites spread in front of Soori for her to explore. She was eating so fast he had to stop her twice and he got to hear her sweet little mmm a handful of times. That was enough for him to break again.

But as he nuzzles into his pillows his thoughts are not laced with parenting. He thinks about you. He doesn’t exactly follow the direction of his train of thought but he’s too tired to stop it.

He thinks of the words you so openly shared with him. He thinks of the way vulnerability took over your face in a way he’d never seen it shown so visibly in anyone before. He thinks about your yellow dress that all but startled him when he opened his front door, so bright you almost looked out of place. He tries to remember what you smelled like. He can’t put his finger on it. In fact, he doesn’t think he even focused on it long enough to remember. Honey, camelias, lavender, roses, wood- he stops himself. It’s a thought with a dead-end street. He finds no point in dwelling.

You were wearing high top converses.

Something about that makes way to his brain and he can’t quite explain it. Perhaps it’s an innocence he doesn’t interact with anymore. He thinks about twenty-three-year-old him – just as lost as you. He smiles but it’s unconscious as he slowly begins to succumb to a much-needed sleep. He thinks you look like a feeling buried down deep in his memory. He’s too tired to put a name to it but as his brain begins to shut down, his vulnerability comes afloat, cradling him. The feeling doesn’t have a name but it comes in a memory he’s not so sure it entirely belonged to him. Perhaps it’s a deep longing he stored inside his heart many years ago.

Salt water. The smell of Taehyung’s parents beach house. Sixteen. Slow days. A fight between innocence and desire. Infatuation masked by love. Promises of forever. Names that danced with his. Lemonade. His first sip of beer. Mrs. Kim’s lemon pie. An old beat-up jeep. Wind. Sand. Days so long they never truly eased into night. Sunrise escapades. The stars in the sky. And yellow. So much yellow.

If u made it this far can we talk about cute, soft, in-between-awake-and-asleep jk being all dreamy and reminiscing!!!! that was so hot of him. i truly hope you enjoyed – this story has been so fun to write so far and my mind is already working like rents due to whip out chapter three as fast as i can!! i, too, can’t wait for the sexy stuff, don’t worry. jk needs healing but its on its way!! hold on tight. also i will make it my purpose to get my girl lucy a match made in heaven for this fic bc she deserves the world. Thank u for reading and feel free to let me know what you thought of the chapter – i love talking to u guys. sending loads of love always!! xxxxx

STREAM PERMISSION TO DANCE IF U WANT DADDY JUNGKOOK TO FEEL BETTER OK he told me to tell u xx

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