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you've been best friends with nba star jeon jungkook since he was a skinny point guard for your high school team in the middle of nowhere. over ten years later, you remain the one calm constant amidst his hectic life of chasing greatness on the court. you've seen jungkook through all - his struggles, his successes, and especially his god-awful love life. when his recent engagement goes awry, he decides he's had enough following heartbreak after heartbreak. meanwhile, you've grown numb to the mere idea of love in favour of building your career. pent up frustrations come to a head and caution is thrown to the wind, as you and jungkook promise it's just one time. a drunken night between two friends and two lines on a pregnancy test later, your lives change. unsurprisingly, jungkook promises to stick by you no matter what. marrying your best friend shouldn't be a bad idea, especially when he's the father of your child. when the two of you continue to cross unexplored territory, you don't know if you have the guts to admit that you want more.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ pairing: famous athlete!jungkook x reader ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ content/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, friends with benefits, unplanned pregnancy, whirlwind (platonic) engagement (of convenience), power dynamics (jk is rich and reader isn't lol), alcohol and recreational drug use, both characters have abandonment issues whoops, also they're in heavy denial, smut (unprotected sex, reader is 3-4 months pregnant, oral sex (f. receving, m. receving) soft dom jk, fingering, breast play, dirty talk, big dick jk, squirting, public sex, spanking, hair pulling, riding, multiple orgasms), fluff, light angst, no use of y/n ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ notes: hi all, thank you so much for all the love and support so far!! here's the second part of starlight i'm ngl it's super jam packed so hold on tight lmao there's a lot happening here also yes jk's teammates are guest appearances by other idols and no i don't think a team of a bunch of five foot something asian men would make the nba eastern conference finals (shoutout to my 5'7 goat on the chicago bulls yuki kawamura tho) but i have plans for spin offs on them just bc i love basketball aus <3 anyways hope y'all enjoy and as usual i love feedback and comments it fuels me :) again since this is a three shot there's just one more part after this!!

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AUGUST

when you’re both twenty years old, there’s one night where you and jungkook walk home in the middle of the night from some party on greek row. you both live on campus and instead of sharing an uber back, you link arms with him and guide each other back to the dormitories, giggling drunkenly with one another. the april air is warmer than it should be this time of the year, but neither of you mind. the streets are empty and the sounds of your footsteps fill the night. the walk is filled with sarcastic jokes and banter about how the night has unfolded and what’s to come for the week ahead.

“both my parents are coming for the semifinal game on wednesday,” jungkook complains and you know why. every time his mom and dad are in the same vicinity, some sort of verbal argument breaks out.

you can relate. it’s also hard for you to get your parents in the same space without some sort of problem.

“god, i swear i’ll never marry someone and put my kid through a divorce like that,” you grumble, kicking a rock in your path. you nearly tumble in your drunken state, but jungkook steadies you with hands on either side of your shoulders with a laugh.

that was ages ago. you still agree with what your younger self said, though. all you ever wanted for your future child, should you have one, was stability. you wanted a roof over their head where both of their parents lived in harmony. that was before you decided that you didn’t even want to get married, though.

when jungkook proposes to you, these ideas of stability suddenly seem ridiculous. but, he has the same thing on his mind when he asks.

a day later, after he gives you space to mull about his sudden proposal, jungkook comes over to your apartment for dinner. you make his favourite stew and answer the door with a certain nervousness that you’ve never felt before when hanging out with jungkook. he smiles when you let him in and for the first few minutes, you make small talk as if nothing is different.

he sits at your tiny dining table for two, across from you as you plate dinner for the both of you.

when you join him, you finally get to the point.

“i don’t think we should get married, koo,” you say, sighing heavily.

jungkook doesn’t flinch. he shovels a spoonful of beef into his mouth, as if you’re discussing the weather.

“have you thought about it?”

“yes, and doesn’t it feel a little silly?” you laugh awkwardly, picking at the rice in your bowl.

until that night in june, you never even saw jungkook in that way. you couldn’t imagine yourself in anything but this friendship with him. the two of you got along and he wasn’t bad looking, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. after a decade of friendship, it just never blossomed into a real, tangible idea.

plus, you’re kinda the rebound. at least, that’s the way you see it. that’s perfectly fine when it was supposed to be a one off arrangement to fuck and get all of your respective frustrations out, but getting married is different.

jungkook licks his lips, pondering deeply. “i think it makes sense.”

you give him a pointed look. jungkook has a tendency of acting first, thinking later. everything was always picture perfect in his mind and you think it’s just another case of that. sometimes, you swear the man lives in a fairytale.

“in what world does us getting married make sense?”

he almost appears offended, eyebrows furrowed. “well, for one, this is my child, too. and i want to take care of the both of you!”

bless his heart, jungkook never fails to have the best intentions. you, however, are still frazzled by the idea alone. you lean over and put a hand over his, just as you did yesterday at the highway lookout.

“we don’t need to get married for you to be present,” you counter softly.

“it’s practical,” jungkook argues, squeezing your hand back. “i have amazing health insurance and it makes sense for both of you to be under it. i want to provide for you. and, listen, what about our kid getting to have both parents around?”

your eyes soften. “we can’t just get married because it’s convenient. i am sure that you will still be around,” you say. “look, marriage is no joke -”

“- neither is having a kid together,” jungkook cuts you off and your heart flutters slightly at the word together. that is what this is, though. you have decided that you’ll be having this baby and jungkook has declared that he will be here throughout it all. “you’re my best friend, i love you, and you’re having my kid. why wouldn’t we get married?”

at that, you do frown slightly. you never envisioned yourself getting married and especially not in a situation where you didn’t love someone. well, in a way, this isn’t that. you and jungkook do love each other, but you’re sure that it’s not the kind of love you had in mind.

“jungkook, what if you finally meet someone that you actually want to marry?” you reply and you can’t help but laugh because the argument is growing.

jungkook’s face darkens and you realize that you’ve hit a nerve.

you recall the rambling jungkook made the night where the two of you got drunk and slept together. he made all these wild declarations of never getting married and that he’ll never trust another woman ever again after mariana. they were fair statements to make after all the shit he’s gone through, but you didn’t actually take them seriously back then. he just seemed heartbroken and you were sure he would bounce back after meeting the right woman.

he shakes his head. “it’s not happening. i’ve given up on that stuff,” jungkook asserts and his tone leaves no room for argument. “and, if you meet someone, then fine.”

“i never wanted to get married in the first place,” you remind him, looking at the ceiling.

“exactly. so, why not get married to me?”

you expect a back and forth when you invited jungkook over to dinner tonight. he still kept the whole idea of getting engaged on the drive back yesterday and you put a lid on it for the meantime, citing that you can talk about it over food. you just didn’t realize how serious jungkook was about the whole thing, until now.

sighing, you say, “this is an absolutely insane idea, koo. we can’t just get engaged because it’s convenient.”

“it isn’t a crazy idea,” jungkook continues to argue. “what about all those people that make pacts with their best friends? the ones that promise to get married at, like, thirty five if neither of them find anyone else?”

“those people are just lonely,” you huff. “and crazy.”

you try and imagine a world where you and jungkook are married. when you do, it’s a scary thing to see that it honestly is not much different than the world where you are in right now. the only difference would be a kid together and living under the same roof. a part of you slowly starts to see where jungkook is coming from, but you’re too stubborn to actually admit it. you think of waking up to jungkook packing your kid’s backpack for school and vacationing to disney world and growing old together. the same inside jokes fill silences and so does the safety you feel around your best friend, who has never failed to show up for you when you need him the most.

well, except for the being in love part and the intimacy.

technically, you do love jungkook. and the intimacy has already long occurred.

so, you relent. not all the way, but you sigh and lower your guard.

“how about. . .maybe. for now, it’s a maybe.”

jungkook nearly leaps out of his seat, even if your answer isn’t complete. it’s more than enough for now. he launches himself towards you when he does so, leaning down to pull you into a tight embrace. all of your sarcastic deflections die when you feel his warmth and for the first time since seeing those two lines on the tests, you relax. you relax in your best friend’s arms and you let him hold you.

he whispers into your hair. “you’re not alone. i’ll never let you be alone.”

it’s not like you ever doubted jungkook’s earnest pledges. you know that he’ll always be there and that he’ll provide in every way that he can. but, when you hear it as he holds you tight, you melt. you melt and succumb to the point where you’re sobbing into his chest. you don’t even know when the tears come, but it’s like your heart has finally softened from his words alone. the tears stain his shirt, but he doesn’t falter even a little bit.

you finally let yourself feel everything and it comes out in babbled tears. jungkook continues to just embrace you and he also cries. it’s silent and you can only really tell by the way his shoulders shake, but he also lets his heart soften - so long as you’re in his arms. he doesn’t cry in front of anyone but you and in a way, you’re also holding him tight.

“i’m scared, too,” he finally admits through your shared tears and you nod in understanding.

neither of you have ever been confident in love. someone always leaves. it’s a gamble to go through with this as friends.

you make one last promise, in spite of the guilt you feel for the rest that you’ve broken. “you know, i got you, too,” you murmur. “we’ll do this. together.”

the situation you’re in is strange and unknown, but jungkook isn’t. he’s familiar and safe. you think of the life ahead of you, where you’ll be having a baby with your best friend. even through your shared tears and shaking shoulders, the two of you have each other - not unlike how it’s been since high school. you push away all the complications and whatever untouched feelings hiding at the bottom of your heart for now.

you’re unsure of how life is supposed to go on after this conversation with him. the end of summer is fast approaching and that means jungkook is supposed to go back to work once the nba season starts up again when the leaves change. you also go back to work, while grappling with all the logistics of the next eight months or so to come. you don’t want to put your career on hold until you’re physically unable to do your job, so you do your research on how long you have. you also have to look up policies on maternity leave and at the same time, get familiar with all these other things like nutrition and figuring out more doctors’ appointments.

i’m ordering these parenting books lmk if theres one u think sounds interesting and i’ll let u read it first, reads one of jungkook’s texts the very next day.

he’s more prepared than you, even. he immediately makes a shared calendar for the two of you, where he’s already scheduled a parenting course for himself and links you the family centre in case you want to join him. you barely have time to think about anything else, but jungkook is one step ahead of you, especially when he calls you on your way to work. it’s like his mind is racing with everything related to the baby.

“i’ll talk with you soon, i have to get to the clinic,” you say into your phone the next morning, when jungkook calls to see how you’re doing.

you have a feeling that this is going to happen often. jungkook has always been quite protective over you and now knowing that you’re carrying his child, you can only hope he isn’t too overbearing. still, he cares. he genuinely cares so deeply for you and for this baby and despite the circumstances, you can’t imagine a better father.

jungkook stops what he's doing and you can tell because the random rustling on the other line just pauses. “wait, what?”

“what? i’m going to work?”

you can already feel what jungkook is about to say next. to be frank, he should know better. he knows how much you care about your job and how ambition practically runs in your veins like blood. you’re happy to see that, after a few moments, jungkook doesn’t end up protesting. instead, he collects himself and approaches the topic respectfully.

he clears his throat after the five seconds of silence. “is there any chance you can meet me in the middle about this?” he asks.

you pause, too. “what do you mean?” your answer is slow, not sure where this is going. jungkook must know that you’re not going to give up your job.

jungkook sighs. “i’m not asking you to quit your job.” there it is, out there first and made clear. “but, would you consider working closer to me?”

“i’m still confused here, jungkook.”

“the team has in-house chiropractors. would you consider coming to work for the titans?”

since jungkook has shot to fame and success, you’ve vowed to never use it to your own advantage. everything that you’ve built for yourself has come from solely yourself - from your shitty tiny apartment to the job that you finally secured after what felt like hundreds of interviews after graduation. you still make a fuss when he buys expensive gifts for you, even to this day. accepting a position with the new york titans, no matter how good that looked for your resume, is out of the question.

you let out a strangled laugh. “come on. you can’t be serious.”

jungkook responds and it sounds like he’s been working on this argument for a while now. “you still get to work and do what you do. you’re my pregnant fiancée -”

“- didn’t agree to that last part yet -”

“- and i would just feel better knowing that you’re nearby. you can come with us to road games and i’ll never have to be too far from you. there are times where we’ll be in different time zones and what if something happens to you? you have no other family in the city!”

you huff loudly, pressing your lips into a thin line. going through your first pregnancy with no one else around you at times does sound pretty rough. you also don’t want to quit your job and although it isn’t said aloud, you won’t have to worry about money if you’re working for the titans - as if you were ever going to when jeon jungkook is the father of your child. but, the offer is sudden and takes you off guard.

you’re locking the door to your apartment with your phone at your ear, as you silently mull over jungkook’s persuasive arguments.

“i don’t know,” you say, rubbing your temples. “are you sure that’s even a good idea? mixing your personal life with your work life?”

“you know how many of the players are fucking cheerleaders? what about queer athletes that date their teammates!” jungkook tries to object. “seriously, i do not mind. in fact, i prefer it.”

honestly, fair point. at least in jungkook’s defense. you, however, still remain unsure. you’ve never dated a coworker - or would jungkook be a client? nonetheless, you guys aren’t dating. that was another issue that had yet to be smoothed out and it was what the two of you were supposed to tell people. jungkook could pass you off as his pregnant partner, but your families will know otherwise. you groan thinking about all of these things, while also considering the idea of working for jungkook’s team.

you make your way to the elevator, checking the time to make sure you aren’t going to be late. “give me a few days to think about it. i have to consider myself and everyone else at the clinic, too.”

soon, you’re signing the contract for your new job with the new york titans and saying goodbye to your coworkers at the clinic. you come to the decision that you would rather have jungkook around. the deal is made in just a few days and you try to not throw up at your new salary written on the contract.

you don’t have to start work for another few weeks because it’s still the basketball off season. in the meantime, you and jungkook decide that it’s time to tie up loose ends with your apartment and make the trip to tell your respective families the news about the baby.

plus, figure out whatever the hell you’re going to tell them.

originally, you didn’t want to move in with jungkook. you thought that changing jobs would be enough. but, then, you found yourself at jungkook’s place several days in a row.

it’s almost like how things were before jungkook got engaged, when he would be in between girlfriends and you didn’t feel like you were overstepping boundaries. you know that having being in such close proximity to jungkook never felt comfortable for his girlfriends and you often respectfully took a step back when he was in relationships. it wasn’t like you would ever drift away as friends because of it - you’re practically family after over a decade of being in each other’s lives. it was just. . .comfortable distance. but, when things were normal and he was single? you guys spent so much time together, from binging television together to gym trips to going out for food.

“i really don’t wanna be pushy,” jungkook suddenly says one morning, interrupting your game of scrabble. “but, don’t you think it would be easier if you lived here, too?”

currently, you’re dressed in one of jungkook’s hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants because this is the third night in a row you’ve spent in his guest bedroom. the two of you sit cross-legged around his coffee table with takeout noodles scattered around the board. it’s akin to your summer nights in high school, before either of you had jobs or responsibilities. back then, the two of you would stay up all night playing games or talking on his roof because there was nothing else to do the next day.

you pause in the middle of pulling some new letter tiles. “like, live here?” you repeat, eyebrows raised.

when you came to hang out with jungkook, you didn’t even really have the pregnancy in mind. you just wanted to spend time with him, especially after all the drama that’s happened. the two of you tried your absolute best to carry on with life as normal and it almost felt like jungkook really meant it when he said everything goes back to normal, back in june. except for the child growing in your belly, of course.

“yeah. you could move in.”

with impeccable timing, there is a sudden weakness in your limbs. it’s slow and subtle, until it reaches your stomach. it’s all too familiar and jungkook’s words nearly go through one ear and out the other because of the overwhelming wave of nausea that washes over you. sounds begin to blur together, the lights are sharp, and the noodles in front of you suddenly smell disgusting. you already know what’s happening and, so in tune with your body and mannerisms, he also knows what it is.

you heave yourself to your feet and make a beeline for the nearest toilet. jungkook trails after you and before your head is hovering over the bowl, he’s already right behind you with his large hands holding your hair back.

some seriously undignified sounds spill out of you as your stomach empties and convulses as you retch. your body curls inward without thinking. at this point, you’re so used to the morning sickness that you just sit there, going along with it and hoping that it ceases as soon as possible. it helps when jungkook soothingly rubs your back, muttering whispers of how well you’re doing.

it’s been nice having him around for these parts of the pregnancy. you know he’ll help you throughout it all, as everything progresses and you’ll need more and more help. the room is tilted on his axis, but he’s clear as day.

“sorry -”

“- don’t be sorry,” he interjects softly, letting you catch your breath.

jungkook has been throwing himself into studying and research about pregnancy and childbirth. hell, he’s probably more prepared than you are. he’s not even fazed by your morning sickness and you don’t think he ever has been.

after a few moments, your stomach settles. jungkook has removed your zip up sweater when he notices your sudden chills while sweating. then, it’s just the earlier conversation hangs in the air.

he sits there patiently, probably not even thinking about his offer and is waiting for you to be okay.

you blink slowly, finally bringing it up again. “are you sure me moving in is a good idea? seeing me at home and then seeing me at work?”

jungkook smiles and sits beside you on the bathroom floor. the two of you are crossed legged on the tiles, facing each other.

“well, uh, i was assuming that we’d be spending most of our time together outside of work anyways,” jungkook replies sheepishly, scratching his neck. “that’s what we usually do, right? so, will it really make a difference?”

considering your current state and the way you’ve been here for several days without trying, an argument dies in your throat. again, it seems like there’s more benefits rather than drawbacks if you stay near jungkook. he doesn’t treat it like an obligation, but like it just. . .makes sense.

he pushes some hair out of your face as you think. it’s hard to concentrate when he does that, though, as jungkook has been growing increasingly more comfortable with touching you in subtle ways. he’ll place his hand on your waist or tug you by the hand - things that he would sometimes do before, but now happen everyday. you think he’s just being overprotective of you physically because of the pregnancy and brush it off.

the move is finalized not long after and jungkook arranges for some movers to bring your belongings over to his condo. even with your protests, he insists to pay the rent for your studio apartment so you can keep it and go back whenever you want. it’s a nice gesture and it shows that he still cares about you having your own space.

meanwhile, the weekend of the move is the only time that you can jungkook can make the visit back to your hometown.

jungkook flies you out in first class - no surprise there. it’s luxurious despite the short domestic trip and you’re familiar with the surroundings because he’s bought you first class tickets for important playoff games, which you couldn’t decline for such important events. now, being pregnant with his child, it’s like jungkook takes every opportunity to spoil you.

still, you think that the mercedes benz sprinter that comes to pick up you and jungkook from the airport is overkill.

“a taxi would have been fine,” you mutter to him, sliding into the backseat. you see the wicked grin on his face and you immediately know what’s coming next, so you put a hand up. “don’t start with the whole ‘my pregnant fiancée’ thing -”

jungkook just laughs and reaches over your lap to put your seatbelt on for you.

“whatever,” he says, poking your nose.

the drive from the airport to his mom’s house is only an hour, but rush hour traffic extends the journey by another thirty minutes. you’re not sure if it’s a blessing or curse to have this extra time - to have more time to set a game plan with jungkook about how you’re going to approach this, but it’s also extra time to drown in your nerves.

your childhood home is just down the street from where jungkook’s mom lives and you both ask your mothers to have dinner together under the pretense of celebrating his birthday early. the two women are close friends themselves, so it’s not difficult to arrange. then, you’re supposed to go see your dad tomorrow for lunch and jungkook’s father in the evening. it’s a weekend with a very tight schedule, especially when jungkook has to be back in new york on monday to film a commercial. and then. . .you’ll be living with him come your respective returns to the city.

at six in the evening, the sun is still out bright for tonight’s summer evening and you feel the warmth on your cheeks as you and jungkook talk in the car. you’re both about twenty minutes away now.

you fidget slightly with your hands in your lap. “my mom is gonna kill us,” you groan.

the last thing you’re looking forward to is drilling into your mother’s head that you had the unfortunate luck of being the one percent that birth control fails.

jungkook shrugs, completely unbothered. “your mom loves me.”

“enough to excuse having a child out of wedlock?”

“yes.”

“well, she doesn’t love me enough to excuse having a child out of wedlock,” you retort back and lean your head back on the leather seats.

the whole situation is so bizarre that you have no idea how anyone is going to react. it’s especially messy considering jungkook just broke off his engagement to mariana a few months ago. it all just made you look bad. or maybe you’re just used to seeing the woman get crucified in these situations.

it’s as if jungkook reads your mind because he suddenly puts his hand over yours.

“hey, look at me,” he murmurs. “don’t worry about what they say. seriously, remember what i said? i got you.”

jungkook has defended you and stepped up for you for the better part of your life. that isn’t going to change anytime soon.

SEPTEMBER

to you, it’s like jungkook’s birthday has seemingly lasted for weeks on end. there were the celebrations with his family and now, you’re standing in the middle of a private yacht in the middle of the east river with his friends. it’s more than a little awkward to be in the thick of it all while being stone cold sober, but jungkook has kept an arm around you the entire time and despite it being a party for him, has ensured that you have everything you need the entire night.

the sun is just about to set over new york city, shades of clementine and pink painted clouds floating in the sky like cotton candy. it’s warm in a way that isn’t overwhelming, but the last touches of summer fading in the air. soft waves ripples beneath the boat and your surroundings smell like salt and liquor. in the distance, the vast skyline of the city feels somehow calm.

“you two are just adorable.”

it’s yeonjun, a forward for the titans and one of the teammates of jungkook’s that you’re more familiar with. you’ve met him on countless of occasions before and he’s always been nice to you. he’s eying the way that jungkook a tight grip around your waist with a smirk.

by chance, you and jungkook end up picking out matching outfits. he’s wearing a linen button down and white shorts. you have on a white two piece maxi set with a deep v-line. you nearly convinced jungkook to change, but he kept remarking that the two of you look cute. safe to say, he isn’t the only one who thinks so.

“yeonjun!” jungkook exclaims happily and lets go of you momentarily to hug his teammate, but returns to you right afterwards.

jungkook insisted that you come tonight because it’s supposed to be a good opportunity to meet all of his teammates. you have met some of them in the past, but these are going to be the men that you’ll be working with at the end of the month when training camp starts.

“happy birthday man,” yeonjun congratulates, clapping his older friend on the back. then, he smiles at you and says your name in greeting. “you look beautiful.”

you swear you catch jungkook side eying yeonjun when you reply back. “thank you,” you say, returning the smile and a side hug.

“so, uh, what’s the deal with you guys?” when yeonjun pulls back, he’s still staring at the two of you like a puzzle he can’t solve.

this is it. this is the first person who gets to hear the news and at the very least, you’re glad it’s yeonjun, who knows the long history between you and jungkook. you’ve been worried that some of his teammates would assume that you’re some random girl that has baby trapped jungkook.

it was scary enough telling your families and the reactions were mixed, to say the least. you and jungkook had to repeatedly emphasize that you aren’t dating (which his mother seemed very disappointed about) and then he had to go and tell your parents that he wants to marry you. he literally asked your dad for your “hand in marriage” - even though you still haven’t given jungkook an answer and that you preferred to not mention a wedding anytime soon. otherwise, your families are rightfully confused, but are excited about the baby and are at least at peace knowing that you two have each other’s backs, as you always have.

jungkook pulled your dad aside during that weekend and talked to him privately. when you confronted him afterwards, he did admit that he asked for your dad’s permission to marry you. after you hit him upside on the head for such a medieval inquiry, you expected your dad to go and blab to your mom - despite the fact that they barely talk in the first place, it seems like they’ve been trying to play nice in the family group chat with the impending arrival of their first grandchild. your dad has still kept his mouth shut, to your delight, because you still aren’t sure about this whole marriage thing.

moving in is one thing. working for jungkook’s basketball team is another. but, this is marriage. never anything you wanted to take lightly.

jungkook answers yeonjun after you squeeze his waist in encouragement.

“we’re together,” he starts slowly. “and, uh, we’re expecting.”

well, not totally false. not totally true either, but you don’t wanna be all over tmz tomorrow when the news spreads that jungkook has suddenly found a new fiancée, at least not yet. saying that you're together is. . .fine and having a baby is easier to keep under wraps than a wedding.

yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “what?” he says, breathlessly chuckling. “you guys are finally together? no way - holy shit, congratulations!”

a tight smile spreads on your lips, which you definitely need to work on if you’re going to be meeting the rest of his teammates and announcing the pregnancy. then, you take a moment. finally together? you don’t have any more time to think it over because yeonjun pulls the both of you into a tight hug.

jungkook grins proudly. “thank you, thank you,” he responds. “you’re the first to know tonight.”

“i’m honoured,” yeonjun muses, taking a sip of his beer.

“we also may or may not have a new chiropractor for the team,” jungkook says, nudging towards you.

you’re not a fan of the obvious nepotism, but it explains itself when the person knows that you’re carrying jungkook’s child.

you nod, trying to not sound so nervous. “i’ll be working with you guys once training camp starts.”

yeonjun is absolutely ecstatic and starts talking about how you’re going to love working with the titans organization and how nice the team’s private plane is.

“so, how did this even happen?” he suddenly asks, gesturing to the two of you. he doesn’t even question the validity of jungkook’s announcement and seems content by just the look of you and jungkook attached to the hip. “i mean i saw it coming, but wow, you guys wasted no time -”

“- okay, okay, that’s enough.” jungkook cuts yeonjun off with an anxious laugh. you figure that talking about moving on from mariana so soon is awkward for him.

wait, yeonjun saw what coming?

the man still continues, smiling from ear to ear. “i mean, come on, you guys look so good together. i always swore that you would end up together -”

something similar left your mother’s lips the weekend that you and jungkook came to visit. when you informed her that you’re pregnant, she immediately assumed that the two of you are now together. you were able to gently let her down and explain the situation to her, but not before she exclaimed that it’s ‘about time’ or whatever that means. you figure that your families have always assumed that there’s something secretly going on between the two of you just because you’re a man and a woman - so, you ignore it, the same way you’ve ignored it all your life.

you do the same for the rest of the night, when similar statements pop up from jungkook’s colleagues. some of them that haven’t gotten to know you before give you the side eye for seemingly appearing as the rebound, until jungkook steps in and mentions that you’ve both known each other all your lives. apart from that, his teammates and other friends congratulate the two of you.

the worst of it is over by the end of the night. you and jungkook sit in an uber back to his condo - technically, yours now, too.

"the cat’s out of the bag,” you mutter, leaning your head back in exhaustion.

everyone who needed to know now is aware of the pregnancy. you’ve met his teammates and exchanged pleasantries before your first day of work. meanwhile, your families are still unsure of what to think - mostly when you and jungkook explained that you aren’t together. it looked like they were confused at most, especially when jungkook began hinting at a wedding.

hell, even you’re confused now.

jungkook tugs you over so you can shift your head from the leather seats to his shoulders. you’ve noticed a steady increase of physical touch from him in the past few weeks since everything went down, but have yet to comment on it. it seems protective, the way he’s always got a hand on the small of your back or the way he offers his shoulder to save you from neck pain. so, you lean on him and let out a sigh, just thinking about all that’s happened tonight.

“the guys were all nice to you?” jungkook asks, tone wary. you know he’ll set anyone in their place, should they do anything to offend or upset you, but it’s different now that you’re in such close proximity to his teammates.

you chuckle. “they were fine, koo,” you respond. “don’t you think they’re probably a bit judgy because it looks like you’ve moved on so fast from mariana?”

“trust me,” he snorts. “the guys have done dirtier things to women. me having a baby with my best friend after i call off my engagement is practically disney channel worthy compared to that.”

“touché.”

the two of you arrive home - it’s still a bit strange calling jungkook’s place home. you’ve been against roommates for years to the point where you’ve settled for contributing nearly eighty percent of your income towards the atrocious new york city rate for a studio rental. jungkook’s condo is so spacious that it’s not as bad as you think.

you’ve been staying in one of his extra bedrooms, once a guest room, and have pretty much moved all of your belongings in. there hasn’t really been a real discussion on whether or not this living arrangement is going to be permanent once the baby is born and you figure that jungkook is still waiting on your answer to his proposal for that to happen.

still. it’s comfortable and the two of you fall into an easy rhythm after you move in.

“you hungry?” jungkook asks, hanging his keys by the door when the two of you arrive. it’s nearly one in the morning, but you haven’t had much to eat tonight except for little hors d'oeuvres at the party.

“starving,” you chuckle. “i’ll come out in a second - i’m just gonna wash up,” you say.

the whole scene is very domestic and you’re taken aback at how smooth the adjustment is in. jungkook heads towards the kitchen to heat up the dinner that his personal chef prepared him and you go into your bathroom to take off your makeup.

a knock interrupts you and he’s by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame - until his eyes fall on you.

you jump, especially since you just stripped down to your underwear. you’re just in your flesh-coloured bra and panties set, clothes strewn across the bathroom floor.

“jesus!” you exclaim, hand over your heart. “your footsteps are like a mouse, you know?”

jungkook clears his throat and has turned away, obviously having not expected you to be nearly naked. “sorry -” he says, cheeks slightly pink. “- i, uh, was pouring myself a drink and just came to ask if you wanted me to make you a shirley temple or something.”

even though it was a celebration for his birthday, you noticed that he didn’t go too crazy with liquor at the party and you suspected that it was because he wanted to watch over you.

“you can look, you know. it’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”

he lets out a strangled laugh and finally faces you. you can tell that he’s straining to keep his eyes above your shoulders and your body stiffens a bit. you’re not sure why.

jungkook scratches the back of his neck. “right, sorry,” he apologizes again. “just don’t wanna make it seem like i’m invading your space.”

you did leave your bedroom door open just now and you have your own habit of bursting into jungkook’s room unannounced, so you don’t even flinch. it’s only fair. you don’t even really care that you’re practically naked in front of him when you’re carrying his damn demon spawn.

“it’s fine, stupid.” you turn back to the sink, bending over slightly to wash the last of your cleanser from your face. “but, yes, a shirley temple would be nice.”

it feels like jungkook’s stare is burning into your back.

that’s the first obvious moment of many after moving in with jungkook. everything is subtle leading up to this point, but something shifts following the night of jungkook’s party with his teammates. you think he’s maybe just tired, but then, the bed incident happens.

you’ve been sleeping in your own bed every night, but there are some occasions when you join jungkook in his room. the television in the master bedroom is huge and jungkook only bought leather couches for his living room because they looked nice, not because they’re comfortable, so he prefers watching movies in bed.

okay, maybe more than some occasions - it’s definitely an ‘every other night’ type of thing.

granted, neither you or jungkook are working until training camp starts at the end of the month. you both have nothing to do, apart from jungkook’s random brand deal shoots.

“i can’t believe you get paid so much money to sit around for weeks,” you joke one night, as the two of you sit underneath the covers of his king size bed.

the television is playing the final season of breaking bad and you’re ashamed to admit that it’s only taken you both less than a week to get to this part of the series.

jungkook throws some popcorn at you and you stick your tongue out at him when it gets stuck in your hair. “excuse you, i just went to france and won a gold medal,” he snorts. “during what’s usually my time off, on top of that.”

“yeah, yeah, it’s still ridiculous.”

“i know it’s hard to imagine having time to yourself, miss workaholic,” jungkook chides. “isn’t it nice, though? when’s the last time that you got this much time off?”

probably not since you were in high school. jungkook has insisted that you take these weeks of freedom to relax, especially with navigating the first parts of your pregnancy.

although you’re itching to get back to work, doing absolutely fuck all with jungkook is nice. you don’t think that you’ve gotten this much time with him since high school either. it reminds you a lot of your earlier days of friendship and you realize how much you took it for granted back then.

one night, during jungkook’s suggested marathon of the entire marvel cinematic universe, it’s nearly four in the morning. you’re both sleepy, but have agreed to at least finish the phase two movies before going to bed.

in your deliriousness, you feel like you’re sleep talking. “i missed this,” you murmur to the sounds of ant-man getting arrested.

jungkook looks over at you and chuckles at the sight of your heavy lids. “miss what?” he asks.

he nudges you, pulling you over by the arm. you don’t have much fight in you to resist and you scoot over closer to where he sits against his headboard, laying your head on his shoulder. something about his scent of fresh laundry and cologne relaxes you instantly. jungkook mirrors your movements and leans his head on yours.

“dunno,” you answer, still trying to keep your eyes peeled open. “this. us. before life got busy.”

jungkook stifles a yawn, also visibly exhausted as he tries to get through the movie with you. “yeah?” he whispers. “before basketball?”

“before we had to grow up,” you laugh softly, pulling the covers higher up to your chin.

in a way, before basketball, but before everything else. there was the before work and the before school, but more that you didn’t want to admit aloud.

before jungkook went looking for love.

you only ever wanted jungkook to be happy, but him exploring his love life meant that you had to take a backseat. it was only natural as the “girl best friend” that didn’t want to be the villain in anyone’s relationship. you tried your best to not get in the way and to not take it personally, especially when you had your own life and career to worry about.

but, sitting here with jungkook, reminds you of how important he is in your life. well, now more than ever.

jungkook seems to realize this as well in this moment, letting your words sink in. “you know,” he murmurs. “you’ll be forever attached to me for the rest of your life.”

an obvious truth that had probably existed since the beginning of your friendship, but it’s set in stone now.

you laugh a little at that. “i used to think it was impossible to not have you in my life., the way we always ended up in the same place.”

“really?”

“when scouts started looking at you in high school, i was sure that you would never talk to me again once we parted ways for college,” you admit, pulling back a little to smirk up at him. “but, then we ended up at duke together. even then, i thought you would find new friends in college.”

back then, he still clung to your side and never let you go. sure, he made friends through the basketball team and classes - it’s hard to not become popular as the best player at the school - but, he made sure you never felt left out or left behind. even if it meant dragging you to parties as a plus one or introducing you to dozens of people that you could never remember, jungkook always made sure that nothing could break your bond.

jungkook smiles lazily. “scared of sharing me?”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t affirm his accusation aloud. “you think if you didn’t get drafted by new york that we’d still be friends?”

“obviously.”

his answer is like a rapid cannon, like he doesn’t even have to think about it. jungkook has always been such an optimist and you think it’s just that, but he side eyes you.

you query, a bit unconvinced, “what?”

“i’m serious,” jungkook responds, brushing some hair out of your hair. his touch is so gentle and it makes your tired body melt a little more.

you laugh it off, as your eyes begin to grow heavy again. the movie is still playing in front of you and you’re trying your best to stay alert.

“well, now it’s a guarantee,” you muse. he doesn’t see it at first, but underneath the covers, your fingers ghost over your abdomen. “you’re stuck with me for life.”

jungkook looks down and observes the shift of your hand. he pauses for a moment, tilting his head in thought. when you see it, he smiles sheepishly at you.

he clears his throat and mumbles your name. “do you think it would be okay if. . .i talked to them?”

them. the life growing inside of you - the life that is made up of you and jungkook.

your teeth pull at the bottom of your lip, feeling your chest warm at his request. you feel like jungkook has been wanting to touch your stomach since you told him the news - you’ve noticed the way he peers vacantly at it every once in a while - and you realize he’s been holding back. of course, he would want to touch your belly.

“of course.”

jungkook looks at you like you just promised him the stars. he carefully peels away the blanket from your body and it’s intimate, the way he shuffles even closer to you. his body heat engulfs you, as he presses his body against yours, facing you, when he leans down to put his ear on your stomach. there’s a wonder in his eye that sparkles brightly and fighting the sleepy smile on your face is unwinnable.

“. . . hi baby,” jungkook begins to whisper and you can feel your heart leap. “it’s, uh, me. your dad. did ya know i think about you every second of my life now?”

without thinking twice, you gently thread your fingers through jungkook’s hair as he speaks. he looks nervous almost, talking to a baby in your stomach that’s still the size of a barbie shoe. you watch the way his shoulder relax when you touch him and he looks at you with a soft smile, a smile that sends goosebumps your arm. he continues.

“your mom and i can’t wait to meet you. you’re gonna be absolutely perfect.”

this is the last thing you remember when you wake up the next day. it seems like deja vu, the way you know where you are before you open your eyes.

mornings here have always been loud. you don’t mind because you don’t hear the noise until you leave your bedroom, but with jungkook usually home, there’s always something happening as soon as you step out. his music booms from his home gym during his workouts, often heavy guitars and drums. you may hear him yelling from his “office” - which is really just a gaming room that he sometimes uses for online work meetings. today, there is no peaceful quiet when you figure out quickly that you’re in jungkook’s bed - all from the balcony door that he seems to constantly forget to close.

new york city traffic hums below, slowly dragging you awake. you stir, but don’t get very far because strong arms are tightly wrapped around you. jungkook’s heavy leg is draped over your body and his face is buried in your neck.

he gains consciousness when you try to move, his eyes opening lazily. “morning,” jungkook grunts, peering down at your figure in his arms. his breath slightly tickles your skin, but you don’t move.

when compared to the last time you woke up in jungkook’s bed, you’re definitely freaking out less. you don’t remember at all falling asleep, especially since you usually stay awake long enough to at least make it back to your room. you’ve been doing it every time that you and jungkook sit in his bed to watch a movie or show, but you’re honestly surprised that it’s taken this long for you to accidentally doze off.

a part of you isn’t even fazed at your cuddling position, tangled limbs and all. maybe it’s because it has happened before, but you couldn’t care less now. you even like it a little - jungkook’s body is warm and admittedly, it’s nice to be held.

“good morning,” you mutter and see if you can shake his leg off, nearly crushing you. “are you gonna bother to release me?”

“no. you’re comfortable.”

“you’re so annoying.”

really, you aren’t that irritated, but you want to at least check what time it is. you try and crane your neck, when jungkook, all of a sudden, shifts slightly away from you. it’s sharp and so sudden. his arms are still slung over your torso, but he moves his leg and you can read some sort of panic in his eyes, which he immediately closes again.

your eyebrows furrow. “hey, are you okay?” you ask, now panicked yourself.

is he now realizing that this cuddling is weird? that you shouldn’t have fallen asleep in his bed?

jungkook clears his throat and you notice his ears turning pink. “yeah,” he answers curtly.

“what is it?” you question again, trying to scoot closer to him.

at this, he moves further away and even puts a pillow in between the two of you.

“it’s nothing, i just, uh, need a second,” he winces, trying to not look at you and still has his eyes screwed shut.

you think that you’ve done something to greatly offend jungkook when you notice where he’s moved the pillow.

oh.

he’s now placed it right where his crotch is.

“koo?” you say, your voice meek and unsure of what to do.

jungkook opens a single eye and sighs when he sees your face, the blush spreading across his face. “fuck, i’m so sorry,” he apologies, rubbing a hand on his jaw. “it’s just a morning thing, i swear -”

“- no, it’s okay!” you try to assure, now blushing yourself.

you don’t know what to think. jungkook looks away, sheepishly, and you’re not sure if you should comfort him or just leave.

in the end, you choose the latter when you're saved by the sound of your phone buzzing on jungkook’s bedside table. it's your mom, just calling to check up on you - as she's been doing nearly everyday since you broke the news to her - so, it's an easy escape when you leap out of bed to answer.

then, there's the night in the kitchen. you convince jungkook to let you cook for him every once in a while, since he's letting you live at his place for free and you feel the need to do something for him.

“you’re literally carrying my child, you don’t need to do anything for me,” he chuckled when you said something to him about it, but you have ignored it.

private chef be damned - he's always enjoyed your cooking for years and you just want to feel helpful one way or another.

“honey, i’m home!”

your eyes widen at the sound of jungkook’s teasing voice traveling from the front door to the kitchen, echoing in his huge condo. he went out for a workout with some of his friends an hour or so ago, which gave you enough time to surprise him with dinner.

whipping around, you’re met with jungkook dressed in a tight, black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. his hair is tousled and his gym bag is slung over one of his shoulders, as he trails closer and observes the scene in front of him. when he does, you notice how his muscles bulge out of his shirt and how the waistband of his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

it’s hard not to. objectively.

“you’re back early. steak and veggies?” you coax, hoping to not draw too much attention, gesturing to the bowl of marinating meat in front of you.

you’re fresh out of the shower and you’re just wearing cotton shorts, along with a tank top with no bra. it was common for you to prance around your old apartment in the same comfort, but not since moving in here. you had plans to throw on a hoodie before jungkook returned, but stopped in the middle of your haircare routine to throw the t-bone in the marinade.

he doesn’t seem to notice at first, too giddy about the prospects of eating your food.

jungkook grins. “you didn’t have to, but it’s perfect,” he says, barely looking at you and is already distracted with locating his blender seconds after.

the two of you dance around each other in the kitchen for the new few minutes, as you continue to work on dinner and he rummages around for his post-workout recovery shake ingredients. jungkook does just one scoop of protein powder, since you’re making steak, and finds his coconut water and other supplements in one of the cupboards.

he’s reaching for his creatine when he notices you beside him, struggling to grab a pan.

“here -”

you don’t expect jungkook to side step, coming behind you to help. you’re on your tippy toes when you suddenly feel his chest against your back, hand on your hip as he reaches over you to collect what you’re trying to get.

jungkook doesn’t realize how close he’s gotten and it makes your ears burn because at this proximity, he can see the way your nipples peak from underneath the fabric of your tank top. you can’t read his face from where he stands behind you, but there’s a half second where he just stills and your chest hammers.

he slowly lowers his arm, pan in hand, and doesn’t move until you spin around. if he was just half a step closer, you would be caged in against the counter. you look up through your eyelashes and there’s an unknown look in jungkook’s eye as he towers over you.

something about it feels like he’s seeing you for the first time, consuming the image of you fully.

up close, a scent of tobacco and a fresh shower linger softly. he has peppermint gum in his mouth, but his jaw has stopped moving - in both words and chewing. you also can’t help but stop what you’re doing, a strange force devouring you by way of jungkook’s strong presence. you’re not sure what sorts of revelations billow into your consciousness in this moment, but it’s like you’re also seeing him with fresh eyes - beyond how you’ve seen him before in your friendship. you freeze like a school girl underneath his gaze and he doesn’t move either, as if he’s seeing something new, as well.

it’s impossible to tell how long the two of you stand there, breathing deep and just staring at each other.

the break in the moment again comes from a call, jungkook’s abandoned phone buzzing on the island counter. he goes to answer it swiftly, not acknowledging what just happened. you turn back to the stove, placing the pan on a burner and busying yourself with dinner once again.

“what are your thoughts on a maternity photoshoot?” jungkook asks once you’ve returned from your bedroom, a thick sweatshirt now on your body.

you tilt your head in thought. “i think it would be nice.”

the moment goes away like the others, shrouded by a false sense of familiar comfort that masks what lies in the cracks. it’s so easy to fall right back into rhythm when the same melody has played for over a decade. the meal that follows is painstakingly normal, as you open up conversation with small talk about the childbirth education classes that you signed up for, as per jungkook’s extensive search. the two of you share dinner, talking about mundane topics, and life should carry on.

you’re jungkook’s best friend, but even he can admit that things haven’t been the way it used to be for a while now. the last year that you truly shared at each other’s side was freshman year of college, before he got drafted. your friendship has taken a backseat to the craze of your early twenties and there is a common understanding between the two of you that this is perfectly okay. jungkook always knew his life would change once he made it to the league and he also knew that you’d be in school for several years after him.

there’s that and there’s the other stuff. the rest of it that lies beneath the surface.

jungkook has always been in the pursuit of love and wanting to feel like he could be somebody’s somebody. the majority of it has failed all of his life and he’s always wondered if he even deserves that kind of love, but not has often as he’s wondered what that love even looks like. he’s never had his parents to look up to and has self-medicated the wounds of his dad leaving for years with his endless search for a perfect relationship.

the past summer has woken him up to how much it has actually changed his friendship with you.

you’ve always been around. that’s a given. but, jungkook knows you’ve kept your distance since he met mariana, especially. the dynamic shifted and somewhere in between, you also changed.

not necessarily in a bad way, but jungkook has always seen you a certain light. you just. . .grew up. at this stage of life, you’ve shown how independent and strong you could be. you’ve always been smart and driven, but jungkook is in awe of the kind of handle you’ve always had on your life. he’s always put you on this imaginary pedestal - too far away and too good for anything or anyone else. including him. for jungkook, that is precisely why anything beyond friendship has never been an option.

“you look beautiful.”

the charity gala is being held just a few blocks away from jungkook’s condo in manhattan, so his agent reminds him that he doesn’t have an excuse to skip out. several of his teammates are also invited and have been urged to bring their significant others because of the ‘family-friendly’ image that the league wants to push, so jungkook has convinced you to attend as his plus one.

he leans against a pillar that runs between his living room and kitchen, eyebrows raised when you emerge from your bedroom.

he doesn't deserve someone as great as you in his life. the past summer has highlighted just how special you are and how easily you fit with jungkook. from the shared nights laughing and playing games to the easy transition towards living together because you're just one and the same. he's been missing you longer than he even realized.

though you initially objected to attending due to a lack of wardrobe, jungkook slid you his credit card and said to go crazy. you still said no, refusing to take his money, but he waved you off and insisted it’s the least he can do, since he’s dragging you to this boring event.

so, you stand in a champagne coloured gown with a strapless neckline, ruched bust and sheer front panel. it creates an elegant silhouette of refined movement and grace, the godet and train flaring in a complimenting way. a matching shawl is around your arms, glimmering under the light.

you clear your throat, looking down at your skirt. “thank you. feels like prom night.” you joke, a bit bashful, since you haven’t worn something like this since then. back then, you chose a pastel two-piece dress with an embellished top - very much of its time.

you struggle to fix your necklace in the reflection near the doorway, so jungkook comes up behind you.

“let me,” he says simply.

you stop what you’re doing and jungkook’s fingers brush over yours as he takes the clasp of the necklace. in the mirror, his eyes are fixated on getting it around your neck, but you just stare at him. his hands brush over the skin of your sensitive neck and you hope he doesn’t notice your shudder. when he finishes, jungkook kisses your cheek.

jungkook also wore an all black suit on prom night, as he does tonight. the comparisons stop there, looking so different otherwise. his hair is now grown out just below his ears. when you were in high school, he had shaggy waves and wore the same pair of tiny silver hoops everyday. he still has some in now, along with studs in his ear, but now has a bar through his eyebrow and a ring on his lip.

his gaze remains on you for a moment and he’s also visualizing that night. you both had been so young back then.

“we’ve grown up,” jungkook muses, teasing voice responsive to yours.

he wants to say you’ve grown up. you’ve always been a striking woman, but at this strange point in jungkook’s life, it’s a puzzle that he knows no answers to. the situation that has arisen has shifted his perspective on you, as has that night that the two of you shared. he looks at you in ways he hasn’t before, wrestling with the understanding of your kindness, your strength - and frankly, your beauty. it's your beauty that he struggles to grapple. you've grown into a certain confidence that is attractive and mature, something he failed to notice until it was right in front of him

jungkook has never allowed himself to ever want you, until that night.

since then, something has clicked. and he’s not sure how to battle it.

it’s not fair to you, he thinks. you’ve always been a catch in every sense of the word and suddenly, jungkook finds himself luring you to his bed? now that he’s given up on love? you deserve better than that. he feels like trash for even giving into these thoughts.

instead, jungkook offers himself as a best friend in every way he can. looking after you and providing, whether it’s in material possessions, a physical nurture, or emotional support. that’s who he is. your best friend.

still, the proposal to get married lives in the air - constant and thick. jungkook still thinks it’s the best way he can be there for you and doesn’t even entertain any thoughts that benefit him. this is all about you and the baby.

in these past few weeks, since telling jungkook the news and all that’s followed, the truth is that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the proposal. none of it, in theory, should make sense. yet, nothing that has happened so far should either.

you aren’t able to give jungkook an answer for weeks - until tonight.

gotham hall is one of those iconic places in new york that you don’t even dream of stepping foot in, but you stand mistaken now. the ballroom is nearly ten thousand square feet of elegance, designed in a honeycomb shape and features a stunning stain-glassed skylight that drowns the room in an apricot glow. candlelight speckles the grand room, illuminating each table with an inviting warmth. you arrive to the gala with jungkook at your arm, as your eyes trace the granite walls and limestone columns, wondering if you’ve been in museums as nice as this venue.

“ew, koo, that’s your third one of those. your breath is gonna smell like fish.” you decide to tease jungkook when you notice him continuously reach for some sort of anchovy-based hor d'oeuvres.

jungkook cuts you a look. “shut up - oh, look who's here!”

the night is as boring as jungkook described, but you have fun passing time with him. the two of you share sarcastic remarks under your breath about the snobbishness of the fellow attendants. many other new york sports stars from other leagues attend and he shares gossip about a baseball star’s marriage, as well as rumours about a quarterback’s demands for better teammates. you learn a lot about the inside circles of new york sporting elite.

“hey, just a head’s up. . .big red is coming your way.”

heeseung, one of the younger members of the new york titans, is also present tonight. he mingles with you and jungkook, introducing you to his fiancée. he’s a bit quiet and keeps to himself, so when he warns jungkook with wide eyes about someone named ‘big red', you grow concerned.

at that, jungkook hisses a curse under his breath. you look over and see a woman with ginger hair eying your group from the corner of the ballroom. you think you’ve seen her on espn before and when you look at jungkook curiously, he confirms your beliefs.

“‘big red’ is what we call that journalist,” he explains, jaw clenched. “her name is nora and she’s known for being a pain.”

“a pain? how?”

heeseung answers for jungkook with a smirk. “she flirts with athletes. she especially loves your boyfriend.”

you don’t bother to correct heeseung and neither does jungkook - though, you suspect he’s too busy bracing himself for big red’s greeting.

it comes just a few minutes later, as predicted by heeseung, when nora saunters over with a vexatious smile and glass of bubbly at hand.

“my titans,” she drawls slowly in greeting to the players, despite her eyes only on jungkook.

“nora,” heeseung greets. he sends you an apologetic look. “it’s nice to see you.”

nora completely ignores him, so heeseung clears his throat and takes this as his cue to leave. he gives you and jungkook a small wave, stepping away soon after.

the ballroom feels so much smaller with the irritation bubbling inside you. she completely ignores you, too, despite jungkook’s arm draped across your waist. servers speed past you with plates of beverages and other attendees fill the room with their laughter, as dinner service begins. yet, you just stand there, a thin smile on your face and feeling the rest of gotham hall go deaf on your ears. you hate the way she looks at jungkook as if she’s undressing him in her head. you especially hate the way she blantantly ignores you.

“jungkook, you’ve really been hitting the weight room since paris,” nora gushes, placing a hand on his bicep.

jungkook moves ever so slightly away from her. “thank you,” he says, a polite tone in his voice that is laced with a certain sharpness. “are you enjoying the gala tonight?”

“i am,” she replies, grinning wildly. “especially now that i’ve spotted you.”

wow. she’s shameless and you can’t help but chuckle, covering your mouth when you do so. still, it catches nora’s attention and it’s like she finally notices you for the first time. jungkook also catches your laugh and the corners of his lips twitch into a real smile.

jungkook gestures to you and tells nora your name. “she’s with me tonight,” he says.

“and who are you?” nora raises an eyebrow at you, eyes up and down as if trying to calculate if you belong here.

he catches it and opens his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. you don’t know what comes over you. speaking is probably the least controversial thing you can do in this moment, anyways. you could easily just tug jungkook away from the conversation. you could throw your drink in her face if you let the worst of the pregnancy hormones get to you. but, instead, you speak and you don’t think before you do so.

“i’m jungkook’s fiancée. we’re actually expecting in march.”

the words are clear and firm - a far cry from the word vomit you expected in your head with the kind of anger coursing through your veins, especially with how little consideration you gave to your reply before blurting it out.

you realize that you weren’t ever really concerned with unwanted media attention now, once you deliver such a bomb to someone who worked for espn. it’s not like jungkook was either, with the way he immediately dropped on a knee for you. it was the other fears that sunk into your mind and just like that, it’s all gone with the wind.

accepting jungkook’s proposal is a slow revelation that only takes shape after every small thing. wanting your kid to have both parents around, which you and jungkook never had. being okay with how jungkook lovingly takes care of you. accepting that neither of you really want to get married with anyone else, anyways. it’s the moments in between that ease your heart into the sudden choice - watching jungkook hunched over his computer for hours, taking online paternity classes, to the comfortable silence in his condo when he ties your hair back as you succumb to morning sickness. your reply is rooted in the pure love in your heart when jungkook defends you from your judgemental family and protects you from the curious looks from the outside world.

your response is blurted out in half a second, but the decision has always been there before you knew it.

what you don’t expect is jungkook to buy you a ring the very next day.

the two of you walk along the high line in the late afternoon, arms brushing against each other in your sweatshirts. september brings forth a peppermint breeze and the changing of leaves. the surroundings of the rail trail are alive with sounds of buskers and passing cars. you catch a falling leaf, twirling it in between your thumb and index finger. it’s a busy day in the park and you and jungkook find a quiet pocket of greenery, a block away from noisy tourists. the junction is secluded and leaves you both privacy, while still in the heart of the city.

you settle on a bench, busied with scrolling through your phone for restaurants nearby when jungkook asks you where you want to eat for dinner.

“give me your hand.”

“no. your fingers are dry and peeling - can you please use that hand cream i got you?” you retort, still focused on your screen.

jungkook chuckles and repeats himself.

“seriously, give me your hand.”

you think he’s messing around with you and expect some silly trick or prank, so you sigh and do as he says.

then, you feel it. it’s warm, like jungkook has been clutching the object in his pocket this entire time. your palms engulf the smooth metal and abrasive lining of the band. at that, you go rigid and put your phone down slowly, as you meet jungkook’s eyes.

when you open your hand, an engagement ring reflects the autumn sun in a brilliant gleam. the marquise cut diamond ring is one of the most beautiful things you have ever laid your eyes on. glistening cuts of your birthstone line vines of diamond accented metal that wind towards the center gem in a timeless fashion. it isn’t flashy and obnoxious like the forgotten ring jungkook dropped on the counter of frank’s bar months ago, the one he proposed to mariana with.

this ring is so incredibly you, like he dove into the crevices of your mind to craft the perfect one.

you don’t realize you’re shaking until jungkook steadies your hand, taking the ring from your palm and flipping it around so he can slide it onto your finger. there’s a quiet that doesn’t exist in the heart of manhattan, a quiet that shouldn’t be allowed to exist in the hurry of new york city and it envelopes you and jungkook for seconds that seem to suspend in time. it floats and stays there, just between the two of you.

he’s shaking, too.

his hand trembles when he finally puts in the ring on you and his eyes fall to what he’s doing, not once able to look up to meet yours.

“this is for you,” jungkook finally breathes, his movements careful. “i, uh, bought this the day after we went to storm king.”

he admits this like he’s a bit embarrassed and there’s a lingering pause. you recognize the nerves in between each word uttered and the vulnerability in his hesitance. it’s the same vulnerability as the last time the two of you sat down and discussed marriage, when you cried in each other’s arms. jungkook’s arguments for getting engaged have been so resolute, constantly putting you and the baby first in his ideas.

you see that he, also, has his own fears.

you don’t see jeon jungkook, the all star and league assists leader. you don’t see the face on nike commercials and cereal boxes. he’s the jungkook that climbed to your bedroom window at seventeen to cry about his first heartbreak, the jungkook who watched his dad walk away before he was five. this is the jungkook that has experienced so much pain and is scared of people leaving.

this time, you melt into his embrace once more. you don’t object nor make any remarks. instead, you fling your arms around jungkook, wishing to take all of his fears away. his frame softens when you do so and his arms snake around your torso.

“are you sure?” you whisper into his ear. “i. . .i never asked you if you’re okay with this.”

jungkook has been trying to convince you that getting married feels right. but, you feel your own heart break a little because you feel as though he truly has given up on love. you don’t want him to feel like he’s settling for you.

he hears the concern in your voice and he quells those thoughts immediately.

“i wouldn’t be mad if i spent the rest of my life with you.” jungkook’s hand comes to your head, cradling it through the embrace. you’ve never felt so safe.

your voice sounds so small. “no?”

but, his is firm and unyielding. you imagine the same determination for the rest of your years.

“not at all.”

when jungkook pulls away, he places a hand on your stomach. you place yours right over his, the engagement ring catching the light. it’s a symbol of a real promise, one that has consequences if broken. yet, the visions of a happy future outweigh those in this moment. it’s not conventional and although convenience plays the bigger role of what’s been declared, you don’t think it’s a bad thing.

the convenience comes because you and jungkook want to be great parents. the convenience exists because you and jungkook already love each other. the convenience isn’t just convenient, but an amplification of what is grounded in truth.

you expected new and strange things happening to your body, but nothing could prepare you for your pregnancy hormones. jungkook has been handling it all like a champ. you’re not really volatile to him, but you get frustrated easily over small things - being out of ketchup, forgetting your wallet at home, oversleeping. he calms you down when you get emotional, crying over literal spilled milk. most of it he can help with.

keyword: most.

the way your hormones have jumped in the first two months of your pregnancy have mostly been at the ache in between your legs. your vibrator can only do so much when you find yourself dissatisfied more than half the time. it’s a nagging feeling that you can’t shake off and you have no avenues to turn to when it comes to taking care of it.

it doesn’t help when the tension between you and jungkook heightens. the shared restlessness grows from little moments to unbearable rigidity that can no longer be brushed off.

sometimes, it’s quick. one night, you awake in the middle of the night and decide that you want a bowl of cereal. you roll out of bed, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covers your ass, and tip toe your way into the kitchen.

of course, you stop in your tracks when you see jungkook sitting on the kitchen counter.

“hi,” you greet in a breathless whisper, feeling naked.

he’s shirtless and dons only loose basketball shorts. in his lap is a leftover slice of pizza, having obviously the same idea as you and came for a midnight snack.

jungkook’s head snaps up, momentarily spooked at the sudden noise. he eases when he realizes that it’s just you, but his eyes are dark when they fall on your appearance. the t-shirt hides nothing, just plain white and practically transparent.

he clears his throat, jaw tight. “hey,” jungkook says simply.

you shuffle around the kitchen for what you came here for. the silence is expected - it’s nearly three in the morning and almost all the lights are off, save for a low glow emitting from above the stove. starting a loud conversation isn't on either of your minds. but, it feels like both of you are on the edge. you both avoid eye contact hopelessly, like something will snap if you look too long. when you’re to the back of jungkook at the fridge, you allow yourself to take a peek.

the memories that float in your head are unwanted, but unrelenting. his strong shoulders, where you once gripped and held onto tightly. his thick arms, once wrapped around your waist as he guided you down onto his cock. you swear it’s the hormones that bring back the feeling of his body pressing down on yours, driving you deeper into the mattress. your eyes trace every ridge, every vein, and all the shadows of his muscles.

gulping, you tear your gaze away. you make sure to bring your bowl of cereal into your room that night, rather than eat it out there.

it’s present for jungkook, too. it’s hard for him to ignore it and unlike you, he doesn’t have any damn excuse for it.

when he comes home early one day, jungkook finds the place quiet. he figures that you might still be out with friends, as he kicks off his shoes by the door. he makes his way to his bedroom for a change of clothes, when he passes by your room and completely freezes.

you’re moaning. the door leading inside is left open and there’s not a trace of you in your bedroom. jungkook quickly realizes that you’re in the bath, the scent of orange blossom enduring faintly in the air.

“fuck, i’m sick,” he hisses to himself, feeling the way that his pants tighten near instantly.

jungkook doesn’t get any closer than past the doorway, but leans against the wall flat. his heartbeat quickens, as he listens. a hand covers his face, as he just stands there. your moans continue to drift in from your bathroom and jungkook can’t help but imagine what you look like to be making those noises.

he envisions the way your bath water barely rises up past your cleavage and how your hardened nipples meet the cold air. your head thrown back in bliss and your legs parted, propped up in the tub. jungkook bites his lip when he imagines your hand trailing down to that perfect pussy, rubbing slow circles around your clit.

he wants to be there. he wants to sit right behind you, chest pressed against your back, while his fingers pump into your soaked walls. he wishes he was there to massage those aching tits and suck on your neck until you cum on his hand, begging for his cock next.

jungkook doesn’t just change clothes when he enters his own room, but goes straight for the shower and strokes his length to the replay of your moans in his head. he doesn’t stifle his moans either, half hoping that you’ll hear him, as he fists his cock until he releases with your name on the ghost of his lips.

from here on, the tension just worsens. jungkook becomes more busy with the start of training camp and you’re unable to do the same routine of lazying around the house together, so the fleeting moments are intensified.

you begin reporting to the msg training facility in greenburgh at the end of september, where the new york titans have begun training camp. even though you and jungkook technically work in the same place, you don’t get a lot of time together in the preseason. the players are too busy getting back into game shape and running practices with the year’s new squad. you’re still getting adjusted to your new job, learning the ins and outs of the organization. it’s a busy time, which is fine by you, as this kind of pace is what you’re previously used to.

not long after, you officially meet the roster and the rest of personnel, when it’s time for players to get their usual assessments.

“your neck is awful. this is why i told you to stop accidentally falling asleep on your bed upright.”

jungkook is the last of the titans to come to you for an assessment, at least from the batch that was assigned to you and the other team chiropractor. he’s easily one of the busiest players and is arguably the face of the franchise. he’s everywhere for endorsements and interviews and all of the other media shit he has to do.

he sits down on the adjustment table, playfully rolling his eyes at your nagging. “i know, i know,” he sighs, as your hands find the expanse of his upper back now.

you’ve never treated jungkook before, as the titans organization prefers internal practitioners to take care of their players’ medical needs. he’s more than a little stiff when you touch him, so you try to crack a few jokes here and there, but it’s hard when you’re distracted yourself.

pregnancy hormones, you remind yourself. easily ignored - or at least, they should be. you send jungkook away to the massage therapists and pretend that the knot in your stomach doesn’t exist.

it’s hard to keep going on when the touches increase tenfold. you know you didn’t have to run your hands along jungkook’s abs before doing an adjustment on his hips, but it happens anyways. he’s now constantly touching your belly, but also your waist and back, and plays it off as casual.

casual until the tension turns reckless and completely cracks.

your second week of work is boring. for the first few days, you don’t need to see any of the players and no appointments are made. you’re used to a busy clinic and lots of coworkers to talk to. here, with the titans, you have your own office in an enclosed space and you’re still getting to know your colleagues.

the players have practice and you carpooled with jungkook, as usual, which is why you’re currently in pure agony. the hormones have reached a high where even just being in the same vicinity as jungkook has been excruciating. you usually hide yourself in your room at home when this happens, too embarrassed and scared to run into him, in case you accidentally blurt anything out. this morning, though, you couldn’t refuse a ride to work and hopped into jungkook’s bmw. the problem is that you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked - from the stupid leather jacket that hugged his biceps to the new haircut that exposed the silver piercings on his ears.

safe to say, it’s getting bad. you’re sure it will pass as the pregnancy progresses and you get used to being around him with your hormones like this, so you can only bury it away.

today, with no patients to see, you use your time to do some clinical work. it’s a good idea to review everyone’s past files as you familiarize yourself with the team. you review imaging for the players and update their treatment plans, typing away on your computer.

for now, the thoughts vanish as you lose yourself in your work - until there’s a knock on your door.

“hey, it’s me.”

jungkook says your name through the wood and you freeze. only for a moment, though, as you force yourself to collect your thoughts and respond.

“come in,” you reply, pausing your work.

he opens the door and walks in, an easy smile on his face. he’s freshly showered, dressed in grey sweat shorts and a blue and white quarter zip - the colours of the new york titans. jungkook comes through and shut the door behind him, walking over to where you sit at your desk.

you raise an eyebrow, not expecting his presence. it looks like practice has wrapped up early for the day.

“what’s up?” you ask, trying to keep a casual tone.

jungkook smiles, an easy one. “got time to check out my shoulders?”

“oh,” you say lamely, unsure of what you thought he would even be here for. “right now?”

he nods, already making his way over to the adjustment table and sits down. you watch the way his quad muscles protrude when he does so. jungkook clears his throat and you realize that he’s caught you staring. you swear you see the hint of a smirk.

fuck.

in fairness, you’re sure this is the first time he’s noticed it - unless, you’re a lot less sly than you think you are. you don’t acknowledge it, but you stand up and make your way over to the table. you’re glad you’re hair is down because you think your ears are burning. jungkook’s gaze is unwavering and he tries to hide it with that boyish smile.

“any pain?” you murmur, gently placing a hand on jungkook’s right shoulder.

he shrugs. “just a little when i lift.”

you’re unsure of jungkook’s understanding of his pain because the last time he was on your adjustment table, his shoulders were perfectly fine. you ask him to move it around, as you prop yourself on the table with one knee, and you check for stiffness.

it’s strange because everything seems perfectly normal. you furrow your eyebrows, coming around to check height and symmetry.

“not busy, huh?” jungkook tries to make small talk, eying your desk. “the other players are mostly seeing the team dentists today.”

you hum, listening. that figures. the season is about to start and the team needs to get evaluated from practically head to toe. “i was wondering why i had no appointments,” you say wryly.

“that, and i told everybody to not book you today.”

that’s when you freeze. you think you misheard jungkook, but the silence that follows speaks for itself. your hands are still on his body, on either of his shoulders, and you notice the way his breathing changes. like he’s holding his breath. it’s impossible to see his face from where you stand behind him, but you’re scared to even see.

you play it off as a joke. “you’re hilarious,” you reply, forcing a chuckle.

then, jungkook turns around.

you’re still halfway on the table, one leg standing and the other propped up to get a closer angle on jungkook’s shoulders. when he pivots, you’re nearly chest to chest with him - technically, chest to face because of the way you’re on the table. his eyes are right where your collarbone is and your heartbeat quickens.

since you weren’t expecting patients today, you’re just wearing a fitted t-shirt and yoga pants. you noticed quickly that the medical staff for the team didn’t wear scrubs, but more casual attire and you attributed it to the athletic setting. you usually don an athletic zip-up branded with the team logo and loose pants when you see the players, but not now and you’re suddenly regretting it. every article of clothing hugs your body and it isn’t a problem to walk into work like this, but it certainly is one when jungook is inches away from your fucking tits.

“i’m not kidding,” jungkook speaks slowly, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze.

you see the calculations in his regard, seemingly a million things coursing through his mind. he’s thinking, hard. his hands suddenly find your waist and his hold is secure, like he doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

like he’s finally giving in.

when you look down, you see how tightly he’s holding you. your body moves for itself when you bring your other leg to the table, now fully kneeling a breath away from jungkook. he turns even more, looking up at you and you see how dark his eyes have become. your chest is beating out of your body and you think that you’ve completely lost control of yourself.

“yeah, right.” you whisper breathlessly and at some point, you’ve scooted closer to jungkook. you still try to keep the lightness in the air through your words, unconvinced that the energy in the room is as electric as it feels right now, stinging your skin like a punishment. but, jungkook isn’t budging.

he stands. he towers over you now in front of the table, where you look so pretty sitting like that. jungkook’s hands leave your waist and instead, tilt your chin up ever so slightly, now that you’re the one looking up at him.

“i’ll be honest,” jungkook says, voice low, as he holds your jaw. “i wanted you all to myself today.”

“today?”

he smiles and it’s a dangerous one. “for the past while,” jungkook admits.

you narrow your eyes at him. “what are you talking about?” you question slowly, your muscles tense.

“i think you know.” jungkook’s response is blunt and there isn’t a hint of humour in them, not with the carnal way he’s looking at you right now.

it’s a dazed look that you mirror in one another, a cloud of something intoxicating surrounding the two of you. intoxicating, but not unknown. a muddle of pure desire that was never fully extinguished - if not fed and unfurled over the past few weeks. it lives in the flicker of darkness in jungkook’s eyes and in the desperate grip of your hand on his shirt.

“jungkook . . .” you trail off and it nearly sounds like a whimper, your lips parted in the shock of your need.

“you been feeling needy lately?” jungkook leans in, tantalizingly slow, until his breath is a ragged whisper over your lips.

there’s nothing you can do but nod with big eyes, practically melting at how damn close he is to you now. you can’t fight it anymore. he still doesn’t close the distance, brushing some hair away from your face, and it’s driving you absolutely mad.

then, jungkook’s lips brush over yours. the pause where your lips are barely touching and the two of you share air is charged, dizzying your head space like a drug.

his voice is husky when he utters, “i’ll take care of it for you.”

that’s all you need to hear.

the frenzied kiss is messy and hot - all teeth clicking and tongues swirling around the other. you yank jungkook closer to you, if that’s even possible, and your hands find purchase in the threads of his hair. when you pull gently, he groans into your mouth and responds with sucking on your bottom lip.

the kiss feels like you’ve been drowning underwater for weeks and you’ve finally come up for air.

you shift so that you’re sitting on the table with your legs dangling off, jungkook standing right in between them. he kisses you deeper, his hands trailing down from your jaw to one lightly gripping your throat - not enough to choke, but to hold you and keep you where he wants you. the other free hand goes to your hip, his touch bruising.

when jungkook pulls away to nip at your neck, you stifle a moan by biting your lip. “this is bad -”

“- fuck, you’re right -” jungkook’s voice rumbles, needy and he doesn’t stop, in spite of his words.

in fact, he touches you even more urgently. your eyes roll to the back of your head when his talented hands slip underneath your shirt, just to feel the hot skin there. you drive him to go further by palming his hardened cock through his shorts, eliciting a grunt out of him. the both of you know that crossing this line opens nothing but complications, but in this moment, all you care about is the needy way jungkook rocks his cock against your hand. your heart races, feeling how he wants you.

he’s long gone past those thoughts, too, as he pushes your shirt up to release your sensitive breasts from the compression of your top. jungkook attaches his mouth to the valley of your tits and you gasp deeply, head hung backward when he sucks on a nipple through the fabric of your thin bra.

“you been aching, i know.” jungkook coos, watching the way your face forms complete bliss and just loses it, undoing the front clasp of your bra. he’s not wrong - the bastard has done his research. you groan when your tits bounce free and just the feeling of his hands cupping them have you squirming in place.

outside, footsteps patter on tiled floors and murmured conversation line the walls. the two of you freeze momentarily and jungkook places his index finger over his lips.

“we shouldn’t,” you whisper and it’s unclear if you’re only cautious because there’s people outside or because going further is a broader problem itself.

not like you’re actually thinking about the consequences. you’re too concerned with the way your back arches into jungkook when he brushes a thumb across your sensitive nipple.

he smirks and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling you closer, mouth hovering above the peak.

“team dentists are down the hall,” he reminds you huskily. “just tell me to stop if you need it.”

you slap a hand over your mouth when his tongue finally meets your bud. there’s nothing soft about the sinful way he licks and sucks on your aching tits, the room fills with sounds of wet noises. several moans are stifled by your hand, but nothing that comes out of your mouth is remotely close to telling jungkook to stop.

he grabs the waistband of your leggings and you don’t hesitate to lift your hips up for him to peel them off your body, leaving you in a little seamless black thong. jungkook looks at you with so much raw desire and you can’t help but tug him back into you for another messy, gasping kiss, your mouth parting for his tongue.

both of you have your hands everywhere - squeezing flesh, grabbing hair, digging nails. he massages your breasts, thumb circling over your nipple each time. you pull at the drawstring of his shorts so you can shove your hand inside to stroke his cock. jungkook makes a strangled noise into the kiss, taking a sharp inhale and freezing for a moment to savour your touch.

when you separate from the kiss, your breath is ragged and warm into the crook of jungkook’s neck, causing him to shiver. “i need you,” you admit roughly.

without thinking twice, jungkook drags you off the edge. you yelp, finding your footing in spite of whatever daze his hands and lips have trapped you in. your knees buckle, but he steadies you by the hips and spins you around.

you're bent over the adjustment table, as jungkook presses his painful erection into the curve of your ass. you gasp and are immediately met with his hand slapping over your mouth, muffling the whines that you make as you grind back into him.

"the other players are still around," he hisses, head slightly thrown back. he doesn't care anymore and knows damn well that you don't either.

still, you try and protest. "jungkook, we shouldn't -"

"- that's not what your pussy is saying," he chuckles lowly into your ear. he parts your legs with his knee and when his hand creeps down, he finds a patch of wetness.

this was only going to last for so long. your heated gazes from across the kitchen at night, the possessive way he gripped your hip at his birthday party in front of his teammates, the unspoken words. the air has been thick with tension for weeks now and it needs to be dispelled.

you bite down on your lip so hard you think it will bleed. "we're just fucking, okay?" you whimper when jungkook begins to suck on the sweet spot below your earlobes.

"just fucking."

he knows that you’re needy and that’s all this is. that’s what you tell yourself, until the thoughts vanish with the wind when he smacks your ass - just how he figured out you like it, from last time. he hisses as he watches the skin recoil and the way your back arches further up in pleasure, wiggling your hips in the air.

jungkook pulls your sopping, useless panties to the side to ease a two digits past your folds. you whine against the palm of his hand, so desperate that it’s embarrassing. he only removes it from your mouth so he can snake around your waist, finding your clit to rub as he entered a third finger into your needy cunt.

he fucks you with his fingers just like that, as you bite your lip to muffle your pleasured sobs. you’re clenching around his mean digits, rutting against his hand like you’ve never needed anything more.

“feels so good -” you babble, grabbing the side of the adjustment table to keep your balance.

jungkook grits his teeth and leans over, his dark whisper into your ear. “you gonna cum just like this for me?” he rasps, so close to you.

you nod frantically, listening to the sweet sounds of his fingers sinking into your cunt - over and over again, until the knot in your stomach dissolves into pure pleasure. he lightly grabs a fistful of your hair when he feels your thighs tremble, just enough to pull you back and watch your face as your pussy spasms. you have to cover your mouth with your hand again as you reach your climax, walls fluttering around jungkook’s fingers as the shock waves pass through your aching body and leaves you weak.

he allows you to ride out your high, whispering sweet nothings as encouragement. “so pretty like this.” jungkook dips his tongue to your earlobe, sending shivers up your spine,

when you finally catch your breath and come back to reality, you look back at jungkook with swollen lips and he can’t help but kiss you again, as you rock your ass against his still clothed cock.

the voices outside of the hallway increase, laughter coming from his teammates stream in past the walls. jungkook pulls away and you hold back a whine at the loss of contact. he takes a few steps back and ensures the door is locked. he looks back at you and your eyes meet, a shared gaze of intoxication.

“come here,” you demand and as soon as he’s in front of you again, you yank his shorts down. his cock strains against his boxers and you reach for him, the length springing free. jungkook grabs you and bends you over the adjustment table again, getting rid of your panties.

he chuckles darkly. “been needing you,” he says hungrily. “god, you’re so pretty like this.”

the head of his cock teases you, rubbing just along the outside of your folds and gathering the slick of the mess you’ve made. you roll your hips against his crotch, ass on display for him, as you desperately chase any sort of friction. when his tip makes contact with your clit, smearing your wetness all over, it leaves you both holding back reckless moans.

he finally pushes in carefully, inch by inch, and your cunt swallows him until you’re stuffed full. his thumbs draw lazy circles on your thighs, trying to ease your initial discomfort at his size. you’re skin to skin, as the obscene and tortuous stretch leaves your brain short-circuiting. jungkook is no better, dizzy with heat and panting your name like a lifeline because of how perfect you feel around him.

your jaw hangs open when he begins to move, hips snapping and fucking you stupid the way he’s wanted to for weeks. he starts off slow and deep, but can’t resist losing control.

“finally,” you mewl, bouncing your ass on his cock and hold onto the adjustment table for dear life.

jungkook’s hands fly to your hips, fingers pressing deep into the flesh and drives into your cunt. you try and meet his rhythm, as he adjusts your legs and tries to find the perfect angle. jungkook slightly lifts one of your thighs, so precise and trying to map out your body until he finds your sweet spot.

you’re shaking and glistening in between your legs, taking him all the way. he angles your ass higher and tilts your pelvis until -

“oh my fucking god - !”

without a hand on your mouth, your muffled voice would surely be a scream when a sudden pressure explodes in your stomach. you gush - uncontrollable, wet, animalistic - all over. you fucking squirt, the slick soaking both of your legs and jungkook is drunk on the sight. he can’t stop slamming into you, right in that spot, his cock hitting so deep that you see stars as you gush again and again.

jungkook growls, holding your body weight up when your legs nearly give out. “fucking squirting all over my dick,” he groans, still chasing your g-spot with every thrust.

it’s almost all too much for you. your thigh twitch and shudder as he completely splits you open. the sound of skin slapping on skin, the blood roaring in your ears, and the stretch of his thick cock in your wet heat - it completely consumes you.

he finds your clit once more and you feel yourself unraveling, another orgasm building inside you.

“c-close -” you writhe and your cunt sucks his length in, squeezing him so tightly with each rough thrust.

his voice is gravel and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you as he lets out a string of curses. “so perfect,” he grunts, not letting up until you let go.

then, you finally break.

your release rips through your body and your throbbing pussy sends him over the edge at the same time, coming undone together. you try your best to meet the unhinged, frantic pace of his hips, but jungkook has completely taken over - filthily fucking you into the table until your body has collapsed and he has to hold you up again.

his warmth spills inside of you and leaks down your thigh with every last thrust, filling you up whole. your vision is spotty as you milk every last drop.

your bodies slow, as does your breathing. the two of you remain connected for a second, but not for too long because of the mess made all over.

jungkook whispers in your ear. “you okay?” he’s so soft when he does, a stark contrast to moments earlier.

the only thing you can do is nod, afraid your voice will crack from exhaustion if you speak. he chuckles lightly and after ensuring that you’re fine, slowly pulls out of you. you whine at the loss, but now you can finally stand up and straighten your back. your legs shake when you do, but jungkook has his hands on your waist to steady you.

you turn around to face him, reddened lips and flushed cheeks. jungkook doesn’t look too dissimilar and his hair is disheveled from the way you grabbed onto it earlier. he has your clothes in his hand - not like you can wear your leggings and panties again after he ruined them - and probably knows that when he offers them to you with a sheepish smile.

“thanks,” you say dryly, taking them from him.

jungkook lets himself have a quiet chuckle, the thick air broken with a bit of humour. “you’re welcome,” he quips.

you lick your lips, eyes at your feet. “was. . .” you trail off, not wanting to make things weird. “was that okay?” you decide on this and look at him with hopeful eyes.

“more than okay,” he admits with a half grin, pulling his boxers back on. “i mean, if that was okay with you.”

it doesn’t take long for you to make a decision and you hope that it’s not because of the post sex bliss. things are already out of the ordinary as it is. it’s not even the first time that you and jungkook have had sex now.

you nod. “yeah. it’s okay with me,” you say and you intentionally leave your words open, as opposed to implying it’s in the past. you're confirming that this. . .can continue.

the two of you get dressed and fix your appearance. you grab an extra pair of pants that you keep in your office and mutter to jungkook about it being his responsibility to clean your floor.

he reaches into your cabinet and finds some paper towel, as well as some cleaning supplies. you catch him smirking to himself and you narrow your eyes at him.

“what?”

“made you squirt.” jungkook snickers happily to himself and you can’t help the way you laugh, too, in spite of the eye roll you send when you throw hand sanitizer his way.

you send him the middle finger. "don't be so smug."

weeks of tension have finally been broken and oddly enough, you’re glad. for one thing, it was getting hard to walk on eggshells around jungkook. neither of you speak too long about what’s happened and you rather it be this way anyways. this isn’t something you want to linger too long on, even if you don’t exactly have a guide to navigate through this situation. you figure taking things day by day is less of a headache than a full blown discussion.

“we’re getting married, this shouldn’t be a problem right?” you ask, as you button your new pants.

jungkook doesn’t hesitate.

“nope.”

you don’t even try to wonder if you should have hesitated instead.

OCTOBER

over the next while, you fuck jungkook more often than you’d like to admit. your initial concerns about spending too much time together once you moved in and began working for the titans make you laugh now - it’s become an opportunity every time for him to bury his cock deep inside you. there are days when you catch him after practice at the training facility and you ride him on the bench of the empty locker room. at home, there are more nights where you end up in his bed than not. your movie nights seem to always end up with you folded in half as he fucks you into the mattress, driving deep inside you until you see stars. you’ll spend the mornings waking up to jungkook’s hard cock pressed against your back and you’ll part your legs, just enough for him to lazily fuck into you in a spooning position.

he treats it like he’s taking care of his little pregnant fiancée - when you walk into his gym at home, clenching around nothing when you see him deadlifting twice your weight, veins popping out of his arms and sweat dripping down his temples. he’ll look back at you, panting and red, and sees your flushed cheeks at the doorway. jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull you inside, cooing about how pretty you are when you’re needy, and bends you over the weight rack.

your office is constantly a mess with the way he corners you and books useless appointments so he can use the time to bury his face into your pussy at your desk, as eats you out to the point where you forget your own name. he’ll shove two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans when he fucks you on top of your paperwork. you make him beg and cry out your name nearly every night, taking his length all the way to your throat. he whispers praises into your ear, breathy and uneven with need, each time he fills you up whole.

it’s so normal and casual, the way jungkook has fucked you on every surface of his huge apartment - from the couch to the kitchen counters and finally getting to feel your pussy grinding down on his cock in your bathtub. he remembers the first time it happened, when you sunk down on his length in the warm water amidst the air of citrus and pure lust. he thinks he’s never seen anything so beautiful, until you rode him like that, tits bouncing in his face.

the sex continues like this for weeks, shameless and unhindered.

“god - you’re so fucking good at this -”

the day of jungkook’s season opener at madison square garden, his team came off with a win and did so with a thirty point effort from him. neither of you could wait until you got home to celebrate, as you immediately pulled his cock out of his pants when the two of you got inside his bmw in the staff parking lot.

you’re bent over the console, ass in the air, as you hollow your cheeks around his thick length. you use your hand to stroke what your mouth can’t handle, moans vibrating into his flesh. jungkook grunts your name when you dip your tongue into the slit and swirl your tongue around his tip. he can’t help but slip his hand underneath your dress, finding your soaked panties, and begins rubbing your clit.

“stick that tongue out for me - yeah, just like that, let me see,” he groans, watching the way you slap the tip against your tongue lewdly.

you sloppily bob your head along his cock until he makes a guttural noise, his seed shooting out into your mouth. the sensation is warm and with jungkook’s fingers on your clit, you cum just like that. groans and whimpers fill up the car - neither of you concerned with getting caught in the middle of the parking garage.

when your spotty vision returns to you and your thighs stop trembling from your own climax, you release his length with a pop and a smirk on your face when you see the blissed out expression of jungkook’s face.

his eyes are screwed shut. “give me a minute,” jungkook urges and you can’t help but laugh.

and just like that, it only takesa a few moments for you and jungkook to readjust to reality. he’s driving with one hand on the wheel through new york city traffic, the other comfortably resting on your thigh. your playlist is on in the background of the car, as you’re occupied with looking at your calendar for the week.

“prenatal yoga? really, you signed me up for this?”

jungkook chuckles. “what? you liked yoga in college!” he defends, even though this is now the third thing he’s put in your calendar randomly since the start of the month. the first was puppy therapy and he claimed it’s good for your stress - which it definitely was, you had a blast. then, there was the parenting class that he attended with you and this also turned out to be extremely helpful.

“i’m guessing it’s going to be life changing and is super essential,” you tease.

he grins. “obviously.”

you do like the fact that jungkook has been preparing for this baby like he’s preparing for doomsday - seeking out every resource the two of you could possibly need as you approach parenthood. he makes sure that you never have to lift a finger either, while you’re more organized than him and have laid out all of your appointments, what to buy, and how everything fits into your schedules.

safe to say, the two of you make a great team. you never had doubts that jungkook would be an amazing dad from the beginning, based on the nature of his character alone, but it’s clear to you that his efforts and excitement are priceless. you’re nothing but appreciative.

“god, if i had to get knocked up, at least it was by you,” you joke.

jungkook laughs softly, but doesn’t say more. his eyes drift off, focused on the road now, and you don’t notice his loss of engagement because you begin to read the website for the prenatal yoga classes.

there are a lot of moments like this, when something unknown hangs in the air. it dangles and mocks jungkook, driving him mad because he doesn’t know what it fucking is. he senses it at night, after you drift off to sleep, when it’s just him staring up into the ceiling. your body will be draped over his, exhausted after taking him over and over again, cuddling into the ridges of his warm body that has engulfed you whole. sometimes, it’s over dinner, when he watches the way you eat your ridiculous cravings - jungkook has figured out that you prefer savoury cravings and if you want something sweet, it’s only ever chesecake. he has the fridge stocked with red meat and pickles, while he requests deliveries from your favourite bakery in brooklyn weekly.

you, on the other hand, don’t seem to notice it or you’ve gotten good at running away from it. this becomes glaringly obvious to you when you visit your families for the first time since the engagement was made official with a ring.

jungkook pencils in time to throw a small party in your hometown, just for your families and close friends. it’s on the weekend of an away game in a nearby city, so some of his teammates are able to attend, as well.

the cape cod house that jungkook bought his dad isn’t too far away from the neighbourhood where the two of you grew up and is more spacious than the childhood home that his mom still resides in, so it’s where the party is held. the decorations are simple - you felt that it would be weird if it was too lovey-dovey, since you and jungkook aren’t a couple. glossy, white balloons fill the living room, along with twinkling string lights and pink florals. so far, the party has gone swimmingly well. neither your or jungkook's parents have fought with their ex spouse and you both are able to not delve in too deep into the details of your relationship with guests outside of your family. no drama yet.

you eye jungkook from across the room, where he and his teammates charm your aunts with their boyish smiles. he’s so naturally friendly and kind, getting along with anyone. you recall that it’s one of the first things that you noticed about him when you met in high school.

“have you found out the gender yet?”

layla slides in the chair next you to, across from where you and your mother are eating the japchae that jungkook’s mother prepared for the party.

your mom replies for you. “it’s too early. she’ll need a bit more time.”

“yeah, the appointment is supposed to be in a week,” you say.

this is the first time that layla is able to survey your engagement up close and she takes your hand, observing it under the light. she whistles.

“he got you the perfect ring,” she states simply, a smile on her face. “he really knows you that well, huh?”

you smile to yourself, the words too true. “he does. i’m really lucky to have him.”

layla exchanges a look with your mom at your dreamy voice. you and jungkook have had to continuously repeat to your immediate families that you aren’t a couple, as you couldn’t really hide it from them like you can from your social circles. both of your parents and siblings are rightfully confused, if not skeptical. no one has openly criticized or questioned the two of you, but you can feel it.

when your mom stands up to help your uncle with something, it leaves you alone with your sister and naturally, the questions finally come.

“what?” you ask carefully, noticing the puzzled expression on layla’s face.

she sighs. “can i just come out with it? sister to sister?”

“fine.”

layla says your name, breathing it deeply. “this isn’t normal.”

“well, i know that,” you retort. “i didn’t mean to have a baby with my best friend.”

“i know you wanted this baby from the beginning, but this is getting really complicated,” layla utters slowly, watching your face for any negative reaction. “getting married? are you sure about all this?”

she gestures around the room and the sights. there’s the expensive catering in the kitchen, jungkook’s famous athlete friends, and decorations that are here to celebrate something. engagements are supposed to be celebrations of love and union and you’re sure that this doesn’t lack any of that.

you’ve heard these concerns before, especially since they’ve come out of your own mouth. “i don’t expect you to understand,” you mumble, playing with your manicured nails. “it’s just. . .i don’t know. it works for us and our friendship.”

“friendship.” layla repeats and you glare at her for the obvious doubt in her tone. she holds her hands up in defence. “come on. you can’t blame me here.”

“i know, but just trust me,” you sigh, looking away.

“okay. . .” she trails off, trying to find the right words without pissing you off. “so, you guys are just friends?”

you think about the way you were just making out heatedly in jungkook’s car, parked in the driveway before the party began. there’s the forehead kisses and the cuddling, the sweet words and compliments he constantly sends your way, and, of course, the sex. you don’t have time to answer because layla reads the way all of these thoughts sprint across your mind. she folds her arms across her chest.

“layla -” you start, but she interjects immediately.

she says your name. “be so for real,” layla tilts her head at you. “are you. . .two fucking?”

“layla.” you repeat in a hiss, frantically scanning your surroundings to make sure that there aren’t any attendees in ear shot. “keep your damn voice down -”

“- oh my god, i knew it!”

“it’s not like that!” you snap again, trying to defend yourself and maintain a low volume without completely exploding on your older sister.

layla just rubs her temples, leaning back into her chair in shock. when you told her that it was jungkook who fathered your child after a drunken hookup, she tried to not show any judgment. she sighed and remarked ‘well, at least he’s a good kid’ during that conversation. she knew that he would take care of you and the baby, no questions asked. but, this? this leaves her stunned.

“you know you’re being stupid, right?” she scolds bluntly.

“i am not being stupid, layla.”

“you’re sleeping with your baby daddy and now you’re getting married to him,” layla says, slow and careful. “and you say this is friendship? are you delusional, my dear little sister?”

she’s the first person that you’ve revealed this detail to and you think it’s for good reason. maybe you expected this kind of reaction, which is why you’ve been keeping it to yourself.

you pout, picking at your japchae. “i don’t need any advice,” you claim.

“i think you’re in love with him.”

there’s not an opportunity to even entertain your sister with a retort because your grandparents have arrived to the party and you shoot up from your seat, scurrying over to greet them at the front door. your heart races as you get away as far as you can from the conversation.

the rest of the night goes on without incident or further discussion with layla. the rest of the guests trickle in, more food is served, and some short speeches begin. you and jungkook thank everyone for making the time to attend, while your parents give a toast.

layla is the last to do so and your heart lurches when she stands up, slightly afraid of what she has to say. instead, her speech moves you and leaves you taken aback.

“hi everyone. i’m the bride’s older and wiser sister, layla, and i’m so blessed that she has chosen me to be her maid of honour.” she smiles warmly, waving to everyone with a glass of bubbly at hand. “i don’t have much to say, but a congratulations to my sister and jungkook. the two of you have been by each other’s sides for so long and it brings a smile to my face knowing that you’ll be embarking on a new life together. i know that there is so much love between you both -”

your cheeks burn red at such intimate wording. jungkook is sitting next to you, listening intently, and squeezes your hand at layla’s words.

NOVEMBER

the sentiment follows you into the next week, after you and jungkook have returned home to new york city. he’s giddy as he drives back into manhattan after your doctor’s appointment today, where the two of you finally receive the news that you’ve been waiting on. when you walk through the front door, there’s a big grin still on his face.

“we’re having a little girl, god, i’m so fucking excited,” jungkook muses, flopping onto the couch once his shoes are off.

you chuckle at the pure wonder in his eyes and you sit next to him, reaching over to gently push some hair out of his face. “i know.” you beam with pride.

with a happy sigh, you lay across the couch and over jungkook’s lap. he adjusts you so that you’re comfortable and then, all of a sudden, cages you underneath him.

“koo!” you let out a laugh at the change of position, lightly smacking his shoulder. “i almost fell off the couch, idiot.”

jungkook ignores you with a smile and lowers himself so that’s just above your stomach. you’re still barely showing - your mom mentioned it’s just in your genetics - but, jungkook has been talking to it every single day now. he kisses your belly through your shirt and you feel your chest flutter. he’s always so sweet and gentle.

“hi baby girl,” jungkook utters for the first time, his smile only growing wider at how the words taste. “we know you’re a girl now. your mom cried at the appointment -”

“- don’t snitch on me to our daughter!” you chide, poking his head.

he grins up at you at the use of the word 'our' and moves higher to kiss your cheek. jungkook’s chest brushes against yours and the slightest contact practically flips a switch in you.

jungkook notices the subtle change in your eyes and raises a single eyebrow, as if asking you silently. you flush and it’s the encouragement he needs to lean in, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

the kiss turns heavy and deep fast, as you pull jungkook closer to you. he pins your wrist above your head when you run your tongue over his lip ring, drowning in a haze of pleasure.

when he pulls away, you gasp out, “want you, please -”

and that’s all it takes. soon enough, your skirt is hiked all the way up and he’s thrown your panties across the living room floor - too preoccupied with lapping at your dripping pussy to care where. he flicks his tongue around your clit and you grind your cunt into his face, as he slides his fingers inside your pussy.

you’re screaming jungkook’s name with every swirl and suck of his lips, trembling at the way his fingers spread you open, scissoring and curling just right inside you. it’s not long before you’re squeezing his head between your thighs, as he licks every drop of your slick when the coil snaps and you reach a blinding white orgasm. he doesn’t stop at all, fingers still pressing deep into you and tongue relentless until you tap his arm twice - the code for when you’re completely spent.

jungkook’s pupils are blown out and his lips are swollen, glistening with your juices, when he pulls away. he gives you a moment to breath, coming up to press kisses to your neck and whisper praises into your ear.

“so perfect,” he rasps and even in your daze, you moan at the words.

you fumble with his belt, as he yanks his shirt off - discarding it by throwing it across the room, probably wherever your panties are. once you’re both fully bare, you hook a leg around jungkook’s waist, the tip of his leaking cock at your entrance.

“come here,” you demand, taking jungkook by the chin for a kiss.

something is different today. the kiss is unhurried, tender, and almost sweet, in the way the two of you explore each other’s mouths with patience, like it’s the very first time. you whimper into the kiss when his cock begins to drag past your walls, sinking into your heat. jungkook rolls his hips slowly, stuffing you whole and savouring every inch.

the kiss is barely broken. you only pull away ever so slightly when he finally bottoms out, buried deep inside your pussy. you both gasp out at the same time, breaths mingling, with your lips just ghosting over each other.

“mine,” jungkook exhales deeply, eyes locked on yours. his face twists with pleasure when he feels the way you clench at his words. “you like that, huh?” he grunts, your walls fluttering tight around his thick cock.

you nod violently, a throbbing burn in your belly when jungkook calls you that. “y-yeah -” you blurt out, lips parted.

something about the way he says mine lights a fire in you.

your foreheads are pressed against each other, so close, as he torturously comes out almost all the way - only to slam right back in one swift thrust - and you cry out.

“mine. this is all mine -” jungkook repeats tautly, grinding his teeth together at how good that sentence feels on his tongue. “- fuck, you belong to me -”

he picks up his pace, snapping his hips forward with each languid, wet slap against your skin. you move together with familiarity and something else, something unknown, that drives pure adrenaline through your blood. a daze spreads across your body with jungkook’s declarations, as if you’re wafting in air.

“yours, i’m y-yours -” you plead, the words falling out of your mouth before you can stop it.

“my fucking girl,” jungkook growls, his promise still inches away from your lips.

you dig your nails into his back and earn an aroused hiss from him. you don’t realize it until now, but you’re already so close to cumming. something about it has left you reeling, pushed to the edge embarrassingly fast. you don’t think anything of your words or jungkook’s - too breathless and lost in the passion to question the nature of this dirty talk. jungkook likes calling you names sometimes in bed and always praises you, but it’s never been anything so possessive and needy. it spurs you on, as ecstasy courses through your veins.

the hunger burning in his eyes is something that you’ve never seen before. he sees your own searing expression and knows your body so well. jungkook adjusts the angle, hooking your leg over his shoulder so that your clit grinds against his pelvis with each slam of his hips. the friction urges the pool of fire in your belly to let go, as he murmurs the same dangerous words of affection into your ears.

“you belong to me - fuck - you’re so good for me, you’re mine, all mine -”

between each sinful squelching sound filling the air, you don’t hide your needy moans. you completely dissolve in pleasure, your climax hitting you harder than anything else ever had, and you shatter in jungkook’s arms.

“yours -” you pant out through the rippling static of your orgasm. “- always yours, god, i love you -”

“- i love you, too -”

you don’t mean for the words to come out, but they do, and jungkook purrs it back instantly.

like he didn’t have to think about it.

he tips over the edge and with a grunt of your name, pounds his hips once last time to spill his seed inside of you. the earth stops spinning for a moment amidst the crackling passion, as you’re both left lightheaded.

jungkook’s movements stop, still inside of you, as he tucks his face into your neck. he steadies his heartbeat and as do you, closing your eyes in bliss. you thread your fingers through his hair, lazily and with familiarity. you rub circles into his scalp, eliciting sweet groans out of him.

the two of you stay like that for a while and you’re not sure how long. he pulls out at some point, but neither of you move. you’re both comfortable, tangled up in each other’s limbs. jungkook presses lazy kisses to your collarbone as you massage his scalp and tightens his arms around your body.

soon, your movements falter and you’ve drifted off with your eyes closed.

when you wake up, you’re in jungkook’s bed - he hadn’t even thought about you bringing you back into your own room. you don’t even really sleep there anymore, spending every night with him.

the city outside is dark and when you peel your eyes open, you figure that you’ve been asleep for a few hours now. you groan when you try and sit up, muscles aching from what happened earlier on the couch.

then, it all comes back to you. the possessive endearment, the three words exchanged. you still. this isn’t the first time that you and jungkook have told each other ‘i love you,’ but you know deep in your heart that it wasn’t the same back there. he repeatedly claimed you and you returned it, while he buried himself deep inside of you. there was no frantic heat in that moment, but it almost felt like he was. . .making love to you. you can still feel the passionate movements, ghosting over your limbs, and how you let it consume you fully.

you’re still frozen. you peer out into the hallway from where you sit against jungkook’s headboard and by the way the door is left open, you figure that he isn’t home. you flick his bedside lamp on, illuminating the pitch black room, and as usual, there’s a sticky note on the table. he often does this and prefers it over text so he can leave his silly little doodles - sometimes things like ‘going for a run’ or ‘grabbing breakfast for us, brb.'

this one reads: ‘bakery couldn’t deliver today, so i’m going to brooklyn for your cake brb:)’

there’s a little drawing of what you think it supposed to be cheesecake, but kind of just looks like a frisbee. you catch yourself smiling and when you do, you bury your face in your hands. the firm metal of your engagement ring mocks you when you do, the gems poking at your skin. you pull away and stare at the ring, brushing your thumb over your birthstones that line the diamond and imagine jungkook’s face when he saw it for the first time, how he must have instantly thought of you.

months ago, he was your jungkook from high school, the boy who’s never left your side and has remained your best friend for over a decade. you never looked at him in any sort of way because it was never allowed, never a choice or an option.

now? you’re wrapped up in jungkook’s sheets after he carried you to bed, waiting for him to come home with your stupid dessert, wearing his t-shirt that he must have dressed you in after he fucking made love to you, and carrying his daughter.

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