summary: in which maybe you and jungkook get married one day, but who knows?
idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 2.4k
warnings/content: suggestive, butt mentions lmaoaoao, talks of marriage and breaking up <3/3 oc cries :,(
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note: hi here’s some surprise self-indulgent fluff written in one sitting in pure art fashion because i couldn’t sleep :,( i have a lot of plot focused drabbles lined up (oc has too much lore t_t) and a fic !! planned out though so hopefully i get to work on them in the summer <3 + comment/send an ask to be added to the taglist!
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your playlist softly plays in the background from your phone, left untouched for the past couple hours since you became occupied with your kindle. the music gets lost every now and then because your dear boyfriend is a big fan of hilarious clips and dance challenges on the internet. he laughs, and he sings, and you can’t get mad because you will miss his different forms of noises once he has to leave. besides, he respects your reading time by instead sending you the tiktoks he wants to show you so he doesn’t break your focus.
however, the heartbreaking book has captured you and your mind has flown too far away.
“jungkook?”
he lifts his chin to meet your gaze. “mhmm?”
“what do we do if we break up?”
his smile quickly morphs into a frown, face illuminated by the screen of his phone.
along with his namjoon-hyung, jungkook trusts your judgment more than anyone else. he admits that you’re the more logical person between the two of you. you view life as a matter of survival. you’re not afraid to make sacrifices along the way if it means safeguarding your security. a pro at defense, a seasoned thief of hearts. he’s lucky enough to have become an extension of your heart, because you’re protective of him as much as you are protective of yourself.
though, sometimes, he wishes you weren’t so mindful of the future.
because his first instinct is to say that he will cry a river. beg on his knees. wait for you at the door every night. profess his love in every possible way. maybe even accidentally make the world collapse. print out your photos so he doesn’t forget your face. suffer for eternity because he has a memory of you attached in every little thing in every corner of his life. make a heartbreak album then follow the footsteps of his taeyang-sunbaenim. as much he wants to appear cool, he’s too far gone to refuse to admit to himself that he’s quite pathetic when it comes to you.
five years. five birthdays. six christmases. six new years. three years living together. he cried at your graduation day. you cried when they got their first grammy nomination. he knows you even just by the sound of your breathing and the weight of your step. he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
“what do you mean? why would we break up?”
“uh, i don’t even know,” you shrug and turn on your side to face him. “but that’s not the question. if we break up, what happens? what do we do? how do we detach from each other?”
“baby, it’s 1am,” he whines. “i don’t like thinking about this kind of stuff.”
“but don’t you think it’s important to have this conversation too?”
“why? why?” his eyes nearly double in size as he demands for a reason. “we don’t have any problems, do we?”
“we’re perfectly fine, babe!” you chuckle. “it’s just, i don’t know… we’ve been together a while. our lives are so intertwined now. we live together. we have bam!”
“yes, i know, exactly,” he nods, casually dropping one of the most romantic lines you’ve ever heard from him. “it’s that way because i intend on marrying you. i’m building us a house. a real house!”
your breath still hitches every time he mentions marriage. it isn’t news, and realistically it’s far away, but it makes you excited all the same. the thought of it used to suffocate you when you were younger. your life is a fairytale in the ugly and beautiful ways.
“exactly, right? marriage is even a bigger deal. so many couples end up hating each other after marrying. this is why we need to talk about this. we need to be prepared so we don’t hurt each other a lot.”
“ah, i really understand what you mean, but…!” jungkook slides down on the bed, squeezing himself against your body. he cages you in a bone-crushing hug and you try your hardest not to laugh at his adorable protest. “we’re not breaking up, though.”
“of course, we’re not. it’s hypothetical,” you playfully mess with his hair. “but i’ll sign the prenup, of course, when we get married. and i’d probably be the one to move out if we break up, right? and no matter what happens, we still co-parent bam?”
“okay, i’ll humor you,” he rolls his eyes, but a smirk is already pulling at the corner of his lips because you just said technically said ‘yes’ to his marriage proposal. “hmm, if it happens when we already live in the house, then you can just come back here.”
“what?” you look at him like he just said the earth is flat. “why would i want to live here after we break up?”
“then sell it. do whatever you want. i don’t care.”
“i can’t just accept a house from you!”
“you can when we get married. and what if it’s my fault?”
“oh, that’s a good point…” you pause to think. “but doesn’t that mean i have to give you a house if it’s my fault?”
“eh, isn’t that blackmail now?”
the two of you make eye contact, and you simultaneously burst out laughing. jungkook didn’t expect to be sweating from laughter minutes after hearing that question from you, but maybe he should’ve. you’re so good at putting his nerves at ease. you make living so fun that he doesn’t want to sleep.
“shouldn’t we decide based on those terms then? if it was a mutual decision or not? something like that?”
his heart flutters when you plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. hard to miss with the cold and sticky lip mask you dilligently apply on your lips before hopping into bed.
“what do you think the reason would be?”
“i thought that wasn’t the question?”
“well, you opened it up.”
“i honestly don’t know,” he genuinely sounds clueless, not having considered it at all. not since he made that impulsive decision when he was young and stupid, anyways. “i trust you. and we’re pretty in love, aren’t we?”
“you know…” you trail off, as if you’re guessing if you should continue your sentence or not. “if you could only have one, i swear i won’t hate you if you choose your career over me. i think i’m over that. i’m so much more mature than i was.”
“babe…”
“in fact, i’d get angrier at you if you do the opposite.”
“but that’s not fair,” he pouts, not agreeing with you. he’s not mad, but maybe a little upset that you consider giving up on him, even if it’s only a made-up scenario. “it- it’s not that simple anymore. we’re not just dating. maybe in 2018, 2019… but we’re way, way past that. you’re a part of me at this point. i love you. i want to marry you. we have a dog! we have a family. you- you’re my family. my family sees you as family. you’re a reason for me to live as much as performing. and you know how performing is like breathing for me? loving you is like that, too. having to choose will be the worst thing to ever happen to me. i mean it, seriously. i can’t do that-”
jungkook’s passion-fueled rant is interrupted by the sound of your sniffles.
“baby, are you crying?”
“you just work so hard,” and the rest of your words become caught in between sobs and gasps for air. “and i want nothing more than for you to reach all your dreams, and it hurts when i see you doubting yourself and when people are being assholes and when the world isn’t fair to those who play fair. you’ve been doing this for so long and you’ve given your entire soul to it. i just- want you to be happy and fulfilled.”
“yah, shh- babe, there’s no need to cry,” he sits up in panic, sweeping you into his arms. he brushes away the strands of hair sticking on your wet skin and peppers your face with light kisses. “why are you crying so much?”
“it just breaks my heart when you’re having a hard time.”
jungkook also tethers at the edge of sobbing. you’re one of the few people who knows almost everything that happens behind the scenes, and it feels so good to hear himself be recognized with such a deep level of respect and admiration. you have a very unique way of saving ‘i love you’ back. you’re a selfless utilitarian who loves logically and he’s a greedy bastard who gets everything he wants.
“but okay, fight for me as much as you want. since you made a strong case.”
“you drive me insane, you know that?” he mumbles. “you still make my heart beat like crazy. i don’t understand it. and i’m too old to be saying shit like this.”
you snort at his last sentence. “you’re so dramatic. 26 is not old.”
“wait until you turn 26, then you’ll feel old,” he argues, reaching for some tissue on the nightstand. “sometimes i forget you’re two years younger than me.”
“we’re soooo young,” you marvel at the realization while your boyfriend wipes away your tears. it’s such an odd feeling. you wonder if it’s normal to feel like you’ve lived a hundred lives at this age. you started living off part-time jobs almost a decade ago and now you’re living comfortably with a stable job. you were so convinced that you would end up dropping out of college because of debt. you ate everything but your pride. “i can’t wait to turn 30, and 40. i’m going to be such a cool adult.”
“blow your nose-”
“i’ll do it,” you snatch the tissue away from his hands, discarding it in the bin under your nightstand afterwards. “crying made me sleepy.”
once you return to cuddling position, you begin melting under jungkook’s starry eyes.
“kiss?”
he nods like a puppy, swiftly crossing the distance between your lips. you share a few more lazy kisses before fully settling down under the covers. you put your kindle away. your playlist has ended many minutes ago. the bedside lamps have been turned off, making your bedroom finally pitch black.
“we totally lost the topic,” jungkook whispers.
“that’s so on-brand,” you comment with your eyes closed. “what do we do about our premium subscriptions?”
“i don’t mind sharing forever.”
“until we find someone new to share with?”
“i won’t fall in love again,” he grumbles. “i’ll grow old and die alone.”
“shut up, you’d probably move back in with your members.”
he giggles as he imagines himself sharing a dorm with his hyungs in their 60s. will they still fight over stupid things? probably. “i guess that’s not so bad.”
“no but, breaking up is a lot of work. my wallpapers, my gallery… do we unfollow or block each other everywhere? we’d have to change passwords too. your credit cards are saved on my phone.”
“true, and you’ve seen my asshole. we can’t possibly break up after that.”
the word came up so out of the blue that your eyes automatically peeled open. you can see jungkook’s body vibrating with laughter even in the dark.
“i have your personal details on my phone and that is your concern?”
“wow- wow! are you invalidating my concern?”
“it’s not like i have a picture of it!”
“you can probably draw it from memory!”
“w-what-”
“no, you’ve already seen too much. we need to be together forever,” he announces with finality. “i’m not showing another person my asshole. you’re the first and the last.”
“oh my god!” you hit his chest in shock upon hearing it again. “i cannot take this discussion seriously anymore! how the fuck did you come up with that?”
“i feel like you see me naked more than i see myself naked. no- i mean, like, not as often, but… but you see more of my body.”
“it’s the same with me,” you point out. “it’s only fair game.”
“i know, it’s amazing,” he sighs dreamily. “you’re amazing. you’re beautiful. me? i’m the luckiest person in the world.”
“aw, thanks, my love. i’m just as in awe of you.”
your sweet voice compels him to inch closer to your body, burying his face on your chest. it’s quiet again for a moment. he yawns, and you catch it only seconds after.
“sometimes, i’m little afraid that we’d eventually get bored of each other and fall out of love after being together for so long,” you quietly confess the worry that urged you to open up the conversation earlier. “do you ever think about that?”
“isn’t that a common concern for every married couple?”
his warm breathing tickles a little. you push his head slightly to escape from it.
“i guess so… maybe it’s kind of cool that that’s the type of problem i get worried about.”
“see, babe? i told you. nothing to be scared of. look at us— we met six years ago and we still stay up all night talking like this.”
“but can i take our pillows in the divorce? i like our pillows.”
“okay,” he hums, giving little kisses on the skin along your collarbone.
“and the oven, too?”
“u-huh…”
“i’m the one who bought the treadmill.”
he uses it more than you and he doesn’t seem to care at all. “whatever you want, baby,”
“aren’t you supposed to fight me?” your fingers curl and grip the duvet hanging over his shoulder as his lips reach the sensitive areas of your neck, nipping and sucking. it’s too late in the night to wake up the butterflies in your stomach. “fuck, are you leaving marks?”
“you had it coming— got me feeling all territorial.”
“you know that i just end up covering them with makeup, right?”
“okay,” his hold on your waist becomes tighter. “use my card to buy new makeup.”
jungkook’s fantasies are tragically shattered when you abruptly flip around and turn your back on him.
“you’re not seeing my butt tonight. we need to keep the mystery alive or whatever.”
“huh, is that so?” he huffs in offense, deciding to bite back. “then you’re not seeing mine for an entire week!”
“fine! then you won’t see and touch mine for two weeks!”
“fine by me!”
“fine! goodnight!”
“i feel that,” you say in a threatening tone.
jungkook sighs obnoxiously and moves back his boxers-covered crotch, yet he insists on tangling his legs with yours and hugging your torso close. you know he can’t sleep without his personal pillow, after all.
“i am in a very awkward sleeping position right now, i hope you’re happy.”
you giggle in satisfaction. “yeah, we’re never breaking up.”
