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close your eyes : part I | jjk

⤷ meeting jungkook at yoongi’s birthday was unexpected, but in less than twenty-four hours, he made you feel more alive than you have in years. letting him into your life felt just natural, but that doesn’t mean it’s simple. as you slowly get to know him, you find yourself trusting him more… but should you really? or is he hiding something from you?

— pairing: jungkook x fem. reader

— genre: strangers to lovers, ceo au, biker au, slow burn, angst, fluff, and smut

— rating: 18+

— words: 24,418

— warnings: alcohol consumption, kind of tipsy, jungkook can’t keep his eyes off our girl, mention of divorce, nervousness, mention of grief, mention of heartbreak, mention of breakup, mention of loneliness, some awkwardness, swearing, teasing, mention of crying, a kind of little argument, they’re both stubborn, kind of self sabotage, mention of masturbation, mention of death, lots of kissing, fingering, protected sex, penetrative sex, good old missionary, and multiple orgasms

— author’s note: soooo, this fic’s idea popped up really randomly and i simply started writing it 😊 this fic is honestly pure softness, but also messy at the same time. the point here is to depict someone who struggles with love after spending sooo long by herself, and she falls for someone who lets her guide the pace… biker jungkook had to be part of this, of course! this fic isn’t made to be perfect, it’s actually the opposite. honestly, i hope you all find a jungkook like this one in your lives 💖 wanted to aslo tell you that this fic will be fully written from oc's perspective, and there aren't any glimpses of jungkook's thoughts. also, special shoutout to @kooppss for her support!! she got to see this fic being written and how it changed 😅 hope you’ll enjoy it my loves 💖

SERIES MASTERLIST | PART II

The night is slowly settling, the sky taking on shades of red as the blue gets darker. For a brief moment, your eyes look up, a smile stretching on your face. The sky is beautiful tonight.

Right now, you’re waiting for your best friend outside the restaurant, as you agreed with her some hours ago. While you do so, a handsome man catches your attention. His eyes meet yours for a hot second before he steps inside the restaurant.

“Yn,” someone screams.

A bright smile grows on your face as you look to your right. Hyunri, your best friend, has finally arrived.

“Hyunri,” you say before holding her in your arms.

Tonight, you’re gathering to celebrate Yoongi’s birthday. Juhee, his wife and your best friend, has pulled out this little dinner to celebrate his 40th birthday. Anyone else would have probably asked for a big celebration, but it’s not his style. He prefers intimate dinners filled with loved ones.

“Did you wait long?” she asks when you break apart.

“No,” you reply. “Maybe a minute.”

She smiles at you. It’s been a while since you last saw her, which only heightened how much you missed her. She studied with you before you worked in the same company for a while, and last year she quit. Since then, you haven’t been seeing each other that much even though you speak every day.

Before she even gets the chance to do or say anything else, you grab her hand to take a proper look at her wedding ring. Her boyfriend proposed two days ago in the most romantic and beautiful way.

“Let me see the beauty,” you tell her.

Your eyes sparkle with joy. Hyunri deserves all the happiness in the world. She’s kind of crazy, but for sure, a woman with a big heart. No matter what, you can count on her. She’d even commit a crime for you if you ever asked.

“Woow,” you say. “It’s even prettier than in the pictures.”

“I know, right?” she asks while moving her hand to make the diamond sparkle.

“Must have cost a lot,” you say.

“But I deserve expensive shit,” she says.

You chuckle, but she’s right. She does deserve that.

“Right,” you shake your head while smiling even more.

Nothing has been decided just yet, but they’re planning on getting married next summer. They have more than a year to get everything settled. Honestly, you can’t wait for their big day. You know it’ll be mindblowing and extravagant like she is.

“Now, let’s get inside before Juhee kills us,” you tell her.

She giggles as the two of you head inside. The restaurant seems absolutely fancy—the type of place where the meal's presentation looks better than a painting. But it’s a once-in-a-while experience.

“Hello,” the host greets you once inside.

“Hello, we’re here for Min Yoongi’s birthday,” Hyunri says.

Your best friend is the social butterfly. The two of you are total opposites, like the moon and the sun. Nonetheless, you’re quite the duo. A lot of times, you wonder how on earth the two of you get along, but then you realize how much you complete each other, and your friendship just makes sense.

“Yes,” he offers you a bright smile. “Follow me.”

The man guides you to the huge terrace in the back, which basically looks like a garden. There is a rather long table placed on one side, and you recognize Juhee and Yoongi at the center. A bright smile grows on your face when you see them. Both you and Hyunri head to them, not paying any attention to the other people around the table.

“Happy birthday, Yoongi,” you and Hyunri tell him as you step up to him.

He stands up immediately, pulling you both into a warm hug before stepping back with an easy smile and thanking you for the warm wishes.

It’s genuinely great to see him again. He’s always been kind, and you’re glad you met him through Juhee. They definitely make a great couple; they just fit perfectly together. Sometimes, if you’re honest, you feel a tiny flicker of envy.

“Thanks, girls,” he says with a bright smile, gesturing toward the table. “Sit wherever you want.”

For the first time, you take a proper look at the table. Your eyes move across the guests, scanning the empty seats. Then, to your surprise, you see the handsome guy from outside. Now that he’s closer to you, he seems even prettier. Is it even possible?

You’re not sure if it’s destiny or a pure coincidence, but the only two remaining seats are the ones in front of him.

“Perfect,” Hyunri says casually, already moving forward.

She just sits down while talking to Yoongi, completely unbothered, which leaves you right across from the handsome guy. You pull your chair back, placing your bag down by your feet before finally looking up.

He’s already watching you.

For a brief second, you meet his eyes without flinching. There’s a flicker of recognition there, and then, slowly, the corner of his mouth lifts. His gaze is intense on you, and it’s honestly hard to simply look back at him.

You glance around the table, trying to avoid his gaze and looking for the bottle of wine. You’ll definitely need it to survive the night if you’re going to have the handsome stranger in front of you.

When you find it, you just pick it up and fill your glass. While Hyunri is still deep in conversation with Yoongi, you fill her glass as well. It’s no secret that she adores wine. She could drown in it if she could.

“Thanks,” she murmurs when she notices it.

“No problem,” you reply.

You don’t look back right away. You let the conversation around you settle, letting yourself blend into the rhythm of the table. You need some time and courage to interact with people. It usually drains your soul, so you definitely need some time before engaging with people around you.

When you lift your gaze again, he’s still looking at you. This time, you don’t look away as quickly. You bring the glass of wine to your lips, never looking away, and this moment is long enough to notice the way his gaze doesn’t waver, and how he doesn’t seems worried about being caught. It’s like he’s even happy that you noticed it.

Then, he looks away first. You blink and let out a quiet breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Conversation starts to settle around you—people picking up threads, asking questions, passing drinks down the table. The man next to you, Hoseok, starts to talk to you as well. He’s an absolute ray of sunshine, always throwing jokes.

But no matter what, your attention keeps slipping back to the hot stranger. It’s like your body knows you’re being watched and you need to catch it. It’s never obvious, but it’s frequent enough that you start noticing a pattern. A glance when you laugh. Another one when you speak.

“Okay,” Hyunri murmurs after a while, leaning just enough for her shoulder to brush yours.

“What?” you ask with evident curiosity, your gaze looking at the plate in front of you.

“The guy in front of you,” she continues, “he keeps looking at you.”

You let out a small and dismissive huff. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Oh, he does,” she replies.

You shake your head, reaching for your glass. The fact that she noticed how frequently he looks at you makes you feel a bit uncomfortable and shy.

“You’re imagining things,” you dismiss her once again before taking a sip of wine.

The second you glance up again, there he is, looking at you. You don’t drop your gaze immediately. You hold it for a beat before finally looking away.

“Still imagining it?” she whispers, clearly amused. “He definitely likes you.”

Her lips stretch into a smile, but you shake your head. The smug smile on her face almost makes you laugh. Any chance she gets, she tries to patch you up with someone. If she could, she’d make you date the entire world. You know it comes from a good place, but you’re just so introverted.

“Shut up,” you say, nudging her lightly under the table.

She instantly giggles, definitely enjoying herself.

“And he’s definitely hot,” she adds.

“Hyunri,” you warn her. “Don’t.”

“I’m just saying,” she replies. “He’s into you, and you should try talking to him.”

You look away, avoiding both her and his gazes. This is so strange, and it doesn’t really make you comfortable. Of course, it feels good to have a man looking at you so intently, but you’re not used to it. It hasn’t happened a lot in the past four years.

“Please,” she literally begs.

You take a deep breath before saying, “Okay, I’ll try.”

She smiles widely with happiness, and it warms your heart. You know you’ll have to interact with him at least once; otherwise, she’ll end up annoying you for the rest of your life.

The evening stretches on, the energy softening as food and drinks are being served and conversations split into smaller groups. At some point, Hoseok turns toward you with an easy smile.

“How do you know Yoongi?” he asks.

You turn slightly toward him. “Through his wife, Juhee. We’re coworkers.”

“Oh really?”

You nod. “She had started dating him when I joined the company, so I got the whole Juhee-Yoongi package straight away.”

He chuckles while shaking his head.

“Yeah, they’re quite the couple.”

“And you?”

He starts explaining how he met Yoongi years ago, together with a certain Jungkook. They were neighbors when they were younger. Their moms were close friends, and the three of them always hung out together. They still do it today. You carefully listen to him, not bothering to ask who the third guy is.

For a moment, you even forget the man in front of you. You’re so deep in the conversation with Hoseok, and you're more than glad to learn a bit more about Yoongi. You’ve only known him as an adult, and it seems so weird to discover who he was as a kid and teenager.

Hoseok then starts to explain how he ever found out about Juhee. His story is very similar to what she told you, but you’re hearing Yoongi's side, which is more than interesting. They were roommates, he was in a relationship, and she was in love with him.

“Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Yoongi was so into Juhee.”

The voice comes from across the table, cutting gently into the conversation. You look up. It’s him. He’s leaning forward just slightly now, his attention fully directed at you.

“Yeah,” Hoseok adds. “He was always talking about her when he was still dating this Jennifer.”

Juhee always makes fun of Yoongi for having dated this Swedish girl for a while. She likes to say that he wanted to try something exotic just to poke him, and he really goes with it. He’s totally in love with his wife, which you find absolutely adorable.

“And how did he react when she confessed to him?” you ask with curiosity.

Your best friend told you that after two years of being roommates, she finally confessed to him, but he totally dismissed her as he was still with this Jennifer.

“Oh man,” Hoseok laughs.

A hint of amusement flashes in the eyes of the guy in front of you. “He panicked.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Really?”

“He came to my place, totally freacking out because he didn’t know what to do. He clearly wasn’t in love with Jennifer, but knew how down bad he was for Juhee.”

“Jungkook told him to break up with Jennifer,” Hoseok begins.

“But he clearly didn’t listen to me,” the man in front of you finishes.

So, he’s the famous Jungkook, which makes sense. He wouldn’t have randomly jumped into your conversation.

“Seems like he eventually did,” you add.

Jungkook sincerely smiles before saying, “Because I kept repeating it every day.”

You chuckle, your gaze deep into his. Hoseok glances between the two of you, smiling slightly as if he’s picked up on something.

“I’m glad he listened to you,” you reply. “I wouldn’t have met him if he didn’t.”

Everything would have been so different, but you know that eventually, Yoongi and Juhee would have found their way to each other. They were roommates and madly in love.

There’s a brief pause, but it’s not awkward at all.

You’re both looking at each other, as if the world around had completely vanished. Hoseok then continues talking, but you don’t really listen anymore, too captivated by Jungkook. Eventually, you glance away, focusing on the conversation about how everything started between your best friend and her husband.

Jungkook ends up asking if you were at their wedding, which you weren’t. Your sister was getting married a day before in Italy, and you couldn’t make it to Juhee and Yoongi’s marriage. It saddened you back then, but it’s fine. They never resented you for that, and they showed you all the wedding’s pictures, which made it feel like you were there with them.

As the night keeps going, you talk with everyone around you and keep drinking wine. At some point, you can clearly feel the effect of the alcohol in your system, but you don’t really care. You’re not driving tonight. However, you’re clearly conscious that you need to slow down. Otherwise, you’ll get wasted before the end of the party.

The huge cake with the candles arrives, and you celebrate Yoongi’s birthday. He seems genuinely happy, and it fills your heart that he wanted you to be present at this special day for him. For a brief moment, your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and an odd warmth spreads throughout your body.

Right after eating the cake, Hyunri has to leave and makes you promise that you’ll let her know once you’re home. You’re left alone, but honestly, it doesn’t worry or scare you at all. Hoseok has proven himself to be a great company, together with Jungkook. The three of you talked a lot, and you have to admit that they’re funny.

Jungkook’s constant gaze on you makes you feel more and more desirable, and you wish the night would never stop.

By the time the night starts winding down, the terrace feels different. People are slowly leaving in small groups, chair scraping softly, and goodbyes stretching longer than they need to. When almost everybody has left the restaurant, you decide to do the same. It’s already late, and you should probably go back home.

You say your goodbyes to Yoongi and Juhee, thanking them again for the invitation. She tells you that you should definitely organize something sometime. Outside work, you haven’t seen each other in a while, and you also miss their daughter, Bora, whom you consider your niece. You absolutely need to organize something.

Somehow, without really planning it, you end up outside with Jungkook.

The night air is cooler now, brushing against you as you see everybody splitting and leaving. For a second, it’s just the two of you standing there. He glances at you, hands slipping casually into his jacket, but you don’t dare to look back at him; your gaze is on the building standing in front of you.

“How are you getting home?”

The question catches you a bit off guard, making you finally look at him. With his jacket on, he looks even more like sin. This man looks way too good.

“By taxi,” you say. “Or I’ll check if there’s still any bus running.”

He nods once, like he expected that answer, and you decide to pull your phone out of your handbag. Then, after a brief pause, he tilts his head slightly.

“I can drop you off, if you want,” he proposes, his eyes still glued on you.

It takes you a couple of seconds to process what he just said. Your eyes meet his once more while you lock your phone.

“You have a car?” you ask.

He shakes his head before he gestures behind him. You follow his gaze, and under the streetlight, a bike is parked. It’s honestly a very beautiful one, but you haven’t really seen many bikes in your life. They never really caught your attention whenever you’d see one.

“Oh.”

You look back at him, your gaze taking in the man standing next to you. Jungkook being a biker totally makes sense, and it definitely matches his aura. In fact, the opposite would have surprised you.

You should probably say no—that would be the most reasonable thing to do. This man is a total stranger to you, and on top of that, you’ve never been on a bike. It clearly sounds dangerous. And also, being on a bike clearly doesn’t sound like the best option, as you’re clearly under the influence of alcohol. You could throw up at any given moment.

But instead, you hear yourself ask, “You always offer rides to people you just met?”

His lips stretch in a smile, his little dimples appearing on his cute face.

“Only the ones I end up talking to at Yoongi’s birthday,” he simply says.

Before you can overthink it, you simply nod.

The two of you walk to the bike in pure silence, but his heavy presence next to you doesn’t go unnoticed. It feels strangely intimate to be alone with him after the way he looked at you all night.

Once you’re standing next to it, Jungkook takes two helmets out from what look like cases attached to the engine. He hands you one that you take with a certain hesitation, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest second.

“Ever been on one?” he asks. You shake your head, and it’s answer enough for him. He rests his helmet on the bike before taking yours from your hands. “Let me help you out then,” he says.

With the gentlest movements, he pushes your hair back, the touch of his fingers on you sending shivers down your spine. He’s so gentle with you right now. Once he’s happy with the result, he places the helmet over your head and pushes it down. By reflex, your hands catch the bottom.

A proud smile grows on his face, and his eyes glow with something you can’t quite name. It’s like he’s proud to see you wearing a helmet. After that, your little handbag is put in his backpack as it clearly doesn’t sound logical to keep it in hand while he drives through the city. The only request he has as for you to carry it and he reassures you that he isn’t heavy.

When he hands it to you, your fingers brush his, and he even helps you to adjust it on your back. For a second, your eyes get lost in the sight in front of you. The big ass man is helping you out with such a simple thing. He’s definitely a very thoughtful person.

Then, in a couple of seconds, his helmet is on his head. After that, he asks you to put your address on his phone. The thought of him knowing where you live thrills you somehow. The hot guy from Yoongi’s party will know your address.

“Alright,” he says. “Just hold onto me, and lean with me when we turn, okay?”

After spending the entire night sharing looks, you’ll be very close to him, like body to body. Never in your life have you ever been that close with a stranger. It’s kind of scary and exciting at the same time, but you can’t back up now. You already agreed to this.

You nod like that’s completely normal, but it’s not. He climbs first and holds out his hand to you. With a bit of hesitation, you take his hand and climb behind him. It’s a little awkward at first, and you adjust your position until you feel somewhat stable. The seat is narrower than you expected.

Jungkook never once looks away from you, making sure that you’re all set and ready. He’s so close to you, and your heart is beating way too fast with nervousness. Being in a bike with a random guy makes you a bit nervous. If anything bad happens, you could get very badly injured.

“Don’t worry, okay?” he asks you.

Somehow, you trust him enough to believe you’re safe with him. If your parents ever found out that you’ve been on a bike, they’ll kill you. They are very old-fashioned and convinced that every biker dies on the road, which you don’t believe.

For a second, you hesitate, hands hovering uncertainly, and then, you place them on him. You’re absolutely unsure of where you’re allowed to place them, so they rest against his sides. Maybe this is the right way to hold onto a biker. You don’t know.

“You can hold tighter,” he says over his shoulder.

There’s something about the way he says it that makes your hesitation fade just a little. And so you do as he says. Your arms slide around him, your hands settling against his torso, and you feel immediately the solid warmth of him under your palms. His body is definitely toned.

Your breath catches. This man seems like a surprise box, and it feels like they keep coming. You’re unsure of what could happen next, but you wouldn’t mind finding out more about him.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, ready to leave at any moment. As if he’s feeling it, he grabs one of your fingers and gently taps it against his torso.

“If there’s anything, you can tap like this against me, okay?” he tells you.

“Okay.”

“I’ll be careful,” he adds.

You simply nod, even though you know he’s not going to see it. The engine starts beneath you, and you feel it everywhere—through the seat, through your legs, through the way your body is now pressed against his. And then, you’re moving. At first, it’s slow and careful as the bike eases into the street. You look around, taking in the houses and the people walking around.

But as soon as he picks up speed, everything changes.

The wind hits you, rushing past your body and pulling at your clothes. Instinctively, you tighten your hold on him, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. And instead of pulling away—like you would have done under any other circumstances—you lean in closer.

Your chest is now fully pressed against his back, your arms fully wrapped around him, and your eyes are closed as if you’re too scared. You can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the subtle shifts of his body as he moves, while he guides the bike with an ease that makes you trust him without thinking about it.

When you wrap yourself tighter around him, his hand brushes against yours in a comforting way. He’s trying somehow to reassure you, and it’s definitely working because you’re slowly opening your eyes again. From this perspective, the city looks different. Everything moves faster, and the lights feel brighter around you.

And as it appears in movies, being on a bike makes you feel more alive. It’s an indescribable feeling, but a welcome one.

Every time he turns, your body follows his naturally. Your body mirrors everything he does, which is normal with the way you’re clinging to him. You try not to hold onto him too tight, too scared to hurt him, while he guides you both through the city.

Honestly, you could get used to this.

Between the rush of the wind, the warmth of his body, and the quiet thrill sitting low in your chest, you realize you’re smiling.

At some point, the streets start to look familiar as you recognize the corner near your place, the small café that’s always closed too early, and the building across from yours. You almost wish you weren’t reaching your place.

The bike slows down, gradually at first, then more noticeably. The rush of wind softens into something gentler, and the city comes back into focus around you.

Then, he stops right in front of your building.

For a second, neither of you moves. The engine is still running beneath you, vibrating softly like the night hasn’t fully settled yet. Your arms are still around him, and your body is still close to his. Slowly, you become aware of it, and heat rushes through your body.

You loosen your grip, your hands lingering just a fraction longer than necessary before you pull them back. Jungkook doesn’t move, letting you do as you wish. You climb off the bike, your feet finding the ground as the world feels slightly steadier.

Jungkook cuts the engine, and silence falls into place.

You take off the helmet, running a hand through your hair, trying to fix it in a way that probably doesn’t make much difference. Your heart is still beating a little faster than usual, and your body is still holding onto the echo of the ride. It’s like you can still feel your body moving.

“Thanks,” you say, as you block the helmet under your arm. “That was really nice.”

Jungkook lifts the visor of his helmet to look at you. He doesn’t seem like himself when only his eyes are visible. It makes him look innocent, which you truly believe he isn’t.

“I’m glad you agreed to this,” he replies.

You nod, a small smile forming. “Yeah, me too.”

You’re standing close. Closer than you would be with someone you just met, but you’re close enough to notice the details again. His expression shifts slightly when he looks at you, his gaze not rushing away. This right here—his intense gaze on you, and him on a bike with a helmet on—makes your mind race crazily.

You never knew you were into bikers…

You glance toward your building to escape him and calm down your thoughts before looking back at him. Neither of you moves to leave.

“So…” you start, then stop. “I guess it’s time to go home.”

“Yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t sound like he’s in a hurry to go.

A silence stretches between you, but it’s not awkward. It’s like something is waiting to happen, but neither of you is quite ready to be the first to move.

Your fingers wrap tighter around the helmet, your heart beating way too fast in your chest. Jungkook shifts his weight just slightly, his gaze flicking briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. It’s subtle, but not enough to notice. Your breath catches just for a second, and the air suddenly feels thicker.

You know that if you close the gap between you, you’ll let him do whatever he wants with you, which isn’t a great idea. You’re tipsy, and he’s a total stranger—who knows what he might do if you let him. So, before you start doing something stupid and silly, you take the backpack out to retrieve your own bag.

“This is yours,” you tell him.

Jungkook nods, grabbing the bag and putting it on his back.

“Can I have your phone?” he asks, which makes you frown.

Even though his question confuses you, you still hand it out to him. He types something, and seconds later, his phone starts ringing.

“Now you have my number if you ever want to get a ride again,” he says.

“Thanks,” you say as you get your phone back.

Without truly realizing it, you’re now very close to each other, and his eyes never look away from you. It’s still unsettling, but god, if you could, you’d let him do it for the rest of your life. You love the way he looks at you, even if it is too intense sometimes.

“Goodnight,” he says softly.

“Goodnight,” you repeat.

Neither of you moves right away, and you don’t want this night to finish just yet. It’s for sure one you’ll never forget. This simple ride was enough to make the night memorable, but Yoongi’s birthday party was just as amazing. This was definitely a good evening.

“I’ll see you around?” he asks.

It’s not quite a question, you know it. You smile, still feeling the echo of everything—the ride, the closeness.

“Yeah,” you say. “You will.”

He nods and then starts the bike again, the sound breaking the quiet, and within seconds, he’s pulling away and disappearing down the street. You stay there for a moment longer than you need to, replaying tonight’s events as if you need time to process everything that happened before getting inside.

Your mind can’t help but think about the way he looked at you, the way you held onto him, and the way the ride felt. You exhale softly, a small and involuntary smile appearing on your face.

As the cold air raises goosebumps all over your body, you decide to get inside. It’s time to go to bed, and you know already that tomorrow you’ll be completely dead. When you get older, it becomes harder to deal with the aftermath of a late night filled with alcohol. Thankfully, tomorrow is Sunday, which means a lot of rest.

When the door closes behind you, the silence that follows feels louder than it should. For a moment, you just stand there in the hallway, keys still in your hand. There’s a lingering warmth in your chest that doesn’t quite fade.

When you’re about to unlock your phone, you notice that his helmet is still in your hands. “Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You stare at it for a second, confused at first, but then it clicks. You never gave it back, too absorbed by his beauty.

You set it down on the kitchen counter and sit on a chair, running a hand through your hair as the whole ride replays itself again—his voice, the steady way he drove, and the way he said ‘goodnight’ like it wasn’t quite final.

You quickly send a message to Hyunri, letting her know you safely made it home. Then, a notification appears. There’s a new message.

jungkook 🏍️: you stole my helmet

You stare at the screen for a second, a smile returning on your lips. You can’t help but notice that he added a little bike next to his name, and it does something to your little heart.

you: not on purpose

The typing bubble appears almost immediately.

jungkook 🏍️: yeah, sure…

For a brief second, you don’t know whether he’s mad about it or not, so you try to think about what you could eventually reply. But before you can even type anything, another message comes through.

jungkook 🏍️: you didn’t need to steal my helmet to get another free ride 😊

jungkook 🏍️: you can simply ask

That makes you smile more than expected. You settle back on the chair, the helmet resting on the counter beside you, and it’s the proof of tonight’s wild turn.

you: i’m definitely going to ask for another ride 👀

Your heart is beating super fast in your chest. Jungkook makes you feel a certain way—one that you haven’t felt in years, and honestly, you don’t ever want it to stop.

jungkook 🏍️: i can give you another free ride when i pick it up tomorrow

Your entire body freezes when you read his message. He’s literally suggesting seeing you again tomorrow, and you’ve barely just said goodbye. Maybe Hyunri was right when she said that he liked you.

jungkook 🏍️: unless you’re planning to keep it

You feel yourself getting way too bold as you type your answer.

you: maybe

At that instant, your best friend sends you a thank-you message, telling you she’s glad you made it home safely. When she discovers who drops you off, she’ll go insane. In the end, you did more than talk with him. She’ll be proud of you, you’re sure of it.

jungkook 🏍️: do you intend on asking for more rides? 🤔

Well, you definitely would love to repeat this more often, but you can’t just say it now. You met him like five hours ago.

you: if you ever propose, i wouldn’t say no 😊

jungkook 🏍️: we’ll have to check about that tomorrow if you ever give me back my helmet

The silly smile on your face doesn’t fade away. This conversation with him feels incredible.

you: okay, so see you tomorrow then 😊

jungkook 🏍️: yes

The three dots appear and remain for a while before another message drops.

jungkook 🏍️: goodnight, yn

And this right here melts your heart. Not only because it’s a sweet message, but also because you can hear him say it, as he did minutes ago.

you: goodnight, jungkook

And just like that, you go to bed with the silliest smile on your face.

“Are we in a parallel universe?” Hyunri’s voice echoes in your apartment through your phone’s speakers. “What has happened to my best friend?”

Her words make you giggle. As always, she’s exaggerating everything, which only makes you roll your eyes.

“Why are you exaggerating like that?” you ask as you eat your breakfast.

Honestly, this morning you craved chocolate cereals, and you know it’s mostly due to the amount of alcohol you had last night. Always after getting drunk, you find yourself craving chocolate. On top of that, you’re also having a cup of coffee to help you out with the hangover. The aftermath of a night out at thirty doesn’t hit the same way as in your twenties.

“I’m not!!” she almost screams. “Wait, let me add Juhee.”

“Ri, no,” you tell her, but she doesn’t listen, of course, and adds your best friend.

“Hi guuuuuuurls,” Ju screams when she picks up the call. “How are you doing?” She seems full of energy, which makes you smile, even though you know that in a couple of minutes, you wouldn’t be smiling anymore, as they will be talking and raising too many questions related to Jungkook.

“I have to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the party,” Hyunri says.

“Why?” Juhee asks. “Did something happen?”

Is there any point in talking? No. Hyunri is going to say it anyway, and you’ll have to listen to them ranting about you as if you weren’t there.

“Our super friend here managed to get a hot babe’s number,” she teases.

“Don’t call him ‘hot babe’, it’s weird,” you tell her.

“What?” Juhee says. “How?”

You want to chuckle because her reaction is funny, but it’s best not to react at all.

“I’m still trying to figure it out, but as you can imagine, yn hasn’t said much.”

You roll your eyes for the millionth time since she called you. “Let me eat in peace,” you simply reply.

“We don’t care about that,” Juhee says. “We want details!”

Now you giggle before your eyes flutter shut for a moment. Souvenirs from last night flow through your mind. Jungkook seems to be the only thing your mind can even focus on at this moment.

“You actually know him,” you reveal. “It’s one of Yoongi’s closest friends. It’s Jungkook.”

“You should have seen the way he was always looking at her,” Hyunri continues without even letting you or Juhee speak. “He’s really into her.”

Your best friend seems very into what happened yesterday.

“Now, the best part was after the party…” she continues.

Thank god that it’s not a video call, otherwise she’d see the way you constantly roll your eyes. She’s definitely exaggerating everything. It’s like it’s the event of the year when there’s not really much to say.

“Wait…” Juhee then cuts Hyunri off. “Jungkook?”

Juhee must know tons of things about him, and most probably, she knows him well since he’s a close friend of Yoongi with Hoseok—based on what you found out yesterday.

“Yeah,” you simply reply.

Her reaction kind of surprises you. Is there something wrong with him?

“Is there anything we should know about him?”

Your heart is now beating super fast, too scared to hear something you wouldn’t like. For sure, whatever she says will impact the way you’ll see him, and in a couple of hours, you’ll be spending some time with him. Hopefully, she doesn’t have anything bad to say.

“Well…” she begins before pausing for a second. “Not sure if I’m supposed to be the one saying it, but he divorced like a year ago, and apparently, it’s been rough for him since then.”

Somehow, it’s not surprising that he was married, especially considering how thoughtful he was. And on top of that, he’s good-looking, so it mustn’t be difficult for him to find someone.

“What happened?” Hyunri asks with curiosity.

“Yoongi doesn’t speak much about it, nor does Jungkook, but from what I understood, they simply grew apart,” she explains. “But now, back to what happened yesterday, I want to know everything. Yoongi will be happy when I tell him about this.”

A smile spread across your face as you imagine your best friend telling her husband about this. “After the party, he dropped me off with his bike,” you summarize yesterday’s events.

“Annnnnd?” Hyunri tries to push you to reveal more.

“It was cool,” you say. “I’ve never been on a bike, so it was cool to live the experience.”

“You’re annoying, yn,” Juhee says. “We want to know more than that.”

“Fine,” you take a very deep breath. “He gave me his number, and I’m seeing him again today.”

Both girls scream with happiness on the other side of the phone, clearly trying to make you deaf. They really are unbelievable. However, their reaction definitely makes you happy because you know they’ve always been supportive of you. And now, they’ll definitely do everything they can to encourage you to see Jungkook as often as possible.

“I should have introduced you to him years ago!” Juhee says with enthusiasm.

“Well, if he was married, it wouldn’t have changed anything,” you reply.

“Yeah, right… He was indeed already taken,” she seems kind of defeated. “Still, now, you’ve got to meet him, and you can’t do anything stupid to ruin this.”

“He’s definitely into you, yn,” Hyunri continues. “You need to seize the opportunity.”

Honestly, you’re not really sure you’re ready for anything related to relationships. You’ve been on your own for four years, and the simple thought of dating someone scares the hell out of you. Jungkook seems like a nice guy and looks good, but what if he realizes that he doesn’t like you? What if he realizes you simply look good?

“I don’t know…” you admit.

Being single all these years wasn’t in your plans, but life happened. In between sickness, grief, and heartbreak, you gave yourself some time to breathe. Dating was the last thing on your mind, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t try to give it a shot.

Two years ago, you tried tinder, but it was a total mess. It overwhelmed you after two days, and you deleted your profile. You gave it a second chance three months ago, but it ended up with the same result.

The conclusion was that dating apps aren’t for you.

Being on your own never scared you, but sometimes, loneliness can be suffocating—like really suffocating. Those nights, tears get the best of you. Being alone isn’t easy all the time; however, you have to admit that it brings you peace, and you actually love it.

Juhee and Hyunri are worried you’d spend the rest of your life alone. You’re thirty and very much single. For a while, you totally ignored them because you didn’t give a shit about it all. But now, with this Jungkook, it feels a bit different.

“Look, I know you’re scared, but just go with the flow with Jungkook. Don’t overthink, just enjoy yourself. If it doesn’t work, then that’s it, but don’t try to push him away if he keeps coming back, okay?”

It seems easy for her to say. She isn’t the one struggling with relationships. She’s been with Yoongi for seven years, married for two years, and had a baby girl one year ago. She found her soulmate while you’re still trying to figure things out in your life.

“Okay,” you say.

For now, you just have to focus on when he shows up at your door in a couple of hours to retrieve his helmet. Probably nothing will happen, and maybe he’ll leave in two minutes. Maybe he’s not into you, as Hyunri likes to repeat.

“Now, have you planned something for when you see each other again?” Hyunri asks.

“No,” you reply instantly. “He’s just going to pick up his helmet.”

“His helmet?” Juhee asks.

“Yeah, I accidentally stole it yesterday.”

“Ooooh, our girl was so charmed that she stole something…” Hyunri teases you.

She’s not wrong, but you’re absolutely not going to admit it just yet.

“This is awkward, Ri,” you tell her.

“Okay,” Juhee intervenes. “It’s a good thing, though. You get to see him again.”

For sure, you’re going to see him, but you’re not sure how it’ll go. Probably nothing will happen.

“I might have said that I’d like to get on his bike again,” you confess.

“Girl, please beg for that ride today,” Hyunri literally begs you.

“We’ll see,” you reply. “He’s probably just going to take the helmet and leave straight after.”

“Yn…” Juhee exhales. “Don’t let him leave right after. Speak a bit with him and absolutely ask for that ride.”

You take a deep breath. You’d like to go for another ride, but would it even be appropriate if he’s coming to pick up the helmet? He said yesterday that he’ll see when he comes today, but what if he changed his mind?

Suddenly, you receive a notification from him. Your heartbeat increases drastically, and you remain silent as your friends keep talking.

jungkook 🏍️: hi yn ✨ is it okay if i come in one hour?

For a minute, you look at the message without knowing what to say or even to think.

“Yn?” Juhee says, bringing you back down on earth.

“Sorry,” you reply. “He just texted me.”

It feels like you’re in a parallel universe. Everything that has been happening since last night feels absolutely unreal.

“What did he say?” Hyunri asks with curiosity.

“He’s asking if he can come in an hour.”

“And you’re going to say yes,” Juhee tells you.

It’s not even a question. She’s saying it, and you don’t have much of a choice.

“Yes,” you confirm.

you: hi jungkook, yes it’s fine ✨

His reply comes seconds later, as if he was waiting for your answer.

jungkook 🏍️: perfect! see you

“Girls, I’ll have to leave then,” you tell them. “I need to clean my place, it’s a complete mess!”

“Okay, but you keep us updated,” Hyunri makes you promise.

“Yes, I will.”

An hour later, the doorbell rings in your apartment, and your heart starts racing. Your eyes quickly dart around, checking if your place looks presentable. In the mirror of the entrance, you quickly check your reflection to make sure you look presentable.

Following your friends’ advice, you’ve chosen a simple but not too casual outfit. So, you’ve opted for a fitted black top that hugs your frame, the neckline dipping just enough to soften the look without trying too hard. You paired your top with jeans sitting high on your waist, perfectly fitted at the hips before falling straight down your legs. And on top of that, you put on a thin belt that pulls everything together.

You’re kind of satisfied with the outfit, but somehow, it feels like your top is a bit too much. However, now that Jungkook rings at your door, you can’t back out and change.

When you look at the videophone, his strong figure captivates your full attention, and you can’t help but smile. He’s opted for a full black outfit that suits him incredibly well. He’s wearing a tight shirt under a large jacket and tucked into his jeans. In his left hand, he holds his helmet.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you speak through the interphone. “It’s the fifth floor.”

“Thanks,” he says as you open the entrance door through a button on the interphone.

You take a very deep breath, trying to calm your beating heart and your racing thoughts. “He’s just here to pick up the helmet, nothing more,” you try to convince yourself. Deep down, you wish he’s not here just for that. Deep down, you hope he’ll propose to do something. Deep down, you simply want to be around him.

A loud knock against your door brings you back to reality, and without much hesitation, you open the door. Your breath is completely taken away when he stands tall in front of you. He looks even better than yesterday, if it was even possible.

His lips stretch into a bright smile before he says, “Hi, yn.”

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say, smiling as well. “Come inside.”

You step back to let him in, and he doesn’t waste a second before getting inside your place. Jungkook looks around, discovering every corner of the apartment’s entrance. You don’t own a big place because you can’t afford anything bigger, but one thing you’re proud of is the fact that this is yours. You bought this with your own money.

He turns around, his intense gaze now on you. That part hasn’t changed since last night. He still looks at you in a way that makes your tummy twist. You really want to hold his gaze, but you just can’t.

So you look around, searching for the helmet. “Let me just grab the helmet.”

Jungkook frowns. “If you didn’t want my presence here, you could have just said it,” he begins. “I could have waited at the entrance.”

You tilt your head, trying to understand what he’s saying, and when you do, you feel guilty. You’re so awkward that you want to slap your face so badly.

“It’s not that,” you say, shaking your head.

You pause, trying to think of the right way to express yourself, even though you know you’ve already made a mess in like a second.

“I just…”

It feels like you can’t even express yourself, while he’s just waiting for an answer. For sure, after this, he’ll run away and never come back. This is more than over. You don’t even dare to look at him, too scared of what you might see in his eyes.

“I just thought you were here for it,” you finally say, slowly looking back at him.

To your surprise, you see a sly smile on his face, and even if his stare is still intense, it doesn’t feel threatening.

“I wouldn’t be here if it were just for the helmet,” he replies.

“Oh.”

Well, his reply leaves you speechless. He’s implying that he’s here for you, not to retrieve the helmet, and that does things to you. You’re not sure you can remember the last time a man said he wanted to spend time with you, except for the brief times you were on tinder. So, that doesn’t count at all.

“Do you want to drink or eat something, then?” you proceed to ask.

His smile grows bigger as he nods. “Where can I put this?” he shows his helmet.

“Follow me,” you tell him.

Jungkook does as you say, and you guide him to the living room. When he sees the stolen helmet, he instantly understands he needs to place his right next to it.

“You can sit on the couch while I bring some things,” you say with a little smile.

The man nods as you disappear into the kitchen, take some juice from the fridge, and pick up a few biscuits. You come back with all of that and take two glasses from the sideboard.

“This is all I have,” you show him.

“It’s enough,” he smiles. “I really like this orange juice. My favourite.”

His words reassure you.

“I can do coffee if you want,” you propose as well.

“No, no, this is fine,” he replies.

You nod, and the two of you start eating some of the biscuits you have. Those are lactose-free because, unfortunately, your body decided it was damn time you stopped tolerating lactose. In all honesty, this is horrible. The only positive side is that you now know what you're eating, since you always have to read the ingredients.

“Your place is cute,” he finally breaks the silence.

“Thanks,” you reply. “I bought it two years ago, and it’s slowly starting to look like something.”

He chuckles, his fingers placing a chocolate biscuit in his mouth, and you can’t help but drool over this simple action. Fuck, he looks way too hot without even trying.

“So you live alone?” he asks, as if he’s making sure nobody will show up unexpectedly.

“Yes.”

You’re not sure if it’s a good idea to let a stranger know you live by yourself—we never know what might happen. But, somehow, with him, you feel like you’re safe.

“No man is going to show up?”

Your cheeks instantly heat as you realize he’s trying to check if you’re single or not. “Are you trying to ask if I’m single?” you ask without thinking.

“Maybe,” he says, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face.

He’s going to be the death of you. There’s no way you’re going to survive him if he starts acting like that around you.

“Well, if you don’t ask it clearly, I can’t give you an answer,” you decide to tease him back.

If he wants to know, he’ll have to say it loud and clear. Jungkook chuckles before you hear him say, “Are you single?”

Heath instantly spreads through your body as you hear him say it.

“Maybe,” you keep teasing him.

He shakes his head, picking up another biscuit. Why did you even agree to meet him today? He looks way too good, and you don’t even know how to deal with him. Somehow, teasing him is the only way to do it.

“Mmm,” he says. “Is it a yes?”

You decide to nod, “I have been for a while.”

You don’t really know where you found the courage to say it, but maybe the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him can explain it. Suddenly, his face gets dangerously close, his gaze glued on yours. The strong scent of his cologne wraps around you, and you swear that you can feel your soul leaving your body.

“It’s hard to believe it,” he then says.

His words take you off guard.

“Why?” you frown.

“Someone like you can’t possibly be single for long,” he replies.

Your body heat keeps increasing while your heart simply decides to abandon you. Jungkook can’t possibly say things like that. You chuckle, not believing a word. “Is that what you say to all women?”

“No,” he says simply.

The way he says it—calm and without hesitation—makes you shiver. His answer actually surprises you because you weren’t expecting him to reply with ‘no’ so simply.

“I’m sure a guy like you doesn’t have trouble meeting women,” you say.

Even if your friend told you it was hard for him after his divorce, you’re absolutely convinced he managed to flirt—and maybe do even more—with stunning women. You’re not saying you’re ugly; it’s far from that, but you’re sure that he has seen tons of pretty women.

“A guy like me?” he raises an eyebrow.

You’re not even sure what you’re supposed to reply, but you know he understands what you mean. He’s just trying to push you to say it out loud.

“You know what I mean,” you then reply.

Jungkook watches you for a second, his face still too close to yours. A sly smile grows on his face, and your heart just drops right there and then.

“Yeah,” he says. “But it doesn’t mean I’m interested in all of them.”

His answer flusters you. Jungkook is quite straightforward, and you haven’t met a man like him before. It’s unsettling, but at the same time, impressive. As you don’t know what to reply to that, you change the topic of the conversation completely: “I believe you promised me another ride on your bike.”

As you say it out loud, it absolutely sounds dirty. You’re so fucking awkward… He’s going to think you want to go wild with him when it’s absolutely not the case. You press your lips together, trying to suppress the urge to cringe.

Jungkook doesn’t react right away, but for the first time, he looks away. It is as if he needs some time to process what you just said.

“I did,” he then replies calmly. “And we can go whenever you want.”

His eyes meet yours again, and you bite the corner of your lower lip as you think of the place you’d like to go. You’re not sure it’d be right to suggest it because it’s tied to heavy and strong emotions.

“There’s a place I used to go to,” you admit.

You don’t look at him when you continue. Honestly, it’s been a while since you’ve wanted to go there, but you were too scared to go alone. Using this bike ride seems like the perfect excuse.

“I haven’t been there in a while.”

You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. Somehow, it feels like you have forgotten how he spent last night constantly looking at you. It’s like he can’t look away, and it’s sometimes unsettling.

“I’d like to go back there,” you say, finally looking at him to see his reaction.

Nothing has changed; it’s like he’s a statue. He’s simply looking at you with that unreadable expression. Jungkook doesn’t ask questions, just nods, “Okay,” he ends up saying. “Let me know when you want to go, then.”

“Can we go now?” you dare to ask.

Again, he simply nods. The two of you stand up at the same time, and you notice a little smile on his face. He looks cute when there’s no smirk or sly smile on his face.

Back on his bike, your arms wrap around him while he drives, and you feel alive all over again. A stupid smile stretches across your face as he guides you both through the city. You didn’t think you’d be back on the bike this soon, but god, you’re definitely not going to complain.

At a red light, he looks back, his hand falling on top of yours. “You’re doing okay?”

“Yes,” you try to scream, making sure he can hear you.

“Good,” he says, his head looking back at the road.

His fingers stroking your hands warm your body in an unexplainable way, and you can’t help but wrap yourself tighter around him. Right now, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He’s made you feel a lot in less than a day, and even if you don’t ever see him again, you’d cherish those moments forever.

When the light turns green, he starts the engine. You look around, enjoying how the city becomes a blur all over again. The bike zigzags between the cars at a fast speed, giving the impression that they are barely moving. Your body moves with his as he drives you around. It’s honestly impressive.

At some point, you rest your head against his back and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind running through your body. This is so unique. This time around, having your body pressed against his doesn’t scare you. It’s actually the opposite.

Jungkook slows down as you reach the destination, your eyes opening when he speaks. “Can I park here?”

“Yeah, should be fine,” you reply.

He completely stops the engine on a little spot, and you climb off the bike. The street is almost empty, as it was the case when you used to come years ago. The two of you remove the helmets once you put your feet on the floor.

Jungkook’s gaze lands on you, and you don’t look away. His fingers quickly run through his hair to arrange it. This man is so effortlessly good-looking.

“We just need to walk a bit,” you tell him.

He nods as you guide him through the houses and down the street to your secret spot. Four years ago, when you were walking around with an aching heart, you discovered this spot with the prettiest view of the city. You’ve come here tons of times, but over time, you stopped coming.

When you reach it, you halt, and he stands next to you. The view is still breathtaking. A smile forms on your lips. Before you can realize it, your eyes meet the man next to you. For the first time, he isn’t looking at you, but at the city.

“This is a pretty spot,” he admits before looking at you.

“It is,” you say while holding his gaze.

Your hand grabs his gloved one, guiding him to the railing placed a bit further. His hand wraps around you, which honestly creates goosebumps on your body, but you simply ignore it. Once there, you don’t let go of his hand just yet.

“How did you discover this?” he asks, his eyes moving between you and the city. “This is really hidden.”

“The story behind it isn’t the most joyful,” you admit.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t feel like it,” he tells you.

You let go of his hand, put your elbows on the railing, and place your head in your hands. The helmet hangs on your arm while your eyes simply take in the sight before you. Somehow, being here doesn’t overwhelm you as you thought it’d be. It actually eases your mind.

“I lost my best friend to cancer around the time my ex-boyfriend broke up with me,” you confess, not looking once at him.

Revealing the truth feels easy when the person next to you is a complete stranger. He can’t judge you, and even if he does, you can simply walk away.

“The pain was suffocating,” you explain. “And I’d walk around the city for hours to empty my mind. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work,” you try to chuckle, but only a weird noise escapes your mouth. “One day, I stumbled upon this spot and kept coming because the noise in my head and the lump in my throat would calm down for a minute in here.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he tells you.

“Thanks,” you reply. “It’s been four years, but it feels like it was yesterday.”

You can tell that his eyes are on you, not in the city, but you don’t care. It feels good to say this to someone who isn’t Juhee or Hyunri.

“I understand,” he confesses. “Losing someone isn’t easy.”

It isn’t. Grief never leaves you; you simply learn how to live with it, but there are times when everything comes back with more intensity. In those moments, you’re brought back in time, and everything becomes unbearable all over again.

“I hadn’t come here in years, but it’s good to be back,” you admit.

“Thanks for telling me all of this,” he tells you. “And I’m happy you brought us here. It’s very beautiful.”

A small silence settles between you after his words, but it’s not heavy nor awkward. It’s just there as if you both need to proceed with everything you just shared with him. You nod slightly, your gaze still fixed on the city.

The wind brushes lightly against your skin, and without thinking, you pull your jacket a little closer around you. Jungkook steps just slightly closer, not enough to invade your space, but enough to shield you from the breeze. It’s subtle, but you notice it.

“You don’t talk about it much, do you?” he asks quietly behind you.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

The pain that comes with revealing this is always too much, but with Jungkook, it seems easy. It’s not overwhelming, nor painful. It’s just peaceful, especially with the view in front of you.

You finally turn your head to look at him. There’s something different in his expression. It’s softer—as if he can totally understand you and your feelings. It leaves you wondering if he also lost someone.

You hesitate, but then ask, “Have you lost someone too?”

He exhales quietly, his gaze drifting to the city behind you. “Yeah,” he says after a beat.

Jungkook doesn’t elaborate, and you don’t push. He has the right not to tell you everything right away. As he said, losing someone isn’t easy, and most probably, he doesn’t feel like sharing with you what he went through. Nevertheless, you’re here if he ever wants to speak.

He moves to stand next to you again, his shoulder brushing against yours. You don’t move away, nor does he. This feels right.

“I used to come here alone,” you say. “I never thought I’d ever bring someone.”

Jungkook glances at you, and you do the same. Your heart misses a beat when you notice the way he looks at you. It isn’t intense, it’s just soft and filled with feelings. Nobody ever looked at you like that.

“I’ll take this as a good sign,” he says.

You huff a quiet laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

His lips curve faintly. “Too late.”

You shake your head before looking back at the city. Another silence stretches between you, and neither of you tries to break it. It just feels good. Being here after all this time feels refreshing because things are different now.

You’ve overcome the heartbreak your ex-boyfriend caused, and the grief isn’t as suffocating as it was. You now know how to live with it, even though you still cry over the loss of your first friend. Lucas would be proud of you; he wouldn’t have wanted you to cry for years.

“Whenever you want to leave, let me know,” he says.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay a little longer,” you tell him.

Jungkook simply nods, and you remain here for a couple more minutes. When the wind becomes too cold, he places his jacket around your shoulders. You mumble a simple ‘thanks’ as you let his warm wrap around you.

No matter what the future holds for you, the simple fact that a man came with you here and showed nothing but support will forever be engraved in your heart. There aren’t many men left like him. He doesn’t question or push you to open up to him. He’s just there, and you only met him last night. What will it be like in a couple of weeks or even months if he stays around?

When you tell him you feel ready to leave, he just brings the two of you back to his bike. No one really speaks, but there’s no need to. You give him back his jacket so he doesn’t get cold while he drives—you’d feel really bad about it.

Like he did yesterday, he stops in front of your building complex. This time around, he climbs off his bike as well. When you open the case on the back to put the helmet back inside, he places his hand on top of yours.

“Keep it,” he says.

His fingers tug a strand of hair behind your ear, as if he’s trying to rearrange it. You let him do as he wishes, your eyes glued on his. Your heart is beating way too fast in your chest, ready to burst at any moment.

“You might need it again,” he whispers.

Clearly, he wants to see you again, and you’re not really sure if you’re ready for that. However, the voices of Hyunri and Juhee echo in your head. You should try not to let him go just yet.

“You’re sure?” you ask.

Your question isn’t about keeping the helmet. It’s about checking if he truly wants to stay around.

“I am,” he replies with the softest voice. “But if you don’t want—”

“I want to,” you cut him off.

Not pushing him away isn’t going to be easy, but there’s one thing you’re sure of. You love being around him. And you don’t want to let him go.

For the past two weeks, you’ve been speaking nonstop with Jungkook. Everything seems easy with him. You don’t struggle to open up; he actually silently encourages you. He doesn’t say it, but always mentions that you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.

Juhee and Hyunri have been excited about this whole thing with Jungkook. Juhee even speaks about it with Yoongi—you found out that Jungkook has been talking about you with Yoongi, but she refuses to let you know what they’ve been talking about. However, with the way she’s been encouraging you, you can deduce that it’s been positive.

Tonight, he’s picking you up for an outing. The only thing you know is that you’re going to a restaurant for dinner. Honestly, that doesn’t say much, because you don’t know how you’re supposed to dress.

If you follow your friends’ advice, you’d be dressing like a whore, and it’s not necessarily the impression you want to give him. You’ve been enjoying what’s been going on between you without the need to go freaky.

What you’ve discovered is that Jungkook is the type of man you introduce to your parents. Not the type to have one-night stands. For sure, he’s hot as hell, but beyond his looks, there’s a heart made of gold.

You’re not going to lie and say you haven’t thought of sleeping with him, but it was just a fantasy. When you’re around him, it’s the last thing on your mind. You simply enjoy his presence and every little thing that he does for you.

When you reach the main entrance of the building, Jungkook is waiting for you against the wall. For a second, you let your eyes roam over his body. Tonight, he looks different. The biker version of him is gone. Instead, he’s dressed in a full brown suit, the fabric slightly loose on his frame, like everything he wears. This man only seems to love extra-large clothes, but on him, it just works.

It makes him look attractive.

“Hi,” you say finally, once you’ve taken him in properly.

At the sound of your voice, his head turns, and his gaze instantly finds you, his eyes moving slowly over you.

The outfit you’ve opted for is different from what you’re used to. You stepped out of your comfort zone tonight, for him, even if you don’t want to admit it. So, you’ve put on a black skirt—that has been in your wardrobe for years—with a red top that adds just enough contrast. Your black oversized jacket falls naturally over your shoulders, and the boots give you a bit more confidence than usual.

It’s simple, but feels different.

“Hi,” he says, his eyes meeting yours. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you smile at him. “The suit looks good on you.”

You’ve never seen him in a suit, which somehow makes tonight feel special. You step closer, closing the distance between you, and lean in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. His hand naturally finds your lower back.

When you pull away, his hand doesn’t leave. His thumb gently strokes your lower back. The simple gesture comforts you in ways you can’t even express. In fact, being around him always brings peace to your soul. You love being with him. It’s just easy. You can simply be yourself, and he’ll never judge you.

“We should get going,” he says after a moment. “Don’t want us to arrive late.”

You nod. Before you can step away, he leans in just slightly and presses a soft kiss on top of your head. The gesture catches you off guard. Then, his hand guides you forward, still resting at your lower back as you walk together toward his car.

It’s the first time you've seen it. You’re so used to the full biker Jungkook, and this feels different. The car is pretty and most probably expensive. You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. This man definitely has good taste.

But then again, you already knew that.

His hand never leaves you as you reach the passenger side, guiding and protecting you. Feeling his warmth next to you is like having a blanket wrapped around you; it’s comforting and reassuring.

He opens the door for you without a word, and when you move to sit, he adjusts slightly to make sure you’re comfortable before closing the door behind you. The outside world fades as you settle into the seat, the soft leather adjusting beneath you. The inside smells just like him, which makes you smile.

Over the past two weeks, you’ve found yourself looking for his clean and strong perfume. It’s like your body and soul are already addicted to him, and you’ll die if you can’t have it for a day. And when you don’t, it’s compensated for by the sweet melody of his voice whenever he calls or drops voice notes.

A few seconds later, the driver’s door opens, and Jungkook slides in. You glance at him as he adjusts his jacket slightly before starting the car. The movement is simple and controlled, like everything he does. Even here, nothing about him seems out of place. If anything, it fits him too well.

The engine hums to life, and he rests his hand on the steering wheel before glancing at you.

“You’re good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

Your eyes drift around the interior before settling on the world outside through the window. The car slowly starts to glide into the street with ease.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, but the silence isn’t awkward—it never is with him. The city stretches around you as he drives. You rest your elbow lightly against the door, your fingers brushing your lips as you watch the passing streets.

“You don’t use this car much, do you?” you ask after a while.

He glances at you briefly, then back at the road. “Not really,” he replies.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmur, a small smile growing on your face. “I’ve only ever seen you on the bike.”

He chuckles a bit, which makes you turn your head toward him. “On a day-to-day basis, it’s easier with the bike,” he begins to explain. “I avoid the traffic when I go to work, and honestly, I prefer the bike to the car by far.”

He glances at you again, and you hold his gaze.

“It makes sense,” you reply as he focuses back on the road. “But honestly, I didn’t expect you to have a car like this.”

“What did you expect?” he asks with curiosity.

“I don’t know…” you shrug lightly. “Just the bike, I guess.”

A faint smile pulls at his lips. “I do have other sides,” he replies. “I’m not just a biker.”

“I’m starting to notice that.”

Jungkook slows down at a light, the red glow reflecting across his face. You watch him without really meaning to, and his gaze lands on you, neither of you looking away. At first, having him look at you was sometimes unsettling, but it isn’t anymore.

Suddenly, the red glow turns into green, but he doesn’t notice it, or at least, he pretends he doesn’t. Honestly, you could stay like this forever, but I’m sure the cars behind wouldn’t agree.

“You should focus on the road,” you whisper.

He just nods and starts the car, gliding it through the city. Your eyes look out the window once more, watching silently as the world moves around you. In the past few years, you’ve always been the driver, never the passenger, so you have to admit that it’s a bit odd to be in this position tonight.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t good.

After a while, you reach your destination, and your mouth drops as one of the fanciest restaurants in town stands before your eyes.

“We’re going to eat here?” you ask, your head turning to look at him.

Jungkook nods, and your entire body freezes. It’s barely possible to get a reservation, unless you want to wait months. And then, this is expensive as hell.

“How did you…?”

He chuckles lightly as a little smile appears on his face.

“Well, I’ve some friends who helped me out,” he replies.

“No,” you shake your head. “We can’t.”

“Why so?” he frowns. “I thought you’d love to come, you mentioned it a couple of times.”

The simple fact that he remembered you speaking about it warms your heart. He listened and remembered, which to you means more than you’ll ever be able to express.

“It’s not about that,” you say. “This is expensive.”

“And?” he replies as if money was the least of his concerns.

For the past two weeks, whenever you’d be out, Jungkook would pay for everything. Since you’ve met him, you haven’t paid a single thing, even if you begged. He always hides behind the excuse that he was the one inviting you, which wasn’t true all the time.

“I already know you,” you tell him. “You won’t let me pay.”

“I invited you, so I should be the one paying for it.”

“Not this time,” you clap back. “And if you don’t let me, I’ll never speak to you ever again.”

He raises an eyebrow while his eyes try to read yours.

“I dare you to,” he replies.

You’re almost offended by his words. “You don’t believe I can?”

“You’ll for sure do it at first to prove me wrong,” he begins explaining. “But you wouldn’t resist too long.”

Now you’re offended that he already knows you. This sounds totally like you. As you’re stubborn as hell, you’ll try to prove him wrong by ignoring him for as long as you can, but then, you’ll stop. And you both know the reason. You’ll miss him.

As you don’t know and don’t want to reply, you beg, “Just let me pay, please.”

“If it’s expensive for me, it is for you too,” he replies instantly, crossing his arms against his chest.

As you’ve also noticed, there’s no arguing with him. If he has decided something, you can do, say, or ask whatever you want; he’ll just do as he planned and won’t flinch at all.

“At least, let me pay for my part?”

Your words sound more like a question than intended.

“Give me a solid reason, then,” he flatly says.

“The expensive part isn’t reason enough?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

You sigh in defeat, knowing damn well, you’ve already lost this fight. He’s going to pay whether you want it or not. It’s honestly very chivalrous, but he shouldn’t have to pay for everything. It’s like his wallet knows no limit.

“I just feel bad, okay?” you then confess. “You always pay for everything, and I don’t want you to throw your money like that.”

At that moment, something entirely soft appears in his eyes, and his shoulders slightly drop down. His hand finds its way to your cheek before his thumb slowly and gently strokes it. His face gets closer, his hot breath caressing your face.

“I throw my money where I want to,” he gently whispers. “And it’s worth it with you.”

Your eyes inevitably stare down at his lips for a hot moment before shifting up to his eyes. Jungkook can’t throw things like that, especially when it makes you feel so special.

“It’s not fair,” you admit out loud. “I should be able to do it too.”

He chuckles, his eyes still glued to your face.

“Keep your money and make good use of it,” he answers.

You shake your head, looking away and pushing his eyes off your face. He makes everything harder. It’s impossible to resist him.

“Why can’t you let me pay?” he sincerely asks.

His question catches you off guard, which makes you stare back at him instantly. You tilt your head, and you can tell by the look on his face that he isn’t used to this. So, it leaves you wondering if people just let him pay without even questioning it.

“We both work our asses off to earn it,” you start explaining. “It feels like I’m exploiting you when I also have the means to pay for everything we do.”

You don’t know much about his job; he’s always so vague about it, as if he wants to avoid speaking about it. All you know is that he works in finance and he’s gotten promoted several times. With those few pieces of information, you deduced that he must be comfortable in life. Now, to what extent, you don’t really know.

“Please don’t feel like that,” he mumbles. “It’s never been my intention.”

Of course, you know it, and you also don’t want him to feel bad about it. You’re simply not used to all of this. Even your ex would let you pay, but things were different back then. He was struggling financially, and it wouldn’t be right to let him pay for everything. But still, it just feels wrong to let Jungkook do it.

“This is my way of expressing my gratitude for spending time with you,” he whispers with the biggest doe eyes.

Damn, how are you supposed to resist him? Those doe eyes always get the best out of you. He gets whatever he wants with that.

“That’s nice of you,” you tell him. “But just let me sometimes pay, okay?”

He nods, and you can’t help but press a soft kiss on his cheek, even though his lips are the spot you’d like to kiss.

“But it’ll start after this dinner,” he replies.

Well, there’s no more arguing left now. You’ve found a middle ground for now, but you’ll for sure remind him of it next time he doesn’t let you pay.

“Okay,” you agree.

The rest of the night just goes well. The conversation flows perfectly between the two of you, and you absolutely enjoy the dinner. The restaurant looks even better than in all the pictures you’ve seen online, and you’re definitely grateful that Jungkook managed to find a table.

Obviously, you let him pay for you, but you had to bite your tongue when you saw the price. Even if you carefully chose a not-too-expensive plate, it was still a lot. Nonetheless, everything was super good, and let’s not even talk about the wine. It was so good that you swore you had an orgasm just with it.

When he drops you off, it feels like the night was too short. You wish you could spend more time with him, but you don’t want to scare him off just yet.

“Thanks for the night,” you tell him once you’re in front of the building’s entrance.

“I should thank you too,” he replies. “It was great.”

You nod, agreeing completely with him. It was really good, and you’d love to do this again.

“We should repeat it,” you say.

“As long as you keep my helmet, we’ll repeat this as much as you want.”

The helmet has become the guarantee that you’ll keep seeing each other, as if it’s an excuse. Somehow, you know that as long as you have it, you have him as well. It’s proof that he trusts you and wants to spend time with you.

A smile grows on your lips, and you swear that at that moment, your body melts. The more you spend time with him, the more you love every single word falling from his pretty lips. It’s like he’s a romantic man without even trying.

“I’ll keep it forever then,” you admit.

Jungkook gets closer, his hand delicately placing a strand of hair behind your ear. This simple gesture sends shivers down your spine. Your eyes get lost in his, and the world seems to disappear around you as his thumb lightly brushes against your cheek, leaving a warmth that spreads through your entire body.

“I’d love nothing more than that,” he whispers, his face moving way too close to yours until you feel his hot breath on your skin.

Your heart hammers faster and faster in your chest, and for a brief moment, nothing else matters. He’s about to kiss you, there’s absolutely no doubt about it, and truthfully, there’s nothing else you want more right now.

“I’ll keep it safe,” you reply, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips.

His nose brushes against yours, the bare touch making you shiver. When his eyes search yours, you know he’s silently asking for permission. And when you don’t pull away, he simply knows.

Then, he closes the distance.

His lips press against yours with hesitation at first. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, holding you while he deepens the kiss. The world entirely disappears as his lips move against yours, consuming you completely.

Your body leans into his instinctively, your hands finding his chest to bunch the fabric of his suit jacket beneath your fingers. When his tongue brushes your lower lip, your stomach flips, and you let him in. The sensation is overwhelming and beautiful.

When you break the kiss, you’re both breathless, foreheads resting against each other as your eyes meet once again. Jungkook’s fingers softly caress your face, and his touch is so soft. You close your eyes to savor this moment.

None of you speaks, too lost in the moment to even express what you feel. Jungkook has made you feel so loved in such a short time, and it’s in all the little things he does, like making you keep his helmet. And above all, he’s shown you that he’s there, by your side. That’s worth way more than any word he could ever say.

His lips meet yours once more as if he needs to repeat it to make sure it’s real. And you let him consume you as much as he wants. He can even take your soul if he desires, because you know that he holds your heart in the palm of his hand.

“Miss yn,” Juhee says when you pick up her call.

“Hi to you too, Ju,” you reply.

Last night you slept like a baby, your dreams filled with Jungkook and his sweet lips.

“How on earth am I finding out through my husband that you kissed Jungkook?” she says, trying to sound angry, but she fails miserably.

Her words catch you by absolute surprise. It’s been a couple of hours since it happened, and Yoongi is already aware of it? You haven’t imagined Jungkook being the type to share everything so fast with Yoongi, his best friend.

“Woow, he already knows?” you ask.

“Of course he does. He has like a group chat with Jungkook and Hobi, and they share everything,” she explains. “Like absolutely everything.”

“Oh.”

“BUT I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!” she screams on the other side. “Gosh, I’ve been dying to hear that since Yoongi’s birthday!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile appearing on your face. You’re also happy that you finally kissed. You’ve been giggling all morning, thinking about it.

“Don’t get too excited,” you reply. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Stop,” she instantly says. “It wasn’t just a kiss, and we all know it.”

She isn’t wrong, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself. The last time that it happened was with a man who broke your hearts months later. You really don’t want to get hurt. However, it’s clear that you’re letting Jungkook in and giving him all the powers to hurt you.

“Look, you never heard this from me, but Jungkook gets as excited as you about whatever is going on between you. Yoongi even told me that he hasn’t seen him this happy in years.”

A little silence falls between you—one that simply allows you to process for a moment what she just told you.

“I know I promised Yoongi I’d never say anything, but I want you to realize that he’s really into you,” she breaks the silence. “I know you’re scared because of what Elliott did to you. But you can’t be scared for the rest of your life. If you want to find someone who loves you, you have to let them in,” she pauses for a hot second. “You have to let Jungkook in.”

It’s easier said than done. You know you’ll always overthink everything, which probably isn’t the right move.

“And if he ever dares to do something wrong, we’ll kick him in the ass!” she adds. “Now, seriously, we’re rooting for you because you both deserve this.”

“Thanks, Juhee,” you tell her.

“Now, tell me everything!” she urges you.

You chuckle before saying, “He told me that as long as I have his helmet, we’ll keep having dates.”

“Oh god, he’s soooo cheesy,” she says. “But damn, that’s so sweet.”

You then explain everything in detail—from when he picked you up to when you kissed. She keeps giggling through it all, and somehow, it fulfills you that your best friend is so invested in your love life. You know that she’ll support you no matter what.

After that, your sister shows up at your place with your favorite niece in the world—well, it’s your only niece—because she has an important appointment with her husband. They’ve been trying for a second baby through IVF. They followed the same route with your niece, as they were aware of their fertility issues.

Your parents are out of town; they went on a trip to Thailand to enjoy some time alone. With your sister, you’ve encouraged them to do it because they’ve spoken about that trip for years. They decided to go there for three weeks and visit as much as they could.

“Don’t be too silly, okay?” your sister tells your niece, Ivy.

“I promise, mommy,” she replies with the sweetest voice.

“Don’t worry, sissy,” you add while you grab your niece in your arms. “She’s always been good with me.”

Ivy wraps her tiny legs around your waist and her arms around your neck. She’s so tiny for a 5-year-old, but so clingy. You absolutely adore this kid with all your soul.

“Yeah, but I just want to make sure she doesn’t drive you crazy,” she retorts.

“If anything, I’m the one who will drive her crazy,” you chuckle.

Your sister smiles, knowing damn right that it’s the truth. Before your niece existed, you were driving your sister crazy since the day you were born.

“Now, go before you arrive late at your appointment,” you urge her to leave.

She presses a kiss on her daughter’s cheek before doing the same to you.

“Have fun!” she says as she disappears into the hallway.

You close the door, put down your niece, and look at her. She brought her coloring book with her, and it might keep her busy for a moment. You’re not sure how long the appointment will take, but if it lasts long, you’re not sure the coloring will be enough to keep her entertained.

“Let’s get to the living room,” you say, grabbing her little backpack. “Want your favorite juice?”

Since you never know when she might show up at your place, you always have her favorite orange juice, which you recently found out is also Jungkook’s.

“Not yet,” she replies.

Once in the living room, she sits down on the floor in front of the coffee table, takes his book and the coloring pencils, and chooses which coloring she’ll do. On your end, you decide to sit on the couch, which is more comfortable than the floor.

“Do you want to watch something in particular?” you ask.

“Can we watch The Little Mermaid?”

You nod and put it on. She’s obsessed with it; luckily for her, you adore it too. Otherwise, you would have grown tired of watching it every time she comes. At some point, your phone buzzes next to you, and your eyes quickly take a glance.

The second you notice it’s a message from Jungkook, the silliest smile stretches on your lips. For a moment, your eyes run over his message. He’s asking if you’re doing something today. Since your niece is sitting between you and the tv, you take a picture to show him what you’re currently doing.

you: taking care of my niece

The three dots instantly appear on your screen.

jungkook 🏍️: lucky her

Your smile grows bigger, you’re sure it’s reaching your ears.

you: you could come after, if you want 😊

Your heart is beating way too fast in your chest. You’d love nothing more than to spend time with him, especially after how last night went. You’d love to kiss him all over again.

jungkook 🏍️: of course

Your face gets hotter because he didn’t even hesitate.

you: and could we go on a ride? i miss it 🫣

jungkook 🏍️: we do whatever you want

There is a little pause before he sends you a second message.

jungkook 🏍️: everything is fine for me

He’s way too nice. You’re scared you’ll tire him of going on rides, which you don’t want because you enjoy it too much.

you: aren’t you tired of me asking that?

“Aunty?” your niece suddenly turns around.

“Yes, princess,” you say while putting your phone aside.

“Which color you think is better for the dress?” she asks.

She shows you all her pencils, and you look between them and the coloring, trying to figure out which will suit best. The green seems instantly like the perfect color. In the background, your phone buzzes, letting you know Jungkook has replied.

“This one,” you show her the green pencil.

She takes the pen without thinking much and starts coloring. You decide to remain on the floor, next to her, so you grab your phone from the couch. When you unlock it, you notice three messages from Jungkook.

jungkook 🏍️: no, i love my bike

jungkook 🏍️: and i like the rides with company

jungkook 🏍️: you can keep asking as much as you want

A smile grows again on your face. You feel like a teenager falling in love with her crush, and damn, you don’t want that feeling to ever disappear.

you: don’t say that, i’ll ask every single day for a ride

Your heart beats crazily as you type your second message.

you: might even ask you to drop me off at work at some point

“Who are you talking to?” Ivy suddenly asks without hesitation.

Your eyes move from the phone to her tiny figure.

“A friend,” you tell her.

“Is your friend cool?” she asks.

“Absolutely,” you reply instantly.

Without even looking, you notice his answer, but you don’t look just yet as you speak with your niece.

“How cool?”

She’s way too curious, but you don’t mind. She’s still young and cute too, so she can ask or say whatever she wants with you.

“Like he has a bike,” you reply.

“Woow,” her little mouth takes the ‘O’ shape as she speaks. “Can I see a picture?”

Well, you don’t have a picture of his bike.

“Wait, let me ask him.”

She nods, and your eyes fall on your chat with Jungkook.

jungkook 🏍️: i’ll do it gladly

Your heart melts right there and then. What have you done to find someone like him? He’s just so nice and sweet with you. You feel like you can ask for the moon, and he’ll hand it to you without even blinking.

you: you’re too nice!

you: my niece is asking for a picture of your bike

you: can you send one?

It takes a couple of minutes before you receive the requested picture. It doesn’t do it justice at all, but it still looks good.

“Here you go, little monster,” you tell her as you show it to her.

“It’s beautiful,” she says with the biggest doe eyes.

She takes her time to look at the picture as if the bike will suddenly come to your living room if she keeps looking. She looks cute, though. Then, a message from Jungkook pops up.

“You have a message, aunty,” she points out.

jungkook 🏍️: i can come if she wants to see it irl

You almost giggle in front of her. Seems like Jungkook would find any excuse to come see you, even using your niece.

“Would you like to see it?” you then ask to Ivy. “Like really see it?”

“I can?” she says as her eyes widen, and a bright smile grows on her face.

“Yes, my friend can show it to you,” you tell her.

“Yes, yes,” she says, completely excited.

She stands up and starts jumping with happiness. It really fills your heart to see her like that, and you’d do anything to make her happy until she becomes old. Even though she’s your sister’s daughter, she’s kind of your baby too.

you: she would absolutely love that

jungkook 🏍️: okay, i’ll be there in 10 minutes

“We can keep watching the movie until he arrives, okay?” you tell her.

She nods before sitting down on the floor next to you. She presses her tiny body against yours, and you wrap your arm around her. This little girl definitely owns your heart.

Exactly ten minutes later, you receive a notification from Jungkook, letting you know that he’s arrived. Somehow, knowing that your niece is going to meet him makes you nervous. Why? Because it’s like letting him in your family. Ivy is definitely going to tell her parents about this, which will lead to your sister asking about this, and then, she’ll definitely want to meet him.

“So, little monster,” you tell her. “My friend’s here, but before going, I have something to give you.”

She nods, and you disappear into your room to pick up the helmet. When you come back, you hand it to her.

“To make it even cooler, I’ll let you borrow my helmet,” you smile at her.

“Thanks, aunty,” she says.

“Now, let’s put that jacket on because it’s too cold outside.”

The two of you get ready. You look like an absolute mess. You weren’t exactly planning on seeing Jungkook, so it’s just you, your large Sabrina Carpenter shirt, your oversized jacket, and your grey sweatpants.

When you’re finally outside, she sees the bike right in front of her. She gets super excited, which is somehow super funny. As he notices you, Jungkook climbs off his bike and takes his helmet off.

“Hi, mister,” Ivy says while extending her hand to him. “I’m Ivy, her niece.”

“Hi Ivy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he says, taking her hand and gently shaking it. “I’m Jungkook.”

His eyes briefly shift to you, a bright smile appearing on his face.

“Heard you wanted to see a bike for real,” he says with a gentle voice as he lowers himself to her level.

“Yes, my aunty even brought her helmet,” she tells him.

“Well, we will only put it when you’re on the bike,” he explains to her.

“I can go on it?” she asks with evident excitement.

“We’re not going to drive, but you can sit on it,” he tells her.

She gets even more excited, and he takes her in his arms before placing her on the bike. She looks so so tiny on it, but it’s honestly one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen. She’s ridiculously adorable like that.

“Now, Ivy’s aunty,” he says to you, “can you please give me your helmet?”

You nod as you give it to him. With all the care in the world, he places it on top of her head. Obviously, it is way too big for her, but she’s absolutely living her biker dream. As you watch them interact, your heart melts completely. You never knew you needed this in your life.

Jungkook climbs behind her at some point and starts the engine. You obviously take the helmet back as it is too heavy and big for her little head. Let’s avoid hurting her while she’s under your watch. Your sister would kill you if something happened.

He leans in slightly, making sure that he doesn’t squish your niece, and one hand settles on the handlebar.

“Watch this,” he says.

He twists the throttle, and the engine roars to life beneath them, the sound low and powerful as it vibrates. Ivy’s eyes widen instantly. With a small smile, Jungkook gently takes her hand and places it on the handlebar.

“Feel that?” he says.

Ivy nods, almost bouncing in place as the vibrations hums under her fingers. This moment unfolding before your eyes is honestly marvelous. Ivy is clearly so happy to be on a bike for the first time in her life, and Jungkook is more than happy to share this moment with her. He clearly loves his bike. No wonder he doesn’t mind going around with you.

“Aunty,” Ivy calls you, “can you take a picture, please?”

You take your phone out of your pocket, placing yourself in front of them. Jungkook holds her tightly in his arms while she still has her hand on the handlebar. They both give you their brightest smiles. You take several pictures, and then they go back to discuss the bike as if you don’t even exist.

Jungkook tells her many things about it, like how and when he bought it, how he started driving bikes, and how much he loves being on it. She begs for a ride, but he categorically refuses, as it is too dangerous, which you emphasize as well. Obviously, she’s a bit disappointed.

Honestly, you don’t know how long you stayed outside, but you know that it’s enough to have your sister back from her appointment.

“What are you—” she freezes the second she sees her daughter on a bike with a stranger.

“Wait,” you tell her before she joins them. “He’s a friend of mine, and she’s completely safe with him. They’ve been at it for god knows how long.”

Your sister stands next to you, looking at Jungkook and Ivy on the bike, who are animatedly talking.

“A friend of yours?” she raises an eyebrow. “Is it the sexy kind of friend?”

Your eyes move from Jungkook and your niece to her. You really can’t believe her. One second ago, she was concerned to see her daughter with a stranger, and now she’s asking if you’re being freaky in bed with that stranger. Unbelievable!

“Don’t!” you tell her. “It’s not like that between us.”

“Well, with a friend like that, I would have already opened my legs,” she chuckles.

You tap her arm, which only makes her laugh even more. “You’re married.”

“But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating a good-looking man when I see one.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed by what she’s saying. If you didn’t know, you’d believe that she doesn’t care about her husband, but that woman is like desperately in love with your brother-in-law. However, you still decide to tell her what’s going on between you and Jungkook. She’ll find it out anyway.

“If you want to know, this is a friend I’ve been seeing for like two weeks and whom I kissed last night,” you tell her.

She gasps at your words. “You’re telling me that my baby sis is finally giving a chance to a guy?”

“Exactly,” you reply.

“Well, this day couldn’t be going any better!” she says with a big smile on her face.

“You got good news from this appointment?” you ask.

“We’ll start next week our first round,” she explains, and you instantly hug her.

You’re so excited for her. You know how much it means to her to have a baby, and knowing that the whole process will start next week makes you incredibly happy for her. You can’t wait to have another niece or nephew.

Your sister then decides to join her daughter and Jungkook to check up on them. Ivy couldn’t be happier than she is right now.

“Little lady,” she says when she’s next to them. “I leave you with your aunt, and you decide to trick a young man into showing you his bike?”

She laughs with her entire soul, which is an absolutely adorable sound, by the way.

“He’s aunty’s friend,” she explains to her mom. “He agreed to show it to me.”

For the first time since he showed up, his gaze lands on you, and damn, your heart stops beating instantly. The softness in his eyes and the way they glow get the best out of you. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, but you know that this moment fills him with joy. And man, you’re so glad your niece asked for this.

Your sister introduces herself to him, and for a little moment, they discuss. She’s completely charmed by him, just like her daughter. You look at everything from the outside and simply let them discuss. You wouldn’t want to influence the opinions they’ll have of each other.

Somehow, it scares you that he got to meet your sister while you’re still figuring things out between you. But at the same time, it reassures you, because if she believes he’s an asshole, you’ll know where you stand.

He and Ivy end up leaving the bike, and you join them so you can say goodbye to your sister and your niece. When your sister hugs you, she says, “He’s definitely a keeper, so don’t mess things up.”

You hold her even tighter and close your eyes for a second. Knowing that she appreciates him fills your heart.

“Now, let’s go home, Ivy,” your sister says to her daughter.

The little girl waves at you as they disappear into the street. Her car must be parked somewhere, hopefully not too far, so they don’t have to walk too much.

“So, where do you want to go?” Jungkook asks when you’re alone.

“Like now?” you ask with surprise, and he simply nods. “Well, I don’t have the most appropriate clothes.”

“We can stay at your place if you want,” he suggests.

Honestly, you don’t really know what you want to do right now. Staying at your place isn’t what you want to do at this precise moment, but you also look like an absolute mess, so you don’t really know if it’s a good idea to even go somewhere.

“Maybe we can go to the little coffee shop you talked about the other day,” you suggest. “But I’ll just need to change before.”

His hand takes yours, pushing you closer to him. His breath instantly falls on your face as you both get lost in each other’s gaze.

“No need to change,” he whispers. “You look good.”

“But—”

Before you can even add something, his lips find yours for a soft and gentle kiss. It catches you a bit off guard at first, but you reciprocate quite quickly. Your hands find their way to his neck, pulling him closer while his hands rest on your back. If this is how it’s going to be every time you see him, well, you already can’t wait for next time.

When you break the kiss, you look at him with the silliest smile on your face. These moments with him bring so much peace and happiness to your heart. You definitely don’t ever want to let him go, especially since there’s still much more to discover about him.

“You can’t do that to shut me up,” you gently hit his chest.

“I wanted to do it the second you appeared with your niece,” he confesses.

“Still, it’s not an excuse,” you tell him.

“I—”

And you do as he did to you: you kiss him to shut him up. He instantly kisses you back with a passion that could be overwhelming if it wasn’t welcomed. Your fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck, as his fingers stroke your back with such gentleness.

“Let’s go to the coffee shop,” he whispers when you break apart. “Before we keep kissing over and over.” And just like that, you climb on his bike and disappear into the street.

As time goes on, you’ve been spending more and more time with him. You’re basically inseparable; he’s always showing up at your doorstep and texting you constantly. Going around on his bike has kind of been your love language.

Even though you’ve been having a lot of fun, it’s obvious that it’s becoming very serious between you. You find yourself waiting for his messages and craving to see him constantly. You absolutely love being with him.

So far, you haven’t put a label on whatever is going on, and except for little kisses here and there, nothing physical has happened, which, being honest, makes you happy. You don’t want to turn this relationship into something sexual.

Why?

It’s simple. You want Jungkook to appreciate you for who you are and not for the sex. On top of that, you haven’t been intimate with any men since your last breakup four years ago, so it kind of frightens you to get freaky with him.

He hasn’t initiated or pushed you to do anything like that, and honestly, you couldn’t be more thankful for that. You’re not sure how you would have reacted if he ever did something.

Jungkook has also been nothing but a gentleman. He sometimes accepts letting you pay, even though you can tell it’s hard for him, which always makes you laugh in some way. However, he’ll compensate in another way, like for example, he’ll buy a bouquet of flowers, or he’ll show up at your place with ramen or your favourite chocolates.

Juhee, Hyunri, and your sister have been encouraging you a lot and giving you tons of advice. It’s been helpful whenever you’d feel like it’s too much, because you’re not used to this anymore.

There are some moments where you question everything. You know you shouldn’t because he’s been nothing but a gentleman, giving you the space you need while still being around. A lot of times, you find yourself doubting it all.

“Should you give him a chance? Should you keep doing this? Should you let him fully in?” Those are some of the questions that sometimes cross your mind.

Also, you’ve been used to being on your own and dealing with everything by yourself. And now, you have someone ready to help you whenever you need it. It’s new, and sometimes, you feel like you’re sharing too much. You feel like he might run away, but he never does. He just helps you.

Even compared to your ex, Jungkook is way more present and supportive. Your ex was definitely there and trying to help you out, but it wasn’t the same. You know you can count on Jungkook no matter what, whereas with your ex, you’d sometimes hesitate to share things with him.

And honestly, back then, you would have preferred having Jungkook because you were dealing with a best friend who was dying. Your ex was there even though he wasn't, and you found out later that he was getting closer to the girl he had always had a crush on, which, honestly, is a jerky move.

This weekend, Jungkook invited you to spend it together in a little house out of the city. Obviously, you hesitated at first, but following many conversations with Juhee, Hyunri, and your sister, you agreed to it.

Honestly, it’s such a beautiful place. It’s surrounded by nature, with other small cabins nearby. You don’t know how he found this place, but you’re happy he brought you with him.

“I heard this is the perfect spot to watch the stars,” he tells you Friday night, right after you arrive.

You inevitably look up at the sky, and the stars shine so bright. The sky is absolutely clear, which is hard to see when you live in a city. A smile stretches across your face.

“We could lie down and watch them together, if you want,” he suggests.

“Absolutely!” you enthusiastically reply.

Jungkook grabs a blanket from the inside before placing it on the floor. You both stand next to each other, your eyes focused on the bright sky. You can’t remember the last time you properly looked up there; it feels like you never have the time to slow down and enjoy life.

The two of you remain in silence for a little while, simply enjoying each other's company. Silences with him are never heavy or awkward. They actually are peaceful, as if they’re mending something inside both your hearts.

“I was married once,” he breaks the silence, his eyes still fixed on the sky.

You also don’t look at him, but deep down, you’re happy that he’s mentioning it to you. Never once have you said or commented on anything about it, preferring to wait for him to speak about it.

“Was it a long time ago?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.

“The divorce was settled a year ago,” he replies. “We were together for eight years at the time of the divorce, and we had celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary a couple of months before.”

They were together for a long time, and it’s saddening to know that his marriage didn’t work out. It must be painful to realize that the person you wanted to spend your life with isn’t the one.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you gently say. “What happened?”

“Time happened,” he replies before pausing for a while. “After a while, we started to grow apart. We were barely spending time together, and whenever we were, it just didn’t feel right. We would always find excuses to avoid each other.”

Picturing a Jungkook avoiding someone he cares for seems absolutely strange. Since you’ve known him, he’s been finding every possible excuse to spend time with you. However, you know that the version of him that you know isn’t the one that he was back then. If anything, the past version of him created this new one.

“My world also changed a lot at some point, and I guess that over time, she stopped accepting it,” he adds. The way his voice breaks at the end makes your heart ache, so your fingers find his to intertwine them, trying to reassure him in some way.

“On top of that, my family never appreciated her. My dad always told me that she was too superficial, so in the end, it didn’t help.”

Jungkook has barely ever talked about his family. You’ve noticed that he never speaks about his mom, which leaves you wondering whether she was ever a part of his life. His father is mentioned here and there, and you can tell he truly loves him. You also know that he has a younger brother.

“Love wasn’t there anymore, and even if it was the right thing to do, it still hurt,” he confesses.

Your eyes drift from the stars to his face. It’s plainly evident that it still affects him, but you guess it’s the aftermath of a divorce. If you get married in the first place, it’s because you loved the person so deeply. A divorce can feel like a failure.

“I really thought she was the one,” he says, his eyes meeting yours now.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” you tell him.

Even though you wouldn’t be here with him today if he was still with her, it’s still sad.

“I’m too,” he confesses. “But I don’t regret it.” Your eyebrows furrow, not sure what he means. “A divorce isn’t easy, don’t get me wrong, but when it’s not working, there’s no point in staying. We weren’t happy, and I don’t regret choosing to end things.” Jungkook pauses for a moment, his gaze lost on yours. “And I wouldn’t have met you.”

Your heart is seconds away from bursting with joy, and your hand squeezes his. For sure, if his marriage had worked, you wouldn’t have met him, or maybe you would have met him with his ex-wife.

“And believe me, getting to know you has been the best thing to ever happen in my life,” he adds.

The confession hits you harder than expected. Heat instantly rushes to your face, and for a second, you genuinely don’t know what to do with yourself. How are you even supposed to respond to something like that? Nothing you could possibly say would ever sound as meaningful as his words.

“You can’t say things like that,” you shily say.

“I’m just stating the truth,” he says. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

Inevitably, you hide yourself in the crook of his neck, which makes him giggle, and his arms wrap around your body, holding you as tightly as possible. His strong scent invades your nostrils, and god, he smells so good. Jungkook chuckles, his chest vibrating against your body.

“Why are you hiding?” he asks as his hand runs through your hair.

“Because when you say things like that,” you mumble against his neck, “I don’t know what to do with them.”

“You don’t have to do anything with them,” he adds softly as his fingers keep running through your hair. Jungkook shifts just enough to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I’m not saying it so you’ll give me something back,” he continues. “I just want you to know.”

Your arms wrap around him, and you simply hold him tight against you. What have you done to deserve someone like him? He’s just so patient with you; it’s simply unbelievable.

“I’m also happy I got to meet you,” you mumble against his neck. “Everything seems easier with you.” Revealing your feelings isn’t something you’re comfortable with, but since he’s been nothing but adorable with you, it just feels right to let him know what you think, too.

“Things don’t have to be complicated,” he says quietly. “At least, not with me.” He pauses for a second. “I really like you, and that’s enough for me.” His thumb brushes lightly against your side. “And if you let me, I’ll keep being there,” he adds.

This simple moment fills your heart in so many ways. A little silence settles between you, and you close your eyes, focusing on the way his heart beats against his chest. As expected, he sounds very calm and relaxed, which also appeases you.

“I really want to be there for you,” he continues after a while.

“You already are,” you mindabsentedly reply.

“Not like that,” he says, his head shaking lightly. “More like being part of your life for as long as you allow me to be.”

Suddenly, the thought of him implying he wants to date you makes your heart rate increase crazily. Are you truly ready to have a boyfriend? You’re not really sure, but the answer almost feels evident. You want him to be your boyfriend—more than anything else in the world.

Jungkook chuckles before saying, “I might sound old school, but what I’m trying to say is that I’d love nothing more than to have you as my girlfriend.”

The biggest smile appears on your face as you squeeze him in your embrace. Even if he probably didn’t plan it, having him say those words under a sky full of stars and in such a cute setting makes this all incredibly romantic.

You push back a bit to be able to see him, your smile never fading away, and the second he sees you, the most glowy smile stretches on his lips. He’s very handsome.

“Do I get to call you my boyfriend?” you sillily ask.

“Absolutely! It’s even a requirement,” he replies.

“Then, you can have me as your girlfriend.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait even a second more before crashing his lips against yours. Tonight is by far the best night of your life.

The days went by with Jungkook by your side, as your boyfriend. It has been the most exciting and nervous thing you’ve ever experienced. The patience he has with you never seems to stop surprising you.

However, today isn’t honestly one of the greatest days. The day was rather long, work was too intense, and you worked overtime. You barely took a lunch break, but you didn’t have much choice if you wanted to finish your tasks for the day. To say you’re tired is an understatement. You haven’t told Jungkook anything yet, but sincerely, you don’t think you need to. It will just bother him, you’re sure of it. What’s the point of even telling him everything went wrong today? It’s best if you just rest and stay by yourself tonight.

The doorbell echoes in your apartment, and you take a deep breath. Who could it be? Who’s about to ruin your night?

When you see him on the interphone, your heart squeezes instantly. You directly regret thinking or being even mad about him bothering you tonight. Without hesitation, you let him in, and seconds later, he’s standing in front of you. A small smile crosses his face when he sees you, but you don’t really smile back at him.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” you tell him.

His expression shifts slightly. “I was nearby and thought I’d come to see you.”

It’s like he understands something is off because he doesn’t even try to kiss you. Blaming him about it doesn’t sound like the right move at this precise moment, especially since you don’t know if you should or not.

“Is it okay?” he then asks. “I could leave if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine,” you answer quickly.

You step aside to let him in, your shoulder brushing lightly against his as he passes. Usually, he would head directly to the living room, but he doesn’t tonight. He just waits behind you, his helmet in his hand, as you close the door. His eyes don’t ever leave your body, and you can tell that he knows something’s off, but he won’t ask if you don’t say it.

“I just arrived from work,” you tell him.

A small silence settles between you. For the first time, you can see hesitation in his eyes, like he doesn’t know what to do. This surprises you as he’s always confident and knows what to do.

“Long day?” he breaks the silence.

You shrug, moving past him to move to the kitchen and putting some space between you. “It was just work,” you say as you open the fridge without really looking inside.

Behind you, you hear his footsteps as he tries to close the distance between you.

“I could’ve picked you up,” he says as he reaches the kitchen.

“I didn’t need that,” you reply.

Your words come out sharper than you meant. Behind you, you hear the faint shift of his weight, but he doesn’t move closer. Not once do you look around to see him. It’s like you need to avoid seeing his gaze on you, as if you’ll completely break down if you do.

“I didn’t say you did,” he replies calmly.

You close the fridge door before exhaling and running a hand through your hair. Then, you turn around to face him. The sight in front of you almost breaks your heart. He’s standing there, looking almost defeated and absolutely powerless.

“I know, I just…” You stop, frustrated with yourself. “You don’t have to show up all the time.”

His brows pull together slightly. “I just wanted to see you,” he says with a shaky and weak voice.

And that just breaks you. You just hurt him, not on purpose, but you still did it. Now, you feel stupid and selfish.

“I’m not used to that,” you admit, quieter now.

“To what?”

Jungkook doesn’t attempt to get closer. He stays where he is and simply looks at you, quietly studying you from afar.

“This,” you gesture vaguely between you. “I’m not used to having someone just be there,” you pause for a second. “All the time.”

Jungkook nods slowly, but doesn’t react straight away to your words. Knowing him, you’d say that his silence allows him to carefully think about his next words. And that comforts you. Right now, you don’t need someone blaming you for how you feel.

“I’m not trying to be everywhere,” he finally says. “I just don’t want to be absent either.”

You look at him, your chest tightening slightly. “I’ve been fine on my own,” you then say.

“I know,” he answers.

Over the past four months, you haven’t hidden how you’ve been by yourself for the past four years. And having him by your side isn’t always easy. Your peace has been thrown upside down since Yoongi’s birthday. Obviously, you’re grateful to have met him, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t destabilize you. You need time to adjust to all of this.

“I’m not trying to take that away from you.”

“Then, why does it feel like you are?” you ask, before you can even stop yourself.

If you hadn’t hurt him so far, you’re sure you did now. And you wouldn’t blame him if he leaves you right now. He has all the rights to. You’re not being fair to him, but it’s just how you feel. It makes you feel like you’re doomed to remain single for the rest of your life.

After a moment, he takes a hesitant step toward you. He still keeps his distance, and you just watch him move. A part of you wishes he’d get closer, but another part would like him to remain right where he is.

“I think,” he says slowly. “You’re just not used to someone staying.”

Your throat tightens, the tears seconds away to run down your face, and you look away—too coward to face him.

“That’s not—”

You can’t finish the sentence, because he’s not entirely wrong. Jungkook takes another step in your direction, but you still don’t look at him. You can now feel his presence right in front of you, and you really want to look at him, but you’re internally struggling.

“I don’t need you to need me,” he says quietly. “That’s not why I’m here.”

Jungkook doesn’t try to touch you. He just stays in front of you, reminding you for the millionth time that he’s here. He’s here for you, even when you struggle with it.

“I just want to be part of your life,” he adds. “At your pace.”

Something in your chest shifts, and you finally glance back at him. He’s really close, but you don’t do anything to push him away.

“I don’t know how to do that,” you admit.

“I know,” he says. “And it’s okay.”

There’s no judgment or pressure. There’s just understanding, as if whatever you just said makes sense to him. Then, slowly, you close the small distance between the two of you and nestle your face against his chest. He doesn’t hesitate a second before wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you as tight as possible. You close your eyes, hearing the melody of his heartbeat.

You don’t know how to deal with all of this; it’s frightening at times, but knowing that he’ll never pressure you is enough comfort for you. He’s not forcing you to embrace this all. He’s letting you do things at your own pace, which, let’s be honest, is a completely new concept to you. Even with your ex, it was totally different.

And that’s how you fall more in love with Jungkook.

You don’t fall for his sweet and beautiful words. You fall for the way he shows you over and over again that he isn’t going anywhere.

Being intimate physically with Jungkook is something you know will happen eventually. You’ve been officially together for two months now, and god, he’s hot as hell. There are moments when you just want to jump on him and let him ruin you in every way he wants. However, it also scares you.

You haven’t been intimate with a man for over four years; you’re not even sure you know how to have sex anymore. Sometimes, you still touch yourself, but it’s not the same. You’re on your own when you do it. Here, it’ll be with Jungkook. When you ovulate, all those frightening thoughts are thrown out of the window. And you know he has picked it up, but he holds back as the perfect gentleman that he is. Knowing him, you’d say that he’s waiting for it to happen naturally.

Tonight, you’re staying at his place. He prepared a fantastic dinner, as usual—he has turned into your own personal chef by now—and now, you’re both in his bed, simply discussing. You’re nuzzled together, your head on his chest, while he holds you close.

“In two weeks, it’s my little brother’s birthday,” he tells you, as his fingers trace circles on your back.

A smile spreads across your face as he mentions his brother. Lately, he has started to speak more about his sibling, mentioning how it has been to grow up with him and how much he cares about him. But other than that, he doesn’t speak much about his family, and honestly, if it’s a matter that triggers him, pressuring him to open up to you seems absolutely wrong, especially considering how he treats you.

“He’s planning a party?” you ask with curiosity.

“Yeah, dad planned something,” he tells you. “He always does for our birthdays.”

“That’s nice,” you tell him.

His fingers stop on your back, and you instantly understand that it might not sound ‘nice’ to him. “I wouldn’t say nice, but yeah, he does it…”

He pauses for a moment, his hand wrapping against your side as if he’s trying to hold onto something.

“He’s mostly trying to compensate for his absence,” he confesses after a while. Again, you don’t say anything, so he can reveal what feels comfortable for him.

“My dad was never there for us,” he continues. “Wasn’t there for any achievement, not even for our graduations. It was actually a miracle that he made it to my wedding.” Your heart clutches at the thought of a small Jungkook abandoned by his dad. “I know he went through tough things; it wasn’t easy for him as well.” he pauses for a bit. “The good side was that my mom compensated for him. She was present, taking care of my brother and me, and loving us equally.”

You push your body a bit back to look at him properly. Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the ceiling, but you can tell that sadness fills them. He swallows thickly, and your hand softly caresses his arms, trying to give him enough comfort to keep going. When his eyes finally meet yours, it just shatters you.

“Hyejo wasn’t my mom,” he confesses. “My mom died when I was two, and my dad remarried two years later. She loved me from the moment she saw me and treated me as hers since the very beginning,” a small smile appears on his face. “I don’t remember anything from before her, but to me, she’s always been there. And nothing changed after my brother’s birth.”

Jungkook places a strand of hair behind your ear, as if he needs to distract himself for a second.

“She was my mom even if she hadn’t given birth to me,” he tells you. “And there were moments in my life when I felt like I was betraying my birth mom.”

Imagining a young Jungkook blaming himself for loving another woman other than his mom is heart-crushing.

“Hyejo was my dad and my mom altogether, and I always held her dearly in my heart,” he continues. “She even walked me down the aisle for my wedding.”

A sincere smile appears on his face, and you can tell the memory is very special to him.

“Unfortunately, five years ago, she passed away,” he reveals.

So, she’s the person he lost. Losing his mother must have destroyed him on so many levels. If you barely managed to get yourself together after Lucas’s death, you can’t even imagine how he felt.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble.

Jungkook simply nods and runs a finger down your face. It mustn’t be easy for him to reveal all of this, and you feel beyond grateful that he felt comfortable enough to share it with you.

“After that, my dad stopped being absent.”

Now that you know this, you understand why Jungkook is the way he is. Growing up with a dad who’s never there impacts the person you grow into. It’s like he promised himself that he’d never be absent. With you, he makes his presence known under any circumstances.

“It’s good to have him now, but it’ll never erase the past,” he admits. “My brother is still struggling with that and always throws it at this face.”

“And you?” you ask with concern.

“I forgave him years ago,” he replies. “I grew up as an angry teenager and hated him with all my soul, but it was destroying me more than anything else. So, I made my peace with it.”

That totally sounds like him. The opposite would have surprised you.

“My brother is trying to change,” he continues. “The death of our mother changed his perception of our dad, but there’s still a lot of anger inside him.”

“It takes a lot of courage to forgive someone who hurt us deeply,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says. “It’s a lot of work.”

Out of all the people, he’s the one who knows that best.

“I hope he’ll find the same strength to do it,” you reply.

“I hope so, too,” he says.

A little silence settles between you. You simply look at each other, body against body, his fingers touching your face with a tenderness that can mend any soul.

“I truly admire you for that,” you break the silence.

“Thanks, love,” he replies.

Jungkook leans down and presses the softest kiss on your lips. Your hands wrap around his neck, pushing him even closer. The confession makes you feel so many things for him right now—pride, admiration, and even more love.

His past could have turned him into an awful man, but it did the opposite. It made him a man with a beautiful soul. It gave him the strength to be different from his dad. It gave him the strength to give love back despite everything.

And man, that does something to your heart.

You feel even more grateful to have met him. Life has been blessing you with the gentlest of souls, and you definitely don’t intend on letting him go, even if it might be hard for you at times. This is all new to you, but he stays despite it all.

His arm slides around your waist, pulling you closer, just enough to close the space left between you. Your legs tangle slightly under the sheets, your body naturally settling against his. Not once do you stop kissing. It actually deepens more and more.

There’s no doubt where this is going.

Your hands find his shirt to push it off his head and run through his firm body. A little moan escapes his lips, but you swallow it with your mouth. Your top follows the same path when he strips it off your body. The moment the cold air brushes against your bare chest, shivers run down your body.

Those shivers suddenly bring you down, and you realize what is about to happen.

“Wait,” you say against his lips, pushing him away.

“Something’s wrong?” he asks.

You swallow hard, thoughts flying through your mind. Jungkook’s gaze is full of concern, and for a brief moment, you look away.

“It’s just—”

The words seem stuck in your throat.

“Sorry,” you shake your head.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle. “Talk to me.”

The way he looks at you and the way his fingers brush against your skin encourage you to open up to him.

“I’m scared,” you admit. “I haven’t done anything in over four years.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”

Right now, your entire body craves him with a desperation you can’t quite name. You want this more than anything else, but your mind keeps reminding you that you haven’t done anything in ages.

“I want to,” your voice is barely audible. “I really do.” You pause for a bit, trying to gather all your thoughts and express out loud what is going on inside your head. “Nobody has seen me naked, and…” you’re not even sure you’ll be able to continue, but you have to. “I’m scared you find me ugly.”

Jungkook exhales shakily and presses his forehead against yours. “There is nothing ugly about you, love,” he softly says. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together. “You’re absolutely drop-dead gorgeous,” he continues. “There’s not a single part of you that's ugly.”

“How can you know that?” you whisper. “You’ve never seen me bare.”

He takes a deep breath, his free hand running through your cheeks.

“When you told me about losing your friend, that felt more intimate to me than seeing you naked,” he tells you. “Being vulnerable with someone means more to me than anything physical could ever.”

How does he always find the right words? It’s like he holds some sort of superpower. That must be it. Jungkook brings your intertwined fingers to his lips, kissing your knuckles, your wrist, and your forearm. The wet kisses ease you a bit, but nothing can ever compare to what he just said.

“Okay,” you say after a while.

“Okay?” he repeats, trying to be sure that you really and fully agree.

You nod before saying, “I really want this.”

“I’ll be slow and careful, but let me know if I overstep,” he tells you.

At first, he moves as if he might break you. His hands run over your body slowly and carefully, as if he’s trying to map your body with his palms. They never linger too long in one place. Your gaze follows his every movement, while his is completely focused on your body.

The remaining clothes slowly disappear from both your bodies, and seeing him naked as well helps you feel at ease. It still isn’t easy, and every time your body tenses, he stops and kisses you gently. There’s nothing but love in every single movement of his body.

Slowly, but surely, his fingers find your wet core, which makes you arch and moan at the same time. The feeling of his cold fingers running through your folds sends shivers down your spine and ignites a fire from within you.

When he slips a finger inside you, pleasure instantly takes over your body. This is new, and it feels so so good. Jungkook takes it easy, giving you all the time to adjust before he adds a second finger.

Your eyes flutter shut to enjoy this moment, but you can feel his gaze on you. The mere thought that this was scaring you minutes ago seems unbelievable. Jungkook leans down to press a kiss on your lips.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he mumbles against your lips when he slips a third finger.

After so many years without experiencing this kind of exquisite torture, you come as soon as his third finger is inside you. It seems too quick, but god, nobody fingered you in years. And Jungkook does it really well.

However, he doesn’t stop; he keeps fingering you through your orgasm. Your moans get louder and louder, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to keep up with this if he keeps going. The stretch of his fingers feels marvelous. It’s like you’re transported into another dimension. When the second orgasm rips through you seconds later, he takes his fingers out and licks them. That sight alone could make you come because he looks like pure sin.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he takes his fingers off his mouth. As you’re unable to speak, you simply nod. “Good,” he smiles. “Do you want to keep going?”

His concern melts your heart. This is actually so sweet.

“I do,” you reply.

Jungkook stands up, disappears into his bathroom, and comes back with a box of condoms. As he walks toward the bed, he takes one and tears it from the foil. He kneels before you, settling between your opened legs.

“I haven’t done this in years,” he chuckles as he struggles to put the condom on.

“Do you need help?” you ask.

“No,” he shakes his head as he focuses on the task.

After a couple of seconds, he succeeds in placing it and presses his body against yours. His hand grabs his cock to rub it against your folds.

“If it’s too much, you stop me, okay?” he asks. “At any moment.”

You nod. He clearly gives a lot of importance to consent, which is great. Having sex for the first time with your boyfriend is kind of an intense and special moment. It’s better to turn it into a good memory, filled with respect for each other.

When he finally slides inside you, the stretch almost feels too overwhelming. You’ve read and heard that after going several years without sex, your hole goes back to how it was when you were a virgin. You wouldn’t believe any of it, but now that you’re back at it, you couldn’t agree more. It’s like you’re losing your virginity all over again.

Jungkook halts once he’s fully inside, giving you all the time in the world to adjust. Honestly, you’re grateful he does it because you really need it. Your body needs to learn all over again to have a cock inside. His body leans over yours, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Your arms wrap around his back, and you can’t help but hide your face in his neck. Jungkook holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me know when I can move,” he whispers against your ear.

“Just give me a bit more time,” you tell him.

Your boyfriend remains still for as long as you need him to, and after a couple of seconds, you give him the green light. When his hips start rocking slowly, you’re instantly brought to heaven. His body brings pleasure to you like never before.

Everything feels so intense and consuming. You’re not sure if it’s due to the fact that you haven’t had sex in years, but it’s so so good. Jungkook is nothing but a sweetheart. His movements are slow, careful, and full of love. His lips kiss every part of your face and neck, bringing you to your orgasm through love. This is so intimate; you’ve never experienced sex like this.

The act itself is kind of dirty with all the body fluids leaking everywhere, the sweat all over your body, and the moans, but the way he does it turns it into a vulnerable moment. It’s not about sex. It’s about the love and attraction you both feel for each other.

When you cum, your entire body spasms violently while his name falls from your lips. The pleasure overwhelms you in a wonderful way, and you wish this would never stop. Your walls squeeze him so strongly that it pushes him to his release, coming inside the condom.

His body falls on top of yours while you both try to catch your breaths. When he pulls out to remove the condom and throw it, you feel empty and cold. Seconds later, he comes back to bed, wrapping your body against yours after he pushes the sheets on your bodies. One of his hands strokes your back in slow circles while the other remains in your lower back, pushing you as close as possible.

With all the emotions running through you, you fall asleep in the comfort of his warmth around you.

Two weeks later, it is rumored that the CEO of the company you work for is selling it to a worldwide group. People around you have been talking about it nonstop. Honestly, you haven’t paid much attention to them. As long as you keep your job, you don’t care, and it’s also just rumors; it doesn’t mean it’s true.

Jungkook told you yesterday he’ll have an important meeting today, and you promised him you’d spend the night together, eating junk food and watching some silly romcom to decompress. You’re planning to meet at your place, because it’ll be closer for him.

Your eyes look down at the phone in your hands before you send a quick message to your boyfriend, suggesting to order pizzas for tonight. Before he arrives at your place, you want to have everything ready, so he just has to come and sit down. You really want to take care of him, just like he does with you. He deserves it all.

A reply comes quite quickly, where he tells you that it sounds good. You’re already planning to order from his favourite place right before you leave, so you can pick it up on your way home. Hopefully, the pizzas will still be warm when he joins you.

jungkook 🏍️: can’t wait to be with you ❤️

This makes you smile, and it just warms your heart. Why does he always have to be so cute? Instantly, you let him know that you miss him so much. If you could, you’d bring him to your work, so you never have to be apart.

“Have you heard the news?” your coworker Ana asks as she appears next to you.

Instantly, you put your phone down to look at her. Her desk is right next to yours, and she’s always so into all the gossip going around. She’s the one who told you about those rumors concerning the sale.

“What news?” you frown.

“Well, the head of that worldwide group is coming today to meet the CEO,” she explains.

Honestly, you want to tell her that you don’t care, but that would be rude. And you also don’t want her to stop to tell you all the juicy gossip from the office.

“It’s official then?” you ask her.

“It doesn’t confirm if he’s selling, but looks like he is,” she adds.

“Hopefully, we won’t lose our jobs,” you reply, which makes her chuckle.

“Yeah, I hope so too,” she says.

If that guy is money-oriented, for sure, a lot of restructuring plans and other bullshit like that will happen. You truly hope it won’t happen because you love this job, and it’d be a shame to lose it, but this goes beyond yourself.

“But I heard that he’s kind of hot,” she adds. “If you weren’t so enamored with your Gukkie, you could have tried to seduce him and convince him not to fire us.”

You can’t help but laugh while shaking your head. This woman always pulls things like that, as if it was absolutely normal. “You really think I would have managed to?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re hot and sexy too,” she replies.

“But he’s like the head of a group,” you tell her. “Those kinds of guys are unapproachable.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she mumbles in defeat. “It’s best you keep your man.”

By far, you’d prefer Jungkook to some guy who probably thinks the world belongs to him. Usually, those men believe they’re better than anyone else, which is the total opposite of your boyfriend. She goes back to her desk, and you look down again at your phone. There’s a notification—a message from Jungkook where he says that you’ll be together soon.

The only thought of being with him after work thrills you more than anything else. For sure, you’ll mention this whole story to him, because there’s no way you’ll be hiding that Ana tried to convince you to seduce some random wealthy stranger. You can’t wait to see his face.

A couple of minutes later, there’s a lot of agitation around you, and your coworkers whisper things. Inevitably, you look behind you, trying to understand what’s going on. You try to find Ana, but she’s nowhere to be seen, which is annoying because you’re sure she’d know what is going on.

Then, you look to your right. For a moment, it feels like you’re hallucinating. A man is walking in the hallways who strikingly looks like Jungkook. Your heartbeat instantly increases, your eyes follow him, and your mind goes completely blank. It’s him. There’s no doubt.

He’s wearing his lucky suit—the one he only uses for important meetings. You’ve seen him wearing it a couple of times. His hair is pushed the exact same way as in the picture he sent you an hour ago. What is he doing here? And why is everyone looking at him?

“Who is he?” you ask another coworker.

“It’s Jeon Jungkook,” John tells you.

Your heart drops instantly. Yeah, now, you’re a hundred percent sure that it’s him—your boyfriend.

“He’s the head of the Jeon Group and CEO of Jeon Pharmaceuticals,” he continues. “Apparently, he wants to buy the company.”

Your eyes move back to the man walking in the hallway. Never once does he look around; he’s just focused on following the man in front of him. Honestly, you don’t know how to react to the bomb that John just dropped on you.

How on earth are you finding out only now that Jungkook is the son of Jeon Minju, one of the most influential and wealthiest men on earth?

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