trope: pediatrician!jungkook x single mom!reader, neighbors to lovers, hot neighbor!jungkook, single mom!reader, pediatrician!jungkook,
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, angst, insecurities, girl mom reader, single mom reader, neighbor next door jungkook, stressed tf out reader, frustrated reader, trying to balance everything reader, my family left me reader, EXTREAMELY SOFT jungkook, kind jungkook, caring jungkook, they have a PHAT crush on each other, unsaid words, reader was avoiding jungkook for a while, doctor jungkook, he tells reader abt infant psychology but i wrote it and i have no idea abt it so it's very generic, kissing, eye contacts, making out, sitting on lap, grinding, thigh riding, humping, tit play, hickies, body worshipping, navel play, oral sex (f. recieving), clit play, pussy sucking, fingering, ass play, all of this on the couch while jk on his knees, orgasm (f), cuddling, after care, SIMP JUNGKOOK and SIMP READER.
author's note: Soooo, just wrote my first smut on here. Uhmmmm, it was exciting but also fucked my brain a little lmao. I may or may not have gotten a lil scared and stopped at just oral sex, hehe. Anw, i received this ask back in may, and i even started writing it. But idk, i guess i forgot abt it and then i found the page i had started writing this on while i was cleaning my room. So i thought why not continue this one and here we go... I really hope ya'll like, do lmk in the comments. Love ya'll, mwah mwah <3
"Ughhh!!!" You're very close to actually ripping all the hair off your scalp. You're even closer to the balcony of your 7th-floor apartment, and you really wanna jump.
You stare at Eunha, your 6-month-old daughter who's currently screaming at lord knows what.
You've done everything you could think of, you tried feeding her milk, but she refused. You tried to entertain her with toys, and she's still crying.
"What do you want, Eunha??" You can't help but get louder, and it only makes her cry even more.
This isn't the first time it's happened. Eunha would cry like this for hours and then fall asleep. The next time she wakes up, she's as cheerful as Jimmy Fallon on his show. You don't understand the psychology behind this, or what goes through her head.
And this horrifies you.
When you decided on keeping the baby, you didn't really know you'd turn out to be so bad at being a mother.
But can you really blame yourself?
You're only 22, working a great job with lots of workload, and parents who abandoned you because of the shame you brought them when you got pregnant at 21.
And not to mention, the father of Eunha, a 22-year-old boy who's just as dumb as a 14-year-old one. He still refuses to believe that Eunha is here, despite knowing he was the first boyfriend you've ever had. You really don't know what you did to deserve this.
It was 11 pm by the time Eunha finally fell asleep. You're currently trying to finish your tasks for the day before 12 am, and you curse the company while doing it. No doubt it's a good company; it supported you financially during your delivery, accepted you for the way you were, gave you the best colleagues ever, and pays you well. But why do they have to make you work while you're on maternity leave? You could really use some time to sleep right now, but no, you have to complete this bullshit work right now.
Around 45 mins later, you're done for the day, like done done. So you shut your laptop and make your way out of Eunha’s room, towards the bathroom to freshen up.
But the moment you start washing your face, oh lord, why's Eunha crying again?!
You quickly wash your hands and run to your baby girl. She already has her arms in the air as if expecting to be picked up. You keep cooing to her, singing lil songs she likes to listen to or swaying her in the living, but nothing works.
"What do you want, baby? Pls tell mommy."
At this point, you're crying too. Your eyes are filled to the brim with tears. And you want to cry just as loud as Eunha.
But your emotions come to a halt when you hear your doorbell go off. "Who could that be?" you think to yourself.
It was midnight, on a Wednesday, and you weren't expecting anyone.
You quickly wiped whatever tears had escaped your eyes and put down your still crying baby in her crib as you came to your living room to check the intercom.
And woah, what's your hot neighbor doing here?
You jump towards the main door and unlock it as quickly as you can. Once you do, Jeon Jungkook comes into view.
Well... to introduce Jungkook, he's a pediatrician who works at a lavish private hospital at the end of the street, turned thirty last month, and is super duper attractive.
You still remember the day you moved in here at the beginning of the year. He'd spent nearly an hour helping you haul those heavy ass boxes into your apartment without complaining once. As a thank you, you'd invited him over for dinner the next day.
Definitely a mistake, because ever since then, you'd been crushing on him like some lovesick teenager.
You'd run into him in the elevator, at the grocery store, at the chemist, even once at the neighborhood noodle place. And with every conversation, he somehow became a little harder to stop thinking about.
Oh, did we mention he invited you to his 30th birthday at a bar? Yeah, that night was crazy. He'd assured you it wasn't going to be some wild party packed with a crazy crowd and that you'd actually enjoy yourself. Well... you did. If it wasn't for your baby girl waiting for you to pick her up from your best friend's place, things might've gotten a little more interesting than just a make-out session.
The tension had been there ever since that night, and you may or may not have avoided him a little. But it was for both your sakes. You weren't entirely sure you'd be able to control yourself if you ended up alone with him again.
But there's no reason for him to be here right now; still, you greet him with a quiet hello, and he returns it with an equally soft one.
Another thing you've noticed? You don't know why, but you turn so fucking awkward in front of him while he looks like the calmest, most composed person you've ever met.
Though... the piercings on his left eyebrow and lip always say otherwise.
"Is Eunha alright? I, actually, could hear her crying for a while now, so I thought I should check on you. In case you need any help?"
His concerned voice takes you out of whatever observation of you had started building about his piercings.
So you reply to him with, "Oh yeah, well I don't really know what's up with her. She's been crying nonstop, and I have tried doing everything..." You move aside, making way for him to step inside.
As he slips off his shoes and walks into your apartment, he catches the panic and frustration you've been trying so hard to bury beneath your voice.
Though he's never been inside before, he barely spares your apartment a glance. Right now, his mind is occupied with figuring out why your baby won't stop crying.
"When did she last eat?" he asks once he reaches her room, standing beside the crib Eunha was in.
"8 pm, she ate properly, even burped 10 mins later and drank some milk cause she needs that to sleep."
Jungkook almost reaches to pick Eunha up before looking at you as if he's asking for your permission. You nod your head, giving him that.
And to your surprise, the moment Jungkook picks Eunha up, she stops crying.
Her small brown eyes, still filled with tears, are now staring at his handsome face, who just picked her up.
"Hunh?" The sound slips out before you can stop it.
Jungkook holds Eunha close against his chest, her tiny face already buried in the crook of his neck as his large, warm hand gently rubs circles over her back. Soon he's slightly rocking her body and gently swaying her left and right.
Your eyeballs almost leave their sockets when you see Eunha's arms reach around his neck. She doesn't even do that to you, what the heck.
Your daughter's a bit too comfy with this stranger.
And in the next 10 mins, Jungkook is already sitting on the couch in the room with your baby, sleeping peacefully in his arms.
You stand there speechless, completely dumbfounded as to how the fuck he managed to do that. Eventually, you walk over and take the seat beside him.
The moment you're about to bombard him with questions, he carefully stands up and lays Eunha back down in her crib. The two of you walk outside her room, into the living space of your apartment.
"How did you do that?" You couldn't control your tongue, brain buzzing with confusion.
Jungkook lets out a chuckle as he finally looks around your well-decorated apartment. He sits beside you on the larger couch, leaving only a small space between the two of you.
He smiles before continuing, "That's my job, Y/N. I'm a pediatrician, remember?" You nod your head at his words.
"No, but still, you gotta teach me that." He laughs at your words, trying to make the environment a little lighter.
"Hey, it's nothing much. You just have to hold them with all the warmth and love you've got. They tend to feel that comfort."
You raised your eyebrows at his words, wondering if he meant that you didn't love your baby.
As if he immediately caught the cue, Jungkook continued, "That doesn't mean you don't love her; you're the only person who will love her the most. But infants, they need to feel it. Because they don't really understand words or actions, so they need that assurance."
He turns his body towards you, his knees brushing against yours.
His eyes don't leave your face, quietly taking in everything you've been trying so hard to hide. The way your shoulders refuse to loosen, your fingers twisting anxiously in your lap, your breathing just a little too shallow. The exhaustion in your eyes wasn't just from the lack of sleep anymore. It was the kind that had settled somewhere deep inside your chest and refused to leave.
Jungkook watches you for a moment, his expression softening with quiet understanding before he finally speaks. "Y/N, I can clearly see how hard you're working for her. And it must be so difficult for you to be... you know, alone in this. So, I understand what you’re going through."
His eyes are full of concern. Not just for Eunha anymore, but for you too.
You don't remember the last time someone was genuinely concerned about you. Accepting that kind of comfort from your neighbor should've felt weird. Instead, it felt oddly natural.
"Yeah, I do wish I could be better at this. I don't want Eunha to go through a bad childhood because of me.
Your eyes were now fixed on your hands, noticing the chipped nail polish you put on months ago.
"I just feel like I'm not enough for her." Your voice was going soft with every word you were speaking.
"You're more than enough for her, Y/N. You feed her on time, you maintain her hygiene, and you do everything you're supposed to. So don't think any of that, okay?" You could only nod your head at his words.
He was right; you're doing everything correctly, so why does it feel like there's still something missing? That you still can't understand your own baby.
"I... I don't know why... why can't I give her the comfort or the safety she needs to feel?" You ask quietly, your face slowly lifting until your eyes meet his.
"Maybe because you're too busy trying to be her father," Jungkook says it gently. The words are blunt, maybe even a little cruel, but not once does his voice carry judgment.
"You know, Y/N... when a father raises a child on his own, he naturally grows into that role. He learns how to provide, how to protect, how to stay strong for them. And mothers... It's a little different.
He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "There's something people call a motherly instinct. It's not something you're born with; it grows. It grows every time you hold your baby, every time you comfort them, every time you simply exist with them. And society doesn't really help either. We've been raised believing fathers are supposed to earn for the family, keep everyone disciplined, make sure everyone follows the rules. The rules they set." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
"That doesn't mean fathers love their children any less. Most fathers would give up their lives for their families without thinking twice. But their love often looks different. Fathers usually try to protect their family from everything outside those walls... trusting that the mother will protect them from everything inside them."
His eyes settle on yours again. "But in your case... you're trying to be both."
Silence settles between the two of you, as he watches your face, almost waiting for the pieces to fall into place.
"So..." you murmur, more to yourself than to him. "I'm only trying to fill that role for her. I'm trying so hard to replace what's missing... that I'm taking away the chance for her to still have a mother."
Jungkook slowly reaches for your hand resting in your lap; his fingers wrap around yours with surprising gentleness.
You suddenly understand why Eunha had fallen asleep so easily in his arms.
"Exactly. You don't have to stop being her father; you just have to let yourself be her mother too."
His voice is barely above a whisper, and his thumb gently strokes across your knuckles.
"Spend time with her without worrying about doing everything right. Let her see the love you already have for her."
Your eyes stay fixed on your joined hands and almost instinctively, your fingers weave between his as if seeking the same love.
God, you now feel what Eunha feels all the time. Cause you feel the same too. Your baby's exactly like you.
You chuckle at the thought. Jungkook notices that, "A penny for your thoughts?"
You look up to find the sweetest smile on his face. "Nothing, just little realizations."
Why? Why are his eyes full of so much comfort and something you can't point out? Why does he look so handsome right now? Why's he so fucking sweet?
You don't even notice your gaze drifting to his lips before dropping back to your intertwined hands. But Jungkook did.
He notices the way your shoulders have finally begun to loosen. The tension that had been wound so tightly into every muscle of your body slowly melting away beneath the silence.
"Y/N?" He calls your name in the softest voice.
"Hm?" Your eyes lift to meet his once again.
"You should take a break too."
You're too busy getting lost in his eyes to actually process what he'd said.
"What?"
A tiny smile ghosts across his face. "I said you should take a break too."
He lets the words settle before continuing, "You're still so young. You deserve to breathe too. Try taking out time for yourself. "
You blink, finally hearing him this time, "How, Jungkook?"
Jungkook's heart tightens at the genuine question from someone who looked as though she'd forgotten what it felt like to put herself first.
His eyes wandered across your face, the dark circles beneath your eyes, and the exhaustion behind them.
But you still looked so beautiful. So tender.
He felt this urge to protect you from everything that's gnawing at your mind, give you the comfort you've been lacking, and all the love you deserve.
A loose strand of hair falls on your face, which he tucked away gently. Gosh, He's so whipped.
He can't keep his heart under control anymore, especially when you're giving him those eyes. But he needs to control, cause he remembers the last time he kissed you and how you've been subtly avoiding him since.
He doesn't wanna ruin this for you. He just wants to be there and provide comfort in any form you want him to.
"You want me to help?" he asks, his tone making it clear that he wants you to be a hundred percent sure.
At this point, you don't even know where this conversation is headed. All you know is that somewhere along the way, the knot in your chest had begun to unravel. You're wrapped up in this weird feeling of... solace, and you don't want to let go.
You couldn't form words anymore, so you settle your response with a nod.
"Can I ask you something first?
Jungkook nods. "Anything."
You hesitate, but you still voice out your question. "Why... why are you so nice to me?"
You glance down at your hands as the question hangs between the two of you for a moment.
You really don't understand why he cares for you. You know that he's kind to everyone, but he still manages to make you feel special, like you are more to him than just a neighbor.
Though after the kiss you shared last time, you hope it's the latter.
A chuckle leaves him, and he shakes his head to himself. "I've been trying not to be. "
He lets out a small sigh, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Not like it's working, though."
His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your knuckles before he stills it.
"I don't know what happened or how it happened, but now that I think about it... I just started caring."
Your eyes widen at his words, and your heart races at the sight of a shy Jungkook, his ears and neck flushed red in front of you.
Now you feel so guilty for the fact that you've been avoiding him. Maybe it wasn't only you. Maybe what you felt wasn't wrong.
"That night... on your birthday..." Your voice comes out as little more than a whisper, but Jungkook speaks before you can continue.
"We don't have to talk about that night."
Your eyelids flutter before you continue.
"Still... I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I just wanted to tell you..." You pause for a moment. "That I don't regret anything that happened. It's just..."
Your voice trails off.
Jungkook lets out a quiet sigh before continuing, "Me too, Y/N. But I know you've had a thousand other things on your mind."
His voice stays calm. "The last thing I want is for you to feel like you have to carry my feelings too."
He shifts slightly, decreasing the space between the two of you. "I'm here because I was worried about you. That's all that matters right now."
He offers you a reassuring smile. "So tell me, Y/N, how do you want me to help you?"
The apartment falls quiet again.
For the first time that night, the silence doesn't feel suffocating. Eunha's soft breathing drifts in from the nursery, and the weight that had been pressing against your chest for months feels just a little lighter.
Gazing into his starry eyes now reminds you of that night. They hypnotise you in such a way that you just want to get lost in them.
Jungkook's eyes stare right back into yours, and he can't help but notice your shifting gaze between his own eyes and lips.
But he waits for you to make the move; he wants you to do it. He wants this to be about you.
As if some force was pushing you closer to Jungkook, you're now only inches away from his face. His soft breath falls onto yours.
You look him in the eyes again, only to find him staring at you like you're the only person that exists for him.
That look, that was it. You couldn't think about your actions anymore as your lips touch his.
You move your lips over his and Jungkook immediately syncs with you.
Damn, why's he so soft? He smells like vanilla and tastes like coffee. You can kiss him for the rest of your life.
When you break away to take a breath, Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. His warm hands separate from your interlocked ones, and he holds your jaw gently. Like you're the most fragile thing, and he wants to be very careful with you.
Before you even process what had happened, his lips find yours again. This time, it feels more real. You kiss him back with the same effort, both of you devouring each other.
His tongue teased your bottom lip once, coaxing your mouth open. It slides over yours as he tastes every corner of your mouth. God, it feels like you're floating now.
Your hands find their way towards his hair, and you tug on a few strands to stay a bit grounded.
But the kiss deepened as he tongued your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips and tongue, while you let out a needy moan, which he swallowed eagerly.
You fiddle with his lip piercing with your tongue, and Lord knows for how long you've been dreaming about doing that.
You tug at the piercing, making him let out the cutest yelp, and that's probably the best sound you've ever heard.
Jungkook's hand from your jaw slides down towards your neck and then to your arms. You pull away from the kiss for merely a second to climb over his lap, before continuing to make out with him.
His palms now settle on your thighs, which land perfectly on both his sides. He grips them slightly while you couldn't help but grind over his half-hard dick.
He breaks away from the kiss and looks at your completely flushed face. He tucks away the strands of hair that had fallen on your face.
You were already out of breath, body heaving from the intense make-out session. Your hands that were caught in his hair now find their way on his chest.
He lifts your chin lightly to meet your eyes before he asks you, "Y/N, are you sure you're okay with what we're doing?"
You nod your head at his words, already leaning in to continue. But Jungkook places his hand on your chest to stop you. "Use your words and tell me if you really want this."
Your lips parted at his words as you licked your lip nervously, "I want this."
But he still seems unsatisfied with your answer. "You want what, darling?”
You feel something moving in your stomach when he calls you that. Wait, are those butterflies? How old are you? 15? Why are you getting so flustered just by his words?
You blink a few times and take a breath before continuing, " You, I want everything you can give me, Jungkook."
Your words feel final. Like you're a hundred and ten percent sure.
Without wasting any more time, Jungkook kisses you again, and his hands start roaming your body. One of them traces up your spine, and the other hand finds your waist, thumb pressed against the skin.
He lets go of your now swollen lips as he presses chaste kisses down your throat. Each one is slow, tongue flicking against your pulse point. Your head falls back automatically, giving him better access.
The soft kisses didn’t last for long before his teeth scraped lightly, sucking deep purple hickies all over your neck.
“Ahh-ohh.” You let out a gasp at a particularly harsh bite, your nails digging into his shoulders. His tongue soothing the sting.
Your body arched, pressing your chest against him. Both his hands slide down to your hips slowly. Your breath hitches when his fingers slip under your hoodie, squeezing your soft skin.
He takes his sweet time bringing the fabric up; the contrast of his hands against your skin makes you shiver. His thumb brushes just below your belly button, and fuck, your eyes shut at the feeling. He pulled out the hoodie and threw it across the
He pulled back slightly, his eyes running over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin. The way your breasts heaved with each breath left him in awe.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he shifted you, now his one thigh between your legs. It pressed against your core, making you squirm.
His fingers ran over your body before stopping on your bra strap, and he leaned in close, you could feel his breath hot against your ear.
"Can I?"
You manage a shaky nod, pulse thundering in your ears. With a quick flick of his fingers, the fabric comes undone.
The bra falls off, and the way he looks at you- Jesus, it makes your pussy throb. His eyes rake over your exposed tits in pure appreciation.
His hands cupped your bare tits, and you threw your head back at the feel of his warm palm. His huge hands practically engulfed you, his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and your back arched into his touch.
His finger rolled one of your nipples, and you mewled at the feeling. Your hips rocked against his thigh, and he pressed his thigh harder between your legs.
“Feels good?” he asked you while his thumb circled both your buds before tweaking them at a fast pace.
“Mhmm, ahh,” you pant, your cunt now dripping onto his thigh.
“Tell me how it feels, darling, wanna hear you.”
“So- so good, Jungkook,” you gasp. Your fingers find the hem of his crewneck, tugging impatiently. Soon the fabric joins your discarded hoodie somewhere.
He pulls you back against him, and the feeling of his bare skin against yours makes you grind against his thigh once again. His hands grip your waist passionately while yours run all over his abs and the hard planes of his chest, each muscle twitching under your touch.
When his mouth claims yours again, this time it's hungrier. His tongue sucks yours in a way that makes your heart quicken, and you can't help your fingers curling around his neck to pull him closer.
Soon you break the kiss to breathe, but you can't help but stare at the view in front of you. His lips are slick and swollen, that silver ring glinting with both of your saliva. His hair is a mess from your fingers, and his eyes shine with adoration.
He leaned down, breathing hotly against your tits, as his tongue came out, brushing against the hardened peak. You squirmed pathetically over him, pushing your tits harder into his mouth.
He finally took the right nipple into his mouth, and the wet heat of his mouth made you slightly scream.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling rapidly, and your hips bucked seeking relief, pressing against his muscular thighs.
“Jungkook.” you moaned.
“Fuckk, darling.” He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention while his hand focused on the other one.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured. His voice vibrates against your nipple, and you bite your lower lip to contain yourself.
“I could suck these all day.” he looks at you endearingly.
“Would you like that?” You couldn't speak; his tongue lapped at your nipple before sucking hard, pulling a string of moans from you.
“Answer me, baby,” he urged.
“Yessss,” you blabbered. You pulled him closer, your tits aching due to his persistent attention. He twisted and pinched your nipple, making your clit throb painfully.
“Oh my god!” he loved the way your nipples were all red and swollen because of him.
He kissed down your cleavage, his lips trailing over the soft skin of your tits, worshipping every inch of you.
“Just wanna make you feel good.” He groans as his hands slide down your sides towards your ass. He squeezes it hard through your silk shorts, and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper.
“So soft…” he hums in approval as he continues wringing your ass.
You lift your hips for him to tug your shorts down roughly, bunching them at your thighs. His palm slides up your inner thigh, his thumb slightly brushing over your clit through your panties. The pleasure makes you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moan.
"You like that, darling?" His voice is soft and low.
You press a hum into his shoulder, his thumb drawing slow circles on your clit, making your thighs shake.
He pulls your panties to the side, grazing his fingers over your folds but never letting his touch linger for long enough. Your eyes squeeze shut as you ramble incoherent words against his skin.
Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you feel your body being lowered onto the soft mattress of the couch. You open your eyes, only to find Jungkook on his knees, shuffling between your partly spread legs.
“Will you spread your legs for me?” he blabs against your panty-clad pussy, hands already on the side of your thighs.
You did exactly what he asked you to, as he sucked a spot just above your underwear before he went up again, circling his tongue around your navel.
You felt euphoric at how he was marking you all over with his saliva. His hands then reached for the last piece of fabric on your body, and his eyes met yours.
“Are you okay? Shall we keep going?”
“Yes, pleaseee.” Your hands reached for his hair again, nails scratching his scalp, making him let out such pathetic noises for you.
He kissed your clit over the panty before he slowly slid the fabric down your body, revealing your pussy.
Jungkook stared at you as if he found the seventh heaven. Your folds were swollen, clit peeking just beneath it, and he couldn’t look away from it, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip.
Your breath hitched at how sensual he looked, his flushed cheeks and doe eyes making him look cuter.
Your wetness clung to the bottoms, and he could see the way your entrance clenched around nothing. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” his eyes locked on your cunt and the way it was oozing arousal.
His lips brushed your mound, and a desperate whine escaped you. He placed a kiss against your pussy mound, “Look at you, so wet f’me…”
His finger strokes your outer lips, spreading your arousal, the sensations making you feel ecstatic. “Jungkook, plea-unh.”
His fingers parted your folds, exposing your clit fully and blowing cool air on it. His eyes constantly checked you for any sign of discomfort but only found you sobbing out lewd noises at his action.
He spat on your pussy suddenly causing you to flinch, as he watched his saliva mix with your slickness. He parted your folds with his thumb, now exposing your clit fully.
“So fucking pretty,” he cooed.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he leaned in, his tongue licking you slowly from your entrance to your clit, and you cried out. He groaned against your pussy as his tongue lapped at your slit, his nose poking your clit.
“mmph-nghhhh,” you murmured curses as you bit into your hand, not being able to help yourself.
“You taste so sweet.” his tongue dived in, now entering your hole, fucking you in and out as your head whipped from side to side. He loved how you tasted, and you smelt sooo good.
He sucked on your folds, his tongue doing different motions until your arousal dripped onto his chin. His loud grunts vibrate against you, making your body quiver involuntarily. You closed your eyes tightly, lost in the feeling.
“Look at me, Y/N,” he coaxed, “Look what you do to me.”
His hands pulled you closer to him, and he pushed your knees until they touched your breasts, exposing your pussy fully in front of him.
“Jungkook- ahmm godd,” you chanted, while he dove back in, his tongue circled your clit before sucking hard and pulling a scream from you. Your hips grind against his face, chasing the pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, darling,” he urged.
He vigorously flicked your clit side to side, and you gripped tight on his hair. “Yessss, grind on my face, ffuck-let me feel you.”
Your thighs shook violently, “jungkook i’m—” you hiccuped.
Your hips rocking faster and faster against his face, seeking relief. “I’m gonna come, Jungkook, pleasee hahh.”
He started eating you out harder, all while his fingers fucked your cunt, making your body tremble violently.
“Yeahh? Then cum for me, darling.”
His tongue replaced your fingers, thrusting back into your entrance as his teeth slightly grazed your clit.
“Ahhh-Jungkookk!” You screamed, your back arching off the couch. Your body jerked against him, as your cum hit him in the face.
Jungkook lapped you through your orgasm, not stopping till he made sure you were licked clean.
“You did so well for me, darling.” He kissed your quivering pussy softly, making you whimper.
Your hands ran through his hair again as his eyes met yours, lips glistening with your juices. He licked his lips clean, his cock still twitching in his shorts.
You lay there still trying to catch your breath, and you tried pulling him towards you. Jungkook stood up, his knees burning from staying bent for so long, as he sat beside you.
He dragged your limp body into his arms, placing your legs over his, drawing little patterns on your back. He pressed chaste kisses on your forehead, nose, and cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his ribs, face already snuggling against his chest.
Jungkook caressed your hair before you spoke, “That was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
His body convulsed with laughter as he placed a finger under your chin to lift your face and spoke, “I’m honored, darling, though you deserve all the best orgasms in the world.”
And fuck- he feels a flood of butterflies in his stomach from the way you’re looking at him with such dreamy eyes and the shy smile appearing on your face.
He’d do anything if that meant he’d get to see that smile of yours.
You stretched your neck upward, capturing his lips in the softest kiss, making Jungkook get goosebumps all over his body.
You broke away from the kiss some time later while Jungkook continued caressing your back.
“You hungry?” He asked casually. “I can make you something while you freshen up.”
You couldn’t help but look at him in shock, your brows contorting with confusion. “But what about you, Jungkook? You didn’t get to…”
He chuckles lightly, pushing the strands of hair away from your face. “I told you, Y/N, tonight was all about you.”
‘’But Jungkook-”
“I didn’t do this just to get something in return, darling.” He cuts you off mid-sentence.
Your face softens at his words, but you still speak, “But still, I don’t like leaving you like this.”
Jungkook breaks into a smile, his eyes glinting with slight mischief. “Aww, don’t feel sad. You can give me my best orgasm ever the next time we do this, hm?”
“We’re doing this again?” You ask, voice laced with surprise.
“You wouldn’t want that?” He got worried if he accidentally crossed the line, but you reassured him with a shake of your head.
“I’d love that!” You giggled as he playfully kissed your forehead.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence; both of your hearts felt full and content as you simply breathed together, sharing the warmth of the moment.
A piercing noise of your daughter crying comes through her room as you jerk against Jungkook’s body at the sudden sound. You quickly get off his body, looking for your underwear.
You run to her in just your hoodie and your panties, picking her up from her crib. Just like how Jungkook told you and what you saw him do, you gently rub Eunha’s back. You coo at her with several ‘what happened, baby?’s and ‘I love you’s, while gently swaying her left to right.
She slowly stops crying and falls asleep in your arms. Jungkook joins you too, now wearing his own crewneck, and he’s left in awe at the sight in front of him.
“You’re a quick learner, aren’t you, darling?” You turn around to look at him, only to find him gazing at you and your daughter with so much fondness.
“All thanks to you, Doctor.” You say with a teasing smile on your face.
At that moment, neither of you knew that the other person had wished for a life just like this. So maybe the Universe is finally listening to you, and this was a start to your manifested lives.
Hence, moral of the story, keep manifesting bitches!! and do listen to everything dr. jeon tells you. Okay bye byee!!!!
Y'all tell me one thing, does fanfics really have to make sense?? Cause currently I'm writing the smut for Hold me close, a cute lil oneshot I'll be uploading soon, where pediatrician!jungkook is calling oc 'baby' while they're doing the deed.
Like it wasn't even weird until I noticed it 2 mins ago. And now it's weird. But i can still force myself to forget abt it, but will y'all be okay???? PLS TELL ME RN IF I KEEP THE BABY OR NO???? Wait no that sounds wrong, nooo do I keep the word 'baby' or will y'all find it weird?????
Y'all tell me one thing, does fanfics really have to make sense?? Cause currently I'm writing the smut for Hold me close, a cute lil oneshot I'll be uploading soon, where pediatrician!jungkook is calling oc 'baby' while they're doing the deed.
Like it wasn't even weird until I noticed it 2 mins ago. And now it's weird. But i can still force myself to forget abt it, but will y'all be okay???? PLS TELL ME RN IF I KEEP THE BABY OR NO???? Wait no that sounds wrong, nooo do I keep the word 'baby' or will y'all find it weird?????
Can you write a Angsty and fluffy fic where the female character is a single mom struggling with raising a new born (maybe postpartum depression) and Jungkook is a quiet but kind neighbor who tries to help her. You can add smut about jungkook taking care of her emotional and tender if there's a good build up for that and not something like one day she is struggling and then they're having sex next day but with a good relationship buildup but if it will make story too long then skip smut.
➹note: Ya'll I'm back!!! I missed writing this fic ngl. So this is a HUGE chapter and a lot is going on in this one. And i am so sleep deprived rn i don't even understanding wtf have i written. Anyways, I hope you guys still like it, i will read it again once i wake up untill then have fun, mwah mwah <3
This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously
The week following the field day settled back into its usual rhythm surprisingly quickly. By noon, you'd already sat through two board meetings, approved a revised expansion proposal for the Singapore branch, rejected three investment pitches that should never have made it past preliminary review, and spent nearly forty minutes listening to a department head explain a problem that could've been solved by reading the email you'd sent him three days ago.
The stack of documents spread across your desk seemed determined to reproduce every time you looked away.
Outside your office windows, the city stretched beneath a cloudless sky, moving with its usual relentless pace, while inside your headquarters, everything functioned exactly as it should. Employees moved efficiently between departments, meetings remained on schedule, and for the first time in days, nobody from your family had called asking invasive questions about your personal life.
A knock sounded against your office door before Martin stepped inside, a tablet tucked beneath one arm and a faint crease between his brows.
"What happened?"
Martin closed the door behind him. "I just received a call from the Jeon Group."
Your eyes lifted from the report in front of you. "It was from Jungkook's assistant."
You leaned back slightly in your chair. "Minjae?"
Martin nodded. "He said there's a meeting scheduled this afternoon and that your presence is required."
A small frown pulled at your features. "A meeting regarding what exactly?"
"That was the first thing I asked."
"And?"
"He wouldn't tell me."
Your frown deepened at that, "He said the details would be explained by your father personally."
That made even less sense. You had attended hundreds of meetings throughout your career. Emergency shareholder meetings, acquisition negotiations, crisis management conferences, but none of them had ever involved this level of unnecessary mystery.
"What kind of meeting is that?" you muttered. Martin opened his mouth to answer just as your phone lit up across the desk.
Dad.
You accepted the call. "Hello?"
"I need you at Jeon Headquarters." No greeting, no explanation, nothing. Just straight to business. Your eyes closed briefly. "Good afternoon to you, too."
"I'll assume that means you're free."
"I'm not. Why am I coming there?"
"We'll discuss it when you arrive."
"Dad."
His sigh carried through the speaker. "You've inherited your mother's patience."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't intended as one." A pause followed. Then more seriously, he said, "Just come over. The discussion concerns the merger, and I'd rather explain everything once than repeat myself four times."
That at least sounded legitimate. You glanced toward Martin. "How long has everyone been waiting?"
"About twenty minutes." After ending the call, you stood and reached for your blazer as Martin immediately straightened. "I'll clear the rest of your schedule."
"Push everything after five and tell legal I'll review their contracts tonight."
He nodded. "And Martin?"
"Yes?"
"If this turns out to be another family intervention disguised as corporate strategy, I'm suing everyone."
The corner of his mouth twitched. "I'll make a note of that."
Twenty-five minutes later, you stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor of Jeon Headquarters, crossing the polished corridor without slowing once as employees greeted you in passing. The receptionist barely had enough time to offer a polite welcome before you were already moving toward the conference room your father had mentioned, your growing irritation fueled by the fact that you'd been dragged away from a perfectly productive afternoon with almost no explanation whatsoever.
The moment you pushed open the doors, however, it became obvious that whatever this meeting was, it had been planned long before you entered it.
Your father sat near the center of the table, Mr. Jeon occupying the seat beside him while Jungkook remained across from them, several reports spread neatly before him as he skimmed through the contents with the sort of quiet focus that suggested he'd already been sitting there for quite some time. The atmosphere in the room wasn't exactly tense, nor particularly hostile. If anything, it felt deliberate, as if everyone present already knew where this conversation was headed except for the two people it directly concerned.
"Sorry," you said, pulling out the nearest empty chair to your father and taking a seat. "Some of us still have companies to run and don't receive mysterious invitations in the middle of the workday."
Mr. Jeon laughed softly at that, exchanging a brief glance with your father before replying, "And that's exactly why you're here."
That answer somehow made you feel less reassured, not more. Setting your phone beside the folder waiting at your seat, you looked between both older men before leaning back slightly. "Alright, I've cancelled half my afternoon schedule for this, so somebody should probably explain what’s up?"
For a moment, neither spoke immediately, your father simply folding his hands together while Mr. Jeon appeared to be considering where exactly to begin. The silence alone was enough to confirm there was more to this than a routine merger discussion.
Eventually, Mr. Jeon spoke. "The merger. I mean, the merger itself isn't causing any problems. In fact, if anything, it's progressing considerably faster than most projections anticipated. The issue isn't the merger, but the attention it's receiving."
Your brows pulled together slightly. "What kind of attention?"
"International attention." Your father slid a folder across the table toward you and waited while you opened it. Almost immediately, several names stood out. Major European investment groups, private equity firms with assets worth hundreds of billions, international consortia, and strategic development funds.
The sort of organizations that rarely involved themselves unless they saw extraordinary potential somewhere. You looked back up. "These groups are interested in the merger?"
"Very interested," your father replied. "Interested enough that we've already received multiple invitations to events we weren't originally expecting to attend."
"Such as?"
"The Global Strategic Alliance Summit in Switzerland."
That answer instantly demanded more of your attention. The summit wasn't merely prestigious. It was one of the most influential corporate gatherings in the world, attended annually by major industry leaders, government representatives, investors, technology innovators, and multinational corporations. Partnerships worth billions were negotiated there. Long-term alliances were established there. Entire industries occasionally shifted direction because of decisions made during those three days.
Across the table, even Jungkook appeared more focused now. Mr. Jeon continued calmly. "This year, one of the summit's primary objectives is the selection of new members for the International Innovation Consortium." You immediately understood why that mattered.
The Consortium wasn't simply a title that companies added to presentations. Membership provided access to international research partnerships, emerging technologies, private investment channels, development programs, and collaborative projects across multiple markets. Being accepted would elevate the merger substantially. "We've already been shortlisted?" you asked.
"Provisionally." The answer came from your father.
"Meaning they're interested in the concept, but before moving forward, they'd like evidence that the leadership structure behind the merger is capable of functioning long-term." You considered that for a moment before nodding slowly. "They want to evaluate the people involved."
"Exactly." Mr. Jeon leaned forward slightly.
"The Consortium evaluates much more than financial performance. They examine executive compatibility, strategic decision-making, leadership dynamics, conflict resolution, long-term stability, and, perhaps most importantly, whether a partnership can continue functioning effectively when placed under pressure."
Your gaze drifted briefly toward Jungkook before returning to the older men. "And their proposed solution?"
"You'll attend the summit together." The words settled across the room.
Neither you nor Jungkook responded immediately, largely because, from a purely professional perspective, it wasn't an unreasonable request. The merger involved both companies equally. Presenting a united leadership structure made sense.
Your fingers tapped lightly against the edge of the folder. "How long?"
"Three days."
You exhaled quietly. Three days wasn't ideal, but arguably worse. Still, it remained manageable. Across the table, Jungkook finally spoke for the first time since you'd arrived. "Three days shouldn't be a problem." His tone remained calm, measured, almost annoyingly practical. Your father appeared relieved by the lack of resistance.
"There's another matter we should discuss while we're all here." Mr. Jeon's expression softened slightly, not apologetic exactly, but aware enough to understand the conversation they were about to have.
"As both of you already know, our families have discussed the possibility of a future marriage for many years. We're not asking for decisions today, and we're certainly not making announcements, but given the scale of this merger, it would be irresponsible not to acknowledge that a formal family connection would strengthen the partnership considerably." The room grew noticeably quieter; neither you nor Jungkook interrupted.
Your father took over. "From a business perspective, investors value stability. Long-term partnerships become significantly more attractive when there are legitimate ties supporting them. The merger already makes sense financially. A family alliance would simply remove additional uncertainty."
Your eyes dropped briefly toward the papers in front of you before lifting again. "With all due respect," you began carefully, keeping your tone polite despite the growing headache forming behind your eyes, "I feel like we're discussing several years' worth of decisions during a single afternoon."
A faint smile appeared on your father's face. "That's a fair observation."
"Besides," you continued, glancing between both men before allowing your gaze to flick briefly toward Jungkook, "if the current objective is proving compatibility, perhaps it would be wiser to start with surviving three days in Switzerland together before planning the rest of our lives."
For the first time since you'd entered the room, a quiet sound escaped Jungkook that came suspiciously close to amusement, and judging by the brief look that crossed his face, he seemed to agree entirely.
At five in the morning, Seoul remained suspended in that strange state between night and day where the city seemed quieter than it ever allowed itself to be, the roads still mostly empty and the skyline softened beneath a pale wash of blue that hadn't yet brightened into sunrise. Most people were asleep at this hour, tucked beneath warm blankets with several more hours before their alarms dragged them into reality.
A suitcase rested beside you near the entrance of your apartment building while your phone remained loosely clasped in one hand, your attention drifting half-heartedly between unread emails and the occasional yawn you failed to suppress. The summit schedule had occupied your thoughts for the better part of the week, and although you weren't particularly concerned about the business aspect of the trip, the prospect of spending three uninterrupted days with Jungkook was proving significantly more exhausting than any investor presentation ever could.
The low hum of an approaching engine pulled your attention toward the street, and moments later, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom eased smoothly to the curb in front of the building, its polished exterior reflecting the glow of nearby streetlights. Of course, it would be a Rolls-Royce, and of course, Jungkook would insist on driving himself. Some things remained consistent regardless of circumstances.
The passenger window lowered slightly. "Morning." The greeting sounded every bit as tired as you felt. Without bothering to hide your exhaustion, you stepped outside and opened the passenger door. "Don't speak to me."
"I wasn't planning to."
"Good." The conversation ended there, neither of you possessing enough energy to continue it.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward. After twenty-five years of existing within each other's orbit, silence had long since stopped feeling uncomfortable. It simply settled naturally between you while the car glided through the sleeping city, both of you content to preserve what little patience remained before sunrise. Streetlights blurred past outside the windows while early morning radio murmured quietly through the speakers, low enough that neither of you paid much attention to it.
You were halfway through another yawn when something caught your eye. A cup of coffee sat neatly in the holder beside your seat. You stared at it briefly before picking it up, the warmth still lingering through the cup. When you looked toward Jungkook, his attention remained fixed on the road ahead. "You become unbearable before your first coffee."
You considered arguing, but he wasn't entirely wrong. The first sip was enough to make existence feel marginally less offensive. "Thank you."
Jungkook glanced at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road. The corner of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly. "Hm." Coming from him, it was practically a heartfelt speech. The rest of the drive passed peacefully, the caffeine slowly working its magic while the city gradually came alive around you. Traffic thickened as dawn approached, office buildings illuminated floor by floor, and by the time the Rolls-Royce turned toward the private terminal, the first streaks of sunlight had begun stretching across the horizon.
Everything moved quickly after that. Private aviation tended to remove most of the inconveniences associated with travel, and within minutes, security formalities had been completed and your luggage handed off to waiting staff. Together, you crossed the tarmac toward the aircraft waiting several hundred feet away, the crisp morning air carrying the faint scent of jet fuel while the rising sun reflected brilliantly across the polished exterior of the Gulfstream G700.
Technically, it belonged to Mr. Jeon, but realistically, nobody treated it as anything other than Jungkook's. The aircraft itself was predictably excessive, furnished less like a plane and more like a luxury lounge designed by people who had forgotten the meaning of moderation. Cream leather seating, polished wood interiors, private conference spaces, and enough room to comfortably host a board meeting greeted you the moment you stepped inside, though neither of you paid much attention to any of it after years of exposure.
You settled into a seat beside the window while Jungkook occupied one across from you, already pulling out his laptop before the cabin door had even closed completely. You opened your own tablet moments later, scanning the summit itinerary once more while the crew completed final preparations around you. Three days of presentations, negotiations, networking events, and enough corporate diplomacy to make anyone question their life choices stretched ahead, each hour meticulously scheduled from morning until night.
Outside the window, the runway slowly came to life. A few minutes later, the aircraft began moving, gathering speed as Seoul disappeared beneath the wings and eventually dissolved into a sea of clouds. Neither you nor Jungkook spoke while the city vanished from view, both absorbed in your respective work as the jet climbed steadily higher, carrying you toward Switzerland, toward the summit, and toward three days neither of you had been given much choice about attending.
By the time the aircraft finally began its descent into Zurich, both of you had long since abandoned any attempt at maintaining a normal sleep schedule. Somewhere over Europe, time had become little more than a suggestion, buried beneath investor reports, summit schedules, interrupted naps, and enough coffee to keep an entire board of directors awake for a week. The twelve-hour flight had passed surprisingly quietly, neither of you particularly interested in conversation and both content to occupy opposite sides of the cabin while occasionally exchanging comments about the itinerary whenever something important caught your attention.
When the wheels eventually touched the runway, a collective sense of relief seemed to spread through the aircraft. You had travelled extensively throughout your life, often more than most people twice your age, but there was still something deeply satisfying about finally arriving after a long-haul flight.
The cold greeted you almost immediately, the crisp, clean sort that seemed unique to European winters, carrying a sharp freshness that cut through the lingering exhaustion clouding your mind. As you stepped onto the tarmac and adjusted the collar of your coat, your gaze instinctively lifted toward the distant mountains visible beyond the airport, their snow-covered peaks illuminated by the pale morning sunlight.
For a brief moment, the scenery made the exhaustion worth it: snow-dusted mountains rose in the distance beyond the glassy expanse of Lake Zurich, while the pale winter sky stretched clear and bright overhead, giving the whole city an almost unreal, polished stillness. Beside you, Jungkook shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and glanced around once before both of you followed the airport staff toward the waiting vehicle.
The drive into the city passed in relative silence, neither of you possessing enough energy to sustain a proper conversation. Outside the windows, Zurich unfolded as something pulled directly from a postcard, with elegant buildings lining pristine streets while trams glided quietly through the city center. Normally, you would've appreciated the scenery more. Today, however, your bed occupies approximately ninety percent of your thoughts.
The hotel only reinforced every wealthy stereotype Switzerland had ever acquired. The lobby alone looked larger than some corporate headquarters, with towering marble columns, crystal chandeliers suspended from impossibly high ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Lake Zurich. Executives, politicians, and investors from every corner of the world drifted through the space carrying expensive luggage and even more expensive watches, many already engaged in conversations that sounded suspiciously like negotiations disguised as casual introductions.
You barely noticed any of it. After a quick check-in process, the concierge handed over your room keys while politely explaining various summit arrangements, though you were fairly certain neither you nor Jungkook absorbed a single word.
"Try not to oversleep," he said as the two of you stepped toward separate elevators.
You rolled your eyes at him. "You're lucky I don't have the energy to argue."
His expression remained perfectly straight as you saw the elevator doors close before you, taking him to the floor his hotel room was on. Twenty minutes later, your suitcase remained unopened near the entrance of your suite while you lay face down across a bed large enough to comfortably accommodate an entire family. The room itself was stunning, featuring a private balcony overlooking the lake, elegant furnishings, and enough luxury amenities to rival a private residence, but you appreciated exactly none of them before exhaustion finally won.
The next time you opened your eyes, sunlight was pouring through the curtains, and for several seconds, you had absolutely no idea where you were. Then it all came crashing down at once: Switzerland, the summit, the merger, and the increasingly concerning number of networking events waiting for you downstairs.
By the time you made your way to breakfast the following morning, the hotel had transformed into a miniature gathering of the global elite. Conversations in multiple languages drifted through the café while executives reviewed presentations over coffee and investors discussed markets as casually as most people discussed the weather.
Jungkook was already seated near the windows overlooking the lake, a cup of coffee resting beside several neatly organized documents. The sight wasn't remotely surprising. If punctuality had ever become an Olympic sport, he would've won gold without trying. As you approached, he glanced up briefly before returning his attention to the schedule in front of him.
"I was beginning to think jet lag had claimed you."
You pulled out the chair opposite him. "Please. I've survived worse things than a twelve-hour flight."
"Your mood says otherwise."
"Oh? I’m in a great mood by the way."
"That's probably the biggest lie either of us has told this week."
A server arrived before you could respond, allowing you to order coffee and breakfast before settling comfortably into your seat. For several minutes, the conversation remained focused entirely on caffeine and food, neither of you willing to discuss business before basic survival needs had been addressed. Once your coffee finally arrived, however, Jungkook slid a folder toward you.
"I went through the updated schedule this morning." You opened it, skimming over the content presented in it.
"There are four networking events, four investor meetings, three panel discussions, two private consortium interviews, and a gala dinner."
You dropped the folder onto the table. "All this in three days?" Jungkook leaned back slightly as a faint huff of amusement escaped him before he reached for his coffee.
For the next couple of hours, the two of you worked through the schedule together, discussing which meetings required a joint appearance, which investors deserved the most attention, and which events could be endured with the bare minimum amount of social interaction. Despite your long history of disagreements, planning with Jungkook had always been frustratingly efficient. There was very little explaining required. He understood your priorities before you voiced them, and you understood his thought process well enough to anticipate most of his conclusions before he reached them.
Eventually, after finalizing a rough plan for the day, both of you agreed to return to your rooms and prepare for the summit's opening events. As you stood from the table, Jungkook checked his watch before looking toward you. "The first reception starts at two-thirty, which means we should probably head down around two. That gives us enough time to get through registration without wanting to murder anyone."
You nodded. "We can do that."
"I'll meet you in the lobby." But before he left, he looked at you in your eyes and, with complete seriousness, he added, "Try not to start any arguments before then."
You stared at him. "If you don’t be an asshole and provoke me to start one."
"I only ever react." And with that, he turned and disappeared toward the elevators, leaving you standing beside the table, wondering how someone could be so consistently irritating before ten in the morning.
Ughh, how are you going to survive with him for the rest of your life if you’re already done with his attitude on the first day of the summit? You can’t marry him, for fuck’s sake.
By the time you reached the conference wing shortly before the opening reception, the summit had transformed the hotel into something resembling a temporary headquarters for the global economy. Executives, investors, diplomats, and entrepreneurs occupied nearly every corner of the building, conversations drifting through the halls in a dozen different languages while assistants hurried between meeting rooms carrying schedules that had already become outdated. The atmosphere carried a peculiar kind of energy unique to gatherings like these, where fortunes could change during a fifteen-minute conversation and billion-dollar partnerships often began with nothing more than a handshake over coffee.
The opening reception proved surprisingly productive. What you had expected to be little more than an exercise in exchanging business cards quickly evolved into a series of meaningful discussions, largely because news of the merger had already spread throughout the summit. Several investors approached you before introductions were even necessary, curious about the scale of the partnership and eager to understand what exactly two of Asia's most influential family-owned conglomerates intended to build together.
To your mild annoyance, you and Jungkook worked exceptionally well as a team. Questions regarding expansion strategy naturally came to you, while operational concerns fell to him, and somewhere along the way, the conversation between the two of you developed a rhythm that made presentations significantly easier than either of you wanted to admit. Whenever an investor pressed for details regarding long-term growth projections, Jungkook would effortlessly steer the discussion toward future infrastructure plans, leaving you to elaborate on market integration and international development. When questions shifted toward finance, governance, or risk management, you often found yourself answering before he had the opportunity, already knowing exactly which concerns required immediate attention.
Several people noticed, one of the American investors even came forward to ask you about it, "Have you two worked together before?" The comment came midway through a private meeting involving several investment groups. You both glanced toward him at the same time.
"Business presentations? Yeah, we’ve done a few." Jungkook asks.
He smiled before continuing, "I'm serious. Most executive partnerships spend months figuring out who should answer which question. You two seem to know automatically."
Neither of you responded immediately. “Maybe because we’ve grown up together.” Almost everyone in the room nodded with approval at your response, as if the fact made more sense to them than it did to both of you.
The remainder of the afternoon passed in a blur of presentations, networking sessions, and private meetings. A renewable energy consortium expressed interest in collaborating on future infrastructure projects, a Scandinavian technology group requested follow-up discussions regarding artificial intelligence implementation, while several European investment firms formally requested access to the merger's financial projections.
A short break followed shortly afterward, allowing delegates a few hours to breathe before the evening networking events began, and after spending the better part of the day trapped inside conference rooms with hundreds of executives trying desperately to sound more important than one another, the executive lounge overlooking Lake Zurich felt almost peaceful.
Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire room, framing the lake and distant mountains beyond it, while scattered groups of exhausted businessmen occupied various corners pretending to answer emails when they were very clearly hiding from further conversation.
You claimed a table near the windows and dropped into the nearest chair with considerably less elegance than your public image would have preferred. A few minutes later, Jungkook appeared carrying two coffees and a tablet. You accepted the coffee from him before letting your attention drift back toward the tablet resting between you, the familiar gold-and-black logo of Helios Capital Holdings staring back from the screen like it had spent the entire day waiting to irritate you personally.
You scrolled through another page of notes before leaning back in your chair. "I don't understand how a company this influential has managed to avoid every single event we've attended today. They skipped the reception this morning, sent representatives to the luncheon instead of showing up themselves, declined three separate investor discussions, and somehow still have half the summit talking about them. At this point, I'm beginning to think they're avoiding us on purpose."
Jungkook glanced up from his coffee. "They're avoiding everyone, not just us. The difference is that most companies spend the day chasing investors, whereas Helios has reached a point where investors chase them. They don't need visibility because everyone already knows who they are, and Reinhardt knows exactly how much leverage that gives him."
You looked down at the profile again. Markus Reinhardt, the founder, chairman, and majority shareholder of Helios Capital Holdings, with net worth large enough to make the numbers feel ridiculous. The photograph attached to the report showed a man in his late forties standing beside a yacht that probably cost more than some corporations.
"He looks like the type of person who enjoys hearing himself talk."
"That's because he probably does."
"No, seriously," you continued, turning the tablet slightly toward him. "Look at this photo and tell me that man doesn't own at least three unnecessary sports cars and a cigar collection nobody asked for."
Jungkook studied the image for a second. "And five yachts too."
"See? Exactly."
The corner of his mouth lifted briefly before he reached for the tablet. "Unfortunately, none of that changes the fact that Helios is the strongest strategic partnership available here. If they back the merger publicly, every remaining concern about our international expansion disappears overnight."
You understood the significance immediately. A company like Helios wasn't valuable because of the money it could provide; what Helios offered was credibility, influence, and access. The kind of endorsement that couldn't be bought because it had to be earned.
"The annoying part is that he knows it," you said after a moment. "Someone like Reinhardt has probably spent the last twenty years listening to people explain why partnering with them would be mutually beneficial. If we walk in there with another presentation deck and a carefully rehearsed pitch, he'll forget about us before we reach the second slide."
"Exactly." Jungkook set his coffee down before leaning back slightly in his chair.
"Which means the numbers aren't the problem. Every company at this summit has numbers. Every company has projections, forecasts, growth strategies, and promises about the future. If Reinhardt wanted spreadsheets, he could have twenty analysts prepare them before lunch."
Your gaze dropped toward the report once again. The more you read about the man, the less he seemed like a traditional executive and the more he resembled someone who made decisions based entirely on instinct. "You know what I think?" you said eventually.
Jungkook looked up. "I think we're focusing on the wrong thing. Everyone keeps talking about Helios Capital as though it were the decision-maker, but it isn't. The company doesn't matter. Reinhardt matters. If he wakes up tomorrow and decides he likes us, the partnership happens. If he doesn't, then every presentation, every projection, and every financial model in the world becomes completely useless."
For a second, Jungkook simply looked at you, then he continued to nod slowly. "That's probably the smartest thing you've said all day."
You narrowed your eyes. "Probably?"
"I'm leaving room for future improvement."
"How generous."
A faint smirk appeared before he glanced back toward the profile. "Still, you're right. This stopped being about Helios several hours ago. The real question isn't how we convince the company."
Your eyes met briefly across the table. "It's how we convince Markus Reinhardt."
After hours of presentations, introductions, and endless conversations with people determined to turn every handshake into an opportunity, sitting at a small sushi counter with only a handful of investors felt almost relaxing. For the first ten minutes, conversation remained comfortably light, drifting between travel, the summit itself, and the peculiar habit wealthy executives seemed to have of collecting watches they never actually wore. It wasn't until Reinhardt's name surfaced that everyone's attention shifted.
One of the older investors let out a quiet laugh as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. "So, have either of you managed to meet Markus yet?"
You shook your head. "We've managed to meet just about everyone except him. Every time we hear he's attending something, he either sends someone in his place or disappears before we arrive."
"That sounds about right," the man replied, clearly unsurprised. "Reinhardt's never enjoyed doing business the conventional way. He hates boardrooms, avoids scheduled meetings whenever he can, and if you ask his assistant for an appointment, you'll probably receive one sometime next year."
Beside you, Jungkook rested his forearms against the counter. "Then how does anyone actually get him to sign anything?"
The investor smiled into his drink before exchanging an amused glance with the man sitting beside him. "You stop trying to meet Helios Capital and start trying to meet Markus Reinhardt. They're two very different things."
You frowned slightly at his response. "Helios is the company. Markus is... well, Markus." He chuckled quietly before continuing. "He's one of those people who enjoys life a little too much. Expensive liquor, exclusive clubs, private casinos, beautiful women—if there's somewhere entertaining to be after sunset, chances are Reinhardt owns it, or at the very least has a permanent table there. Half the deals he's closed over the years have happened with a glass of whiskey in one hand and music loud enough to drown out the conversation."
"So he doesn't separate business from pleasure," you observed.
"He doesn't believe he has to," the other investor answered. "When you're worth as much as he is, people are willing to meet you wherever you happen to be. That's exactly what they've been doing for the last twenty years."
You exchanged a brief glance with Jungkook before looking back at the men. "And tonight?"
The older investor smiled knowingly, almost as though he'd been expecting the question from the moment the conversation began. "If I had to guess?" He took another sip of whiskey before casually adding, "He'll be at Noir. It's one of his strip clubs, a few minutes from here, and whenever he's in Zurich, that's usually where the night ends."
Finally, Jungkook set his glass down. "So," he said calmly, looking at you across the counter, "are we spending the rest of the summit waiting for him to decide we're worth fifteen minutes of his time..."
The corner of your mouth lifted before you finished the thought for him. "...or do we go clubbing tonight?"
Judging by the amused smiles spreading across both investors' faces, they already knew exactly which option the two of you were going to choose.
The decision itself had been made surprisingly quickly. Somewhere between leaving the sushi restaurant and returning to the hotel, what had started as a casual discussion about Markus Reinhardt's habits had evolved into a fully formed plan, one neither of you seemed particularly inclined to question, despite how objectively ridiculous it sounded. Then again, after spending an entire day listening to executives, investors, and consortium representatives speak in circles around a man who apparently treated billion-dollar partnerships like dinner reservations, perhaps showing up where he actually spent his time wasn't the worst idea.
"Shall we leave at eleven?" Jungkook had asked as the two of you crossed the hotel lobby together. You glanced at the time before nodding. "Eleven works."
"I'll have Minjae confirm with his assistant that we're coming." Neither of you acknowledged how unusual the plan actually was.
After all, it wasn't every day that two CEOs travelled across Europe only to spend their evening hunting down another billionaire in one of his own strip clubs. By the time eleven finally arrived, the elegant business atmosphere that had dominated the city throughout the day had softened beneath the glow of nightlife, the streets outside illuminated by rows of lights that reflected across the lake, while luxury cars drifted through the city center, carrying people whose wealth probably rivalled that of several small countries.
The elevator doors slid open onto the lobby, and the first thing you saw was Jungkook. Seeing him should not have affected you the way it did. He stood near the entrance with one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his jeans, his attention focused on something on his phone while several summit attendees passed nearby without receiving so much as a glance. Gone was the perfectly tailored suit he'd spent the entire day wearing. In its place was a black shirt, the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms while the first three buttons remained undone, exposing the silver chain he wore almost every day and had been wearing for as long as you could remember. Combined with dark jeans and the complete absence of a tie or jacket, he looked less like a CEO of one of Asia's largest corporations and more like someone who had accidentally wandered out of a luxury fashion campaign.
You were still walking towards him when his gaze swept over you, lingering for just a second longer than necessary.
You knew exactly what he saw; the sparkly black dress had seemed like a strategic decision when you'd picked it out earlier. If Reinhardt spent his evenings surrounded by excess, luxury, and beautiful women, showing up looking like you were about to attend a shareholder meeting felt counterproductive. The dress itself wasn't particularly complicated, a sleek, sparkly, halter-neck black mini dress with an open back and a silhouette elegant enough to remain tasteful while still ensuring attention would follow wherever you walked. Paired with your Louboutins and a fur coat, the entire look struck precisely the balance you'd intended.
His eyes traveled over your outfit once before returning to your face, and despite the fact that his expression barely changed, you knew him well enough to notice the slight shift in his posture. One corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly as he slid his phone back into his pocket. "Interesting choice."
You arched a brow. "For a club?"
"No." His eyes flickered briefly toward the open back of your dress before returning to your face. "For a business meeting."
A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Who said we're going for a business meeting?" That earned the smallest reaction from him, barely noticeable unless someone knew him exceptionally well. "Looks like you're taking matters into your own hands."
The amusement in his voice was impossible to miss. "Of course I am."
"Should I be worried?"
A smile tugged at your lips. "Not yet." His eyes narrowed slightly. "That's not reassuring." You stepped closer, adjusting the strap of your fur coat before brushing past him toward the revolving doors. "Just wait and watch." Behind you, a low laugh followed.
The drive across the city passed quickly, neither of you discussing the actual meeting in much detail. There wasn't much point, whatever expectations you had built regarding Markus Reinhardt were ultimately based on stories and carefully curated public profiles, neither of which necessarily reflected reality. The only thing everyone seemed to agree on was that the man enjoyed doing exactly what he wanted whenever he wanted, and considering his net worth, very few people appeared willing to stop him.
The strip club itself occupied several floors of a private building overlooking the river, discreet enough from the outside that most people would have walked past without noticing it. The line of luxury vehicles parked outside, however, painted a considerably different picture. Your assistant's arrangements had clearly worked, as the moment you stepped inside, a sharply dressed man approached. "Mr. Jeon. Miss Kim."
Jungkook nodded politely. The man smiled professionally and took both your coats before gesturing toward the elevators. "Please follow me."
The deeper you moved into the building, the easier it became to understand why Reinhardt preferred spending time here. Dim lighting reflected across polished surfaces while music pulsed softly through hidden speakers, strippers scattered all over the place. Private lounges occupied entire sections of the floor, separated by dark glass and velvet partitions designed to ensure that whatever happened behind them remained there.
Eventually, the escort stopped outside a large private booth elevated above the main floor. The moment the curtains were pulled aside, the atmosphere changed entirely. Markus Reinhardt sat at the center of the booth like a king holding court.
Several women occupied the curved leather seating around him, draped effortlessly across the booth as though they'd been there for hours. One rested comfortably against his shoulder, another sat tucked beneath his arm while laughing at something someone had said moments earlier, her fingers lazily tracing the rim of a crystal glass. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume layered over aged whiskey and cigar smoke, creating the sort of atmosphere that felt less like a nightclub and more like a private playground reserved for people who had long forgotten the meaning of limits.
The entire scene radiated excess. Not the loud, desperate kind designed to impress strangers, but the quiet confidence of someone who possessed more money than he could realistically spend and had stopped pretending otherwise.
And seated comfortably in the center of it all was Markus Reinhardt. A charcoal shirt stretched neatly across broad shoulders, the top buttons left undone in a way that suggested deliberate carelessness rather than actual effort, while an expensive watch glinted beneath the dim lighting each time he lifted his hand. Smoke curled lazily through the air from the thick cigar resting between his fingers, disappearing toward the ceiling as he leaned back against the leather seating with the ease of a man who had never once questioned whether he belonged in a room.
For several moments, he continued whatever conversation had been occupying his attention before your arrival, seemingly unbothered by the interruption as one of the women beside him leaned in to whisper something near his ear, drawing an amused chuckle from him while another reached across the table to refill her glass.
Eventually, however, his attention drifted toward the entrance of the booth, and the moment it did, the shift was almost imperceptible but impossible to miss. His gaze landed on Jungkook first, lingering just long enough to suggest recognition rather than curiosity before sliding naturally in your direction.
The moment Reinhardt's attention settled fully on you, the atmosphere around the booth seemed to shift almost imperceptibly. It wasn't dramatic enough for anyone else to notice, yet somehow every person sitting around him appeared to understand that whatever conversation had been taking place moments earlier was no longer the most interesting thing in the room.
"Give me a minute, sweetheart," he said casually, his eyes never once leaving yours.
The woman, who was sitting on his lap this whole time,followed his gaze and immediately understood why she'd been dismissed. Rolling her eyes with the ease of someone who had witnessed this exact situation countless times before, she slid further down the booth and reached for her drink without complaint.
Across the room, Jungkook noticed the entire exchange almost immediately, the way Reinhardt had practically dismissed everyone else the second you'd walked in, the way his eyes had travelled over you without even bothering to hide it, and the way his attention remained fixed in your direction despite the half dozen people surrounding him, as though the rest of the booth had simply ceased to matter the moment you entered.
His jaw tightened before he could stop it, a small reaction that would have meant nothing to anyone else but was enough to tell him exactly how much the sight irritated him, because Reinhardt was not paying attention to the actual reason you'd come here at all and instead seemed far more interested in treating the meeting like a private performance, while beside him you looked entirely unbothered, almost amused, the small smile lingering at the corner of your mouth as you settled comfortably onto the leather couch opposite him making the entire thing feel somehow worse.
“Well,” Reinhardt drawled, leaning back and exhaling a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling, “I have to admit, when my assistant told me that Jeon Jungkook and Kim Y/N wanted a private meeting, I wasn’t expecting the evening to improve quite this much.”
You laughed softly as you crossed one leg over the other, the sound light and easy, and replied, “Careful. That’s an incredibly dangerous thing to say to someone you’ve known for less than thirty seconds.” He gave a low, amused hum and tipped his glass slightly in your direction. “No, what’s dangerous is pretending it isn’t true.”
You tilted your head, a faint smile still playing at your lips. “See, now you’re making me think this is how you greet everyone.” Reinhardt pressed a hand to his chest as though genuinely offended. “Absolutely not. Most people bore me within the first five seconds.”
“And yet we’ve managed to survive thirty seconds.”
“An impressive achievement,” he said, and the amusement in his expression deepened when you laughed again, while Jungkook, watching from across the table, resisted the urge to roll his eyes because the man was ridiculous, but unfortunately, he was also exactly the sort of person they needed.
“I’ve heard quite a lot about you,” Reinhardt continued, reaching for his glass without once breaking eye contact with you, “although I have to say, none of the articles were particularly useful.”
“Oh?” you asked, clearly entertained. “They all talk about your net worth, your acquisitions, your expansion strategies, the usual nonsense. Nobody ever mentions whether you’re actually interesting.”
You let the question hang for a beat before tilting your head slightly and asking, “And what’s the verdict so far?” His gaze held yours for a moment longer than necessary before he smiled.
“The jury’s still deliberating.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to make a stronger argument.” The grin that followed told you he had enjoyed that answer far more than he should have, and for the next several minutes the conversation drifted effortlessly between topics, moving from the summit to investment markets to ridiculous stories involving executives both of you happened to know, with Reinhardt talking easily but, more importantly, listening with the kind of attention that suggested he was used to being the smartest man in the room and expected everyone else to prove they deserved to stay there.
You quickly realised that the easiest way to engage him wasn’t through numbers but through curiosity, so you asked questions, listened carefully, challenged him occasionally when he said something particularly arrogant, laughed when appropriate, and let the conversation settle into the kind of rhythm Reinhardt clearly preferred, one that felt less like a negotiation and more like an evening spent with people capable of keeping up with him.
Which was exactly when you steered it toward business, not abruptly and not obviously, but with enough precision that it felt natural. “You know,” you said thoughtfully, swirling the drink in your glass, “every person we’ve spoken to today seems convinced that Helios is the most difficult company to secure a partnership with.”
Reinhardt gave a quiet scoff, clearly amused by the observation. “That’s because most people spend six months preparing presentations instead of spending ten minutes understanding who they’re actually talking to.”
“And what if someone did understand?” A slow smile appeared on his face.
“Then I’d probably listen.”
“Good.” His brow lifted. “Because I didn’t fly twelve hours to discuss Swiss nightlife.” That earned a genuine laugh from him, the kind that suggested he respected the answer, and the moment that happened, Jungkook stepped in. Up until then, he had been content to let you lead the conversation, but the instant business entered the discussion, his entire demeanour shifted; the relaxed posture disappeared, the amusement faded, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook, CEO of the Jeon Group, was sitting across from Markus Reinhardt with the kind of composed focus that made it impossible to mistake him for anything less than dangerous.
“We’re not interested in a standard investment partnership,” Jungkook said evenly. “If we were, there are dozens of firms here capable of providing capital.” Reinhardt nodded once.
“Agreed.”
“What we’re interested in is strategic expansion.” That seemed to catch his attention immediately, and for nearly an hour afterwards the conversation evolved into something far more substantial, with infrastructure development, European market penetration, renewable energy initiatives, logistics integration and international expansion plans discussed in detail, each topic building naturally into the next while Reinhardt questioned assumptions, challenged projections and occasionally played devil’s advocate simply because he seemed to enjoy forcing people to defend their ideas.
By the time the discussion finally began winding down, several empty glasses occupied the table, and even the women surrounding the booth seemed more interested in drinking than participating, while Reinhardt remained silent for a long moment before setting his glass down and looking directly at both of you.
“I’ll be honest,” he said, and neither of you interrupted. “When my assistant told me you wanted a meeting, I expected another sales pitch.”
“But?” you asked.
“But instead I got a conversation,” he replied, his eyes moving between you and Jungkook, “which is considerably rarer.” A thoughtful expression crossed his face before he leaned back and continued, “Helios has been searching for the right international partners for our next phase of European infrastructure development. We’ve reviewed dozens of proposals over the last year and rejected nearly all of them.”
The significance of that statement wasn’t lost on either of you. “However,” he added, “I think there may be room for a collaboration.” For the first time that evening, genuine interest flickered across Jungkook’s expression.
“What kind of collaboration?” Reinhardt smiled.
“The kind that’s worth several billion dollars if it works.” Silence settled briefly around the booth before his grin widened and he added, “I’ll have my legal team contact yours next week.” And just like that, after one evening at a strip club and a conversation nobody had originally planned to have, the most valuable partnership either of you had hoped to secure at the summit was suddenly sitting within reach.
By the time you and Jungkook finally left Reinhardt’s booth, the club had transformed into something entirely different from the venue you had stepped into earlier that evening. What had been merely busy a few hours ago was now packed to the brim, every level crowded with guests drifting between bars, private lounges, and dance floors while music throbbed through the building loudly enough to seem to settle beneath your skin. Conversations overlapped into a constant blur, laughter rose from every direction, and the air itself felt heavier now, saturated with expensive perfume, alcohol, and the restless heat of far too many people occupying the same space at once.
“Well,” you said as the two of you followed one of the attendants toward the main floor, still half in disbelief that the evening had somehow ended exactly the way you had hoped it would, “I think that went considerably better than either of us expected.”
Jungkook glanced sideways at you, his expression dry in a way that suggested he was already preparing to disagree with whatever came next. “I’ll admit, when you started flirting with him, I thought the entire thing was about to go sideways.”
A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. “Oh please, I knew what I was doing.”
“Sure, mastermind.”
“Exactly,” you said, far too pleased with yourself.
Jungkook let out a quiet breath through his nose and shook his head, already looking mildly exhausted by your confidence. The crowd suddenly thickened around you, forcing both of you to slow down as dozens of people tried to squeeze through the same narrow stretch of the club at once. For a moment, the attendant disappeared entirely from view, swallowed by a sea of moving bodies, flashing lights, and the constant press of strangers brushing past one another in every direction.
Then someone grabbed your waist and pulled you in the opposite direction with so much force you almost fell backward. The contact was so abrupt that your entire body locked up at once. Strong arms wrapped around you from behind while an unfamiliar voice slurred something close to your ear in heavily accented English, and before you could even process what was happening, a startled shriek tore out of you.
Jungkook turned at the sound and in the next second he was already moving, crossing the distance with such speed that the stranger barely had time to register what was happening before Jungkook reached you and yanked you cleanly out of his hold, his expression sharpening into something so cold and furious that it seemed to cut straight through the noise around you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The stranger froze at the look on Jungkook’s face, his confidence draining almost instantly as Jungkook’s hand closed around your wrist and pulled you firmly to his side, the movement sharp and decisive enough to leave no room for argument, and when the man lifted both hands in a weak attempt at innocence, he looked less threatening than startled.
“Hey, relax—”
“No,” Jungkook cut in, his voice still calm but carrying an edge that made it clear he was not in the mood for negotiation. “I suggest you find someone else to bother.”
Something in his expression must have gotten the message across, because the stranger muttered an apology that sounded more like an excuse and disappeared back into the crowd almost immediately, leaving you standing there with your pulse still racing unpleasantly from the shock.
For a second, neither of you moved. You were still trying to steady your breathing, still aware of the lingering heat of the stranger’s hands and the sudden jolt of fear that had flashed through you.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, his tone lower now, the anger now replaced my quite concern.
You nodded, though the answer came out a little more breathless than you would have liked. “Yeah. I just wasn’t expecting someone to—”
“I know,” he said quietly, his attention fixed entirely on you now as his hands settled lightly against your shoulders, steadying you without crowding you, while his gaze remained alert over the people pressing in from every side as though he were already measuring every possible threat in the room.
Without saying anything else, Jungkook shifted behind you and stayed there, close enough that you could feel his presence at your back as you continued forward through the crowd, his hands remaining briefly at your shoulders before easing away, resting lightly at your waist as he guided both of you through the chaos. The arrangement should not have felt as awkward as it did, and yet it did, perhaps because neither of you normally touched each other at all, and certainly not like this, with his hand warm through the thin fabric of your dress.
The crowd compressed again near one of the staircases, and suddenly, there was almost no space left between you. His fingers tightened slightly at your waist whenever the press of bodies threatened to separate you, and each time you slowed to avoid colliding with someone ahead, his hand shifted just enough to keep you moving. None of it was intentional, which somehow made it worse, or maybe better, though you were not entirely sure which answer you preferred.
“Having trouble walking?” his voice came near your ear after you hesitated for a second to avoid crashing into a group ahead of you.
You glanced back over your shoulder. “I think Reinhardt likes me.”
Jungkook took a pause before speaking, “Congratulations.”
You felt your lips twitch. “Wow, so sincere.”
Eventually, the mass of bodies began to thin near the entrance, and the moment there was enough space to breathe properly again, his hand disappeared from your waist almost immediately.
You collected your coats from the attendant waiting near the entrance while the cold night became visible through the glass doors ahead, a sharp contrast to the heat and noise you had just escaped. Outside, the cold air slipped beneath the fur coat draped over your shoulders and brushed against your bare legs while the silence between you settled naturally, different somehow from the familiar quiet that usually followed long meetings or family dinners.
You turned your head toward him after a moment, studying the profile of his face in the dim light before speaking softly. “Thanks for earlier.”
His gaze shifted to you then, brief and steady, and though he didn't answer, there was something in the way he looked at you that made it clear he understood exactly what you meant.
editing never say never ch4 while listening to you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love heheh. the chaptr will be out anytime now, meanwhile yall tell me your fav song from the album. mine is what's wrong with me, honeybee, the cure and my way <3
Well idk whom I can share this , I told my frd but wnaan share , so I'm very orthodox type a girl , never touched a man but in an app , i got dm , and some how it lead to sexting 😭😭😭😭😭 he is sooooo good , I loved it this is my 1st time sexting , I spoke more with him he is my type .
I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE A BAD BOY JUNGKOOK DOING THIS OML😭🤏🏻🤏🏻And good for you girl!!! But also be safe and don't be sending nUdes untill and unless you 100% trust him, okay?
soo, last month only i went on a date with this guy. he was cool, had a nice personality and talked respectfully too. I met him on tinder btw. so when he asked to meet up, i was immediately down and i went to an arcade with him. there, we had lots of fun, he kinda let me win a few games, and even won me a plushie from one of those claw machines. then we had a good dinner and he droped me home. everything felt too good to be true so i tell abt this guy to my friends and everything that happened at the dat. they were very happy for me and i thought that this guy might be it. delusional? i know. but still we used to talk to each other almost everyday, be on calls for hours and i started to go down bad for him. Meanwhile, even two of my other girl friends also found someone of their own and they were also going on dates. Then a few of my other friends, even guys were going on crazy good dates. I mean to say, my entire friend group had extremely good love lives. All of us were really happy like yayy!! So that guy and i decide to meet again but he cancelled last min due to an emergency he had. i didn't really ask much cause it's okay, I didn't mind. Then we met again another day and a fun time. This happened for a few weeks and this week we had another date planned. Btw this guy was already in love with me, wanted to marry me, was looking for a house we can shift in and name of kids we'll have. And bruh I was also so in love like a stupid bitch. So yeah we met for the date, and at the restaurant I asked for his phone to take picture of something and guess what. Yeah you guessed it right. There were probably hundreds of girls replies in his notifications, all saying stuff like okay baby, let's meet tonight, love you too, etc etc. I was so shocked, istg. I opened up those notifications, and this guy doesn't even have a device password. Next level trust this guy had. There were soooo many girls in his contacts, saved as baby, babe, love of my life, sweetie, wife to be, WIFE. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. This guy in front of me, literally all smiling and giggling and going through the menu like nothing happened. Bruhhh even worse, 4 OF THOSE WERE MY GIRL FRIENDS AND EVEN 1 OF MY GUY FRIEND LITERALLY. I didn't even that friend of mine was into boys. I lost my shit seeing all this and I felt like the biggest fool ever. Like how did he fool me like that?????? I was soo mad I literally threw his phone at him and left immediately. Then called all my friends the truth abt that guy and they were shocked too. So yeah, we were all have our best love lives together and we all had our hearts broken together. BY THE SAME GUY 😀
okay now this is some crazy lore drop😭😭😭😭 wdym more than a hundred people??? That's crazyyyy. He didn't have std or smth right. Y'all girlies pls be safe men are disgusting 😭😭😭 (idk how my man(jungkook) isn't (you never know tho)) How the fuck am I going to write this w jungkook as the mc oh lord now I'm stressed😫😫😫
NEW THEME y'all?!! Ho(wanna make out with jungkook sooo bad, like tongue to tonge body to body type shit, saliva mixing and forming a smoothie type shit, sucking his lip piercing and biting on his tongue type shit, giving his tongue a blow job type shit, lips all bruised and red and swollen type shit, lot's of drooling and saliva all over our faces type shit, just sloppy sloppy sloppy make out session at least once in my entire life time pls God) are you guys doing btw :)
Okay guys, as i said i have a few very very very important exams coming up on the next 3 sundays so i'll be MIA for the next month. But i promise when I come I'll be back with never say never ch 4 and atlbty ch 5 IMMEDIATELY. And then we'll be on track and all I'll do is write and brainstorm and bring all my imagination to reality omgg I'm so excited. And I'm planning to change my account's theme too, so give suggestions for that.
Anyways, I don't want my account to go dry while I'm away, so i want you guys to send me your real life cool, cute, funny, fluffy, juicy, spicy even weird or embarrassing experiences, story times, or incidents and maybe I'll start a drabble series where I'll write these incidents down but the mc will be Jungkook and make em a bit more fanfic-y. Y'all can send me ANYTHING okay I'll try to work out something out of everything. And some supercool and juicy story times will get posted here definitely, I want y'all to get the tea mkay.
So chop chop sweeties, type out whatever tea y'all have in your kettles, send me the asks and I'll definitely read them even while I'm away and post the juicy ones here. And I'll start writing abt them once I'm free from the exams. Okayy love y'all mwah mwah <3
Imagine having a very important, like very very very important exam on sunday but instead craving a soft, fluffy and insanely sexy jungkook who's also your husband that too an arranged one but you have started opening up to eachother (a lil bit) and how you follow your usual night time routine but now there's a new step added to it and that is getting railed by your husband every night, like of my lord😭😭 I haven't written smut here even once, and damn I thought I'll wait but ughhh y'all either suggest me smth similar or I'm gonna have to write it😭
no one's probably reading this (I hope) but I've been a writer since what? A month? Bro how the fuck do I already have a writers block?????????????? Is it cause I'm ovulating???? And my precious egg isn't receiving a friend it can spend time with??????? How do I tell my eggs that I'm Iiterally the most bitchless person in the world rn??? Ughhhhhhhhhh. Waw all this dieting and 5am gym for a summer body ain't nobody seeing damn I should have slept instead ughhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanna kms ughhhh hate writers block I had one thing making me fell better now I can't have that either what do I do😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Y'ALL THE WAY LECLERC CRASHED AT LAP 66 LIKE JUNGKOOK DID ON 72 DAMNNNNN DID I PREDICT THAT??? Cause I literally wrote the entire thing on 6th uploaded it and shit then I watched the race only to see leclerc crashing too I was like woahhhhh this is too similar to my story. Also Verstappen didn't finish either and had to stop after lap 1 so he's literally ranked last but hey atleast he won in my ch4 (good4him).
(THIS IS A FAKE TWEET GUYS I MADE THIS FOR MY FIC!!!!)
guyssss, gonna post never say never chapter 4 next!!!!!!! But honestly, I've been only writing and focusing on atlbty that I'm kinda out of nsn. So yeah let's hope I get into the spirits again, this story has sm potential. And I also think I'm not giving my 100 percent into this fic, it makes me kinda sad and I can't help but start thinking if anyone else would have been writing this story, it would have been sm better😭😭😭😭😭 But I'll try not to get too stressed and depressed abt it cause ik I'm new to this. Anyways guys, ch 4 will take some time to be out. ughhhhhhh I feel so demotivated rn someone helpppppp I wanna kms😭😭😭
