an ariana grande album inspired series, set across multiple universes where jungkook and you find each other again and again. and in every single universe, the thing that brings you two together is sex.
genre : smut, angst. a-bit of love if you squint
warnings : unprotected & protected sex, blowjob, handjob, eating out, degrading, foul language, recording of each other, pulling of hair, squirting, doggy position, 69 position, missionary, cam-couple, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, size kink, breeding kink, degrading kink, very messy, pure pwp.
➤ series indication :
positions 01 : shut up
positions 02 : 34 + 35
positions 03 : motive
positions 04 : off the table
positions 05 : my hair
positions 06 : love language
positions 07 : obvious
positions 08 : pov
positions 09 : nasty
positions 10, series finale : positions.
✮ important !! : hi buns! sooo new project yay! if you’d like to be apart of the series taglist — which means that you’ll be tagged every time I post a new chapter — then comment down below and add a white heart ‘🤍’ in your comment !! so I’ll be able to identify you easily! see you in the album! 😉
synopsis. ten years after leaving his quiet hometown, jungkook finally returns home for the holidays at his mother’s request. he’s built himself into a man feared for his fists and known for his trouble, but the only person he’s ever cared about is the one he left behind: you, his childhood sweetheart. as old memories resurface and buried feelings ignite, jungkook finds himself fighting the one battle he never learned to win: earning back the trust and heart of the girl he’s loved since they were kids.
pairing/genre. biker!jungkook x fem!oc, grumpy x sunshine, “he hates everyone but her + she loves everyone but him”, childhood frienemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, eventual smut
tags/warnings. gym-owner!jk, biker!jk, french-teacher!oc, v slight age gap (jk is 28, oc is 25), oc is the sweetest, jk is an asshole (not w oc tho (kinda??)), he’s lwk a bit toxic, city boy returns to hometown, not so cute reunion, jk is confusing (lwk giving mixed signals), jealous jk, painfully oblivious oc, possessive/protective behaviors (from jk and oc’s bestie awe), a lil miscommunication, use of pet names, jealous oc??, jk’s never beating the fuckboy allegations fr but hey he’s trying.., slow burn (more tba!)
the bass thrummed through the bar’s speakers, low and heavy. jungkook sat hunched over his drink, the lights catching the ink on his knuckles as he rolled the cold glass of vodka between his tattooed fingers.
the bar smelled oddly like cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, and the sign flickering behind him painted the edge of his sharp jaw in violent red.
he didn’t smile. he barely even blinked. and yet every woman in the damn place kept glancing his way.
jungkook didn’t do anything to invite them, he never needed to. he had that permanent scowl and cold eyes that made it very clear he didn’t fuck with anyone unless he felt like it. and when he did feel like it, he chose recklessly and without a shred of apology.
tonight though, he was just drinking. until a palm slapped the back of his shoulder.
“dude–” jimin’s voice cut through the music. “i swear on my grandma’s ashes this super hot chick’s been eye-fucking you since we walked in! like, full-on porno stare. how the hell do you do it, bro?”
jungkook didn’t bother turning at first. just tilted his head lazily, let his eyes follow the direction jimin jerked his chin toward.
and yeah. there she was indeed. a gorgeous woman with long, dark hair and a short tight dress that left no room for imagination. confident posture, bold makeup. she was everything but subtle with the way her gaze dragged over him from head to toe, shameless as she bit her lip, slow and deliberate.
jungkook’s tongue pressed into his cheek, a smirk cutting across his mouth. “what can i say, man?” he murmured, voice deep and lazy. “it’s no news chicks be thirsting over me all the damn time.” he lifted his glass and sent her a wink.
jimin held up his beer like he wanted to smash it over jungkook’s head. “you need to bury your ego so far up your asshole no one can find it.”
jungkook shrugged. “sounds like jealousy to me.”
jimin opened his mouth in disbelief. “jealous? of you? bro, the only thing you attract is thirty ass hoes.”
jungkook’s smirk sharpened. “at least i’m getting pussy. what you got, huh?”
jimin didn’t even hesitate. he swung a playful punch at jungkook’s shoulder. “i’m getting fucking flowers, man. flowers. and you’ll never, NEVER dream of getting any.”
jungkook snorted. “i don’t fuck with flowers. only petals i’m interested in are good girls’ pussies.”
jimin gagged so dramatically he almost fell off the stool. “bro you’re DISGUSTING.”
jungkook lifted his glass, unbothered. “i’m honest.”
“oh my god,” jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “why am i even friends with your nasty ass?”
“because you love me dude.”
“i really fuckin’ don’t.”
jungkook raised a brow. jimin cracked and the two of them burst out laughing at the same time.
just on cue, a couple of snorts came from behind them, three dudes from their crew strolling up like they owned the place. guys jungkook trained with, fought with, and drank with. loud as hell, but loyal until death.
“yo, jaykay! jim!” kai slapped jimin’s back, then jungkook’s shoulder. hard enough that any normal person would’ve winced. jungkook didn’t even flinch.
“wassup, my guys?” jackson grinned, fist-bumping them both.
“same shit, different night,” jimin muttered.
mark leaned in. “ay, jeon– there’s somebody asking for you near the entrance.”
jungkook didn’t even look up from his drink. “girl?”
“nah,” the guy said with a shrug. “just some dude.”
jungkook’s expression twisted into instant annoyance. “then tell him to fuck off.”
all three guys whistled like he’d just thrown a punch. they were so used to his moodiness. used to the fact jungkook tolerated exactly five people on the planet, and four of them were standing around him right now.
jimin barked out a laugh. “bro’s allergic to anything that’s not his bike or doesn’t have a vagina.”
the guys hollered, pointing at jungkook because yeah, that was true as hell.
“facts,” jackson snickered. “ain’t nobody grumpier than this man.”
“for real,” kai added. “jungkook talks with his fists more than his mouth. last week he knocked out a dude before even hearing what he wanted.”
“didn’t like his face,” jungkook muttered flatly, taking another drink.
jimin rolled his eyes. “you’re a menace.”
jungkook shrugged. “i’m not here to mingle with some dude who thinks he got something to say to me.”
jimin snorted. “yeah you’re only down to get your dick sucked.”
jungkook smirked. “please. i get my dick sucked for free and still walk out with a pussy bonus. that’s a loyalty program to die for.”
the guys lost it, elbowing each other, doing stupid obscene gestures with their hands.
“jaykay jeon!! ladies and gentlemen!” mark cackled.
“bro, this man’s dick got more mileage than his bike,” jackson joked, making a two-handed gesture that earned him a shove from jimin.
“shut the fuck up,” jimin groaned, rubbing his forehead. “you’re all disgusting as hell.”
jungkook leaned back lazily in his stool, smirk deepening. “he knows me so well.”
jimin flicked him off. “unfortunately.”
they all cracked up again.
the guys eventually drifted off. kai headed to the pool tables, mark to the back hallway for whatever bullshit he was planning, and jackson toward the girls who’d been eyeing him since he walked in. the noise swallowed them up with heavy bass, clinking glasses, and someone shouting for shots.
jungkook finally had a moment of quiet. or he would’ve if his phone hadn’t started vibrating like it was getting possessed.
jimin lifted a brow. “dude… that’s gotta be your mom. no girl blows up your phone like that unless she’s sending nudes, and we both know you’d be smiling if that were the case.”
jungkook groaned, rubbing a hand over his face like the headache was physically crawling out of his skull. “she’s been on my ass all week.”
jungkook’s glare could’ve melted steel. but he still dug the phone out of his pocket because ignoring her would only make things worse.
another loud buzz made jungkook exhale hard. “for fuck’s sake,” he muttered and lifted the phone to his ear.
“what’s good ma,” he said, scanning the bar lazily; girls leaning into guys, low lights bleeding across figures, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing thick in the air.
jimin snickered loudly behind him. jungkook didn’t even look; he just threw a side punch blindly, forcing jimin to dodge it with a laugh.
then his mother’s voice erupted through the speaker. sharp, stressed, and overly pissed.
“gguk! why aren’t you answering your phone? i’ve been calling all day! do you ever check anything? i swear, you disappear like you don’t care about your poor old mo–”
jungkook tilted his head back, closing his eyes. “mom…”
“are you still outside? what’s that noise? it’s too late! don’t tell me you’re still out at this hour!”
jungkook’s eyes snapped open. oh shit. he’s twenty eight for fucks sake, but he somehow needs to make his mom believe he’s still a prude.
“nah, nah,” he said quickly, straightening in his seat. “i’m home with the guys, we’re just blasting music.”
jimin burst out laughing into his fist. jungkook elbowed him in the stomach to shut him up.
“oh! jiminie is there?” his mom perked up immediately, her voice glowing like a damn sunrise.
jungkook handed jimin the phone with a dead stare. “here. say hi so she stops thinking i’m snorting coke in an alley.”
jimin grinned and leaned in. “hi, mom!”
“jimin! oh my god, sweetheart, it’s been so long! how are you?!”
“living my best life, mom!! how have you been?”
jungkook wanted to throttle him. he sometimes hates how soft his mom gets with jimin, she thinks he’s an angel, which is a total lie.
mrs jeon returned to jungkook with a sigh that hit him right where he hated it. “jungkookie… i miss you. i miss my baby.”
everything in him stilled. he tried to hide the subtle drop in his shoulders, the moment his jaw loosened, the way he suddenly looked away from the crowd like the noise was getting too loud.
“…yeah,” he murmured. “miss you too mom.”
a small pause, not even longer than a minute, before she went for the kill. “so that means you’ll come home for the holidays, right? everyone in the village misses you.”
jungkook choked on air. the village? the holidays? “ma what– no, i never said– ”
“good! so it’s all settled! i’ll cook your favorite. love you baby!”
“ma wait–”
and the call ended just like that.
jungkook stared at his phone like it had just sentenced him to prison time.
jimin was already cackling at his terrified face. “what’d she say? bro, you look like someone told you your bike got repossessed.”
jungkook pushed his fingers into his hair and groaned. a long, deep and defeated groan. “looks like i’m spending the holidays in my hometown.”
jimin slapped the table. “nahh bro we had parties lined up all december! you’re missing out on that?”
jungkook flipped him off without looking. but jimin wasn’t done. “you’re telling me you’re trading strippers and tequila for goats and old people?”
jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to think too hard about it.
but he did. and he couldn’t help it.
the village. the mountains. that stupid freezing air. his childhood home. and more importantly, you.
it’s funny how his mind went there faster than he could stop it.
he hadn’t seen you since he walked out of that place. freshly eighteen, angry at the world, convinced he needed to run or suffocate.
you were only fifteen then. but hell, he remembered.
you, sitting on the old wooden steps with a sketchbook balanced on your knees.
you, with paint on your fingers and your little pigtails tugged with a ribbon you always fixed with your teeth.
you, scolding him when he stole your brushes.
you, shoving him when he made fun of the way you blushed.
it’s been ten years. ten years of bars and girls and mistakes. ten years of fast rides and faster nights. ten years of pretending the past didn’t exist.
but every once in a while, your face would flash in his head.
he wasn’t a saint. he’d slept with more women than he could count. dated girls the way he smoked cigarettes; quickly, carelessly, burning out halfway through.
but a man always remembers his first love. and fuck, you were his.
his mom had slipped your name a few times in conversation. “she’s still here!” she’d said casually. “she helps kids at the school sometimes!”
jungkook never asked for more. but only because he didn’t trust what answers would do to him.
a slow heat curled in his stomach from the thought. maybe going home wasn’t the worst idea after all.
a slight shift in the room pulled him back. followed by the sound of heels clicking, and the smell of strong perfume.
jungkook blinked once, settling back into the present as the girl from earlier strutted toward him. her hips swaying, eyes locked on him like she’d already picked him out and unwrapped him.
her red painted lips parted in a sweet little smirk. her dress glimmered under the lights, tight and short and very intentionally dangerous.
jungkook’s expression changed instantly. something darker sliding behind his eyes, something lazy and wicked curling into his mouth.
he forced every thought of you deep, deep down where nothing could reach it.
not tonight. tonight, he wanted to go numb. tonight, he wanted easy. tonight, he wanted to bury himself in someone who didn’t know a single real thing about him.
and she looked exactly like that.
jungkook leaned back in his seat, licking his lower lip slowly as she approached.
a slow, dirty smirk spread across his face. the kind that meant trouble for whoever was dumb enough to fall for it.
yeah. tonight had been a rough night for him. and he really, really needed to get laid.
. . .
you scrunched your face, as something tickled you at the very tip of your nose. you swatted the air with a lazy hand, half-asleep and very much not interested in waking up yet.
you let out a small whine, rolling onto your side. “hmm… stop…” the sensation didn’t go away. instead, it came back again followed by something warm and sticky pressing against your lips.
a groan, rumbled in your chest. “rocky… stoppp,” you mumbled, the words turning into a breathy giggle as sleep finally began to fade away.
the weight on your chest suddenly doubled as something small jumped softly onto you. your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the pale morning light. the first thing you saw was fur, scruffy, brown, and very much in your face.
little rocky stood proudly on your chest, tail wagging so hard his whole body shook.
“you’re unbelievable,” you whispered fondly, your lips curling into a sleepy smile as you reached up to cradle his head. your fingers slipped behind his ears, scratching gently. he melted instantly, leaning into your touch with a pleased little bark, one back leg thumping against the blanket.
“such a pretty boy. did you miss me? hmm?” you scratched under his chin, and he tipped his head back, offering his belly without any hesitation. “yes, you did, my love. yes, you did.”
with another giggle, you pushed yourself upright, carefully scooping the wriggling bundle of joy into your arms. he was full of affection, licking at your jaw, his tiny heart beating against your palm. “okay, okay, rockyyy, you lil’ boy, i’ll put you down,” you cooed and crouched, setting him down gently. the moment his paws hit the ground, he took off, nails clicking excitedly as he disappeared down the hallway. you watched him go, a fond smile playing on your lips.
you walked towards the window. a yawn escaped you as you grasped the edges of the floral curtains, you drew them back letting the cold air rush in.
it smelled like rain-soaked earth and damp leaves.
the late november sky was pale but bright, the sun peeking through low clouds.
movement below caught your eye. in the muddy lane between the cottages, two of the henderson children, wrapped in bright wellingtons and matching yellow raincoats, were jumping happily into puddles, shrieking with laughter every time water splashed up their boots. you giggled, resting your chin on your hands, watching them with quiet amusement.
today was saturday.
a small, familiar pang of disappointment touched you. no classroom today, no little voices struggling through french vowels or proudly showing off new words they’d memorized just for you. teaching the village children was your favorite part of the week. you loved their curiosity, their eagerness, the proud spark in their eyes when they mastered “bonjour” or “merci”
still, you shook the thought away. the day was too beautiful to waste on longing.
after getting dressed in your soft cream sweater and a long skirt, leaving your hair loose, the strands still holding the slight wave from yesterday’s braid, you headed into the living room. the smell of fresh orange juice and something sweet filled the air.
the low murmur of familiar voices greeted you as you approached the living room. it was a comforting sound to your ears that you grew up with. your mother’s home was a warm welcoming place where friends and neighbors drifted in and out with the ease of family.
“…and she said the ring was huge,” mrs. jeon was saying. “just one stone, but so shiny you could barely look at it.”
your mother laughed from her armchair. “barbara’s been glowing ever since. she told me all about his apartment before i even asked!”
you smiled as you entered the sunny room. your mother sat in her favorite armchair, a half-knitted scarf pooling in her lap. mrs. jeon was perched on the sofa, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. both women radiated a comfortable, decades-old friendship.
“good morning,” you sang softly, your voice like honey in the room.
your mother’s face immediately brightened. “good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?”
you drifted over, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “like a baby! the sound of the rain was the best lullaby.” you then turned to mrs. jeon, opening your arms. “good morning, auntie.”
“ah, my darling girl!” mrs. jeon enveloped you in a warm hug, she held you at arm’s length, her eyes crinkling. “look at you. you brighten a room just by walking into it. how do you do it?”
you felt a blush warm your cheeks and shook your head, dismissing the praise with a wave of your hand. “it’s all the sunshine you and mama bring in. i just reflect it.”
you made your way to the small kitchen table, where a plate of fluffy golden pancakes waited under a cloth. the buttery scent was just irresistible.
mrs. jeon turned back to your mother, sighing. “elisa, really. how did you manage to give birth to such an angel? was there a special prayer?”
your mother laughed, the sound warm and soothing. “what can i say, hae-un? it takes one to know one. only an angel could raise another, don’t you think?”
the two women burst into easy, familiar laughter. you smiled softly, spreading a generous dollop of your mother’s homemade strawberry jam that you’d helped pick and prepare, the berries from old mr. sakamoto’s patch at the edge of the village, onto a pancake.
you loved their friendship. fifty years of shared secrets, hardships, and joys. you hoped your own friendship with your best friend mandy, would be as enduring, something to grow old and gossipy with.
mrs. jeon’s gaze shifted back to you, her expression turning kindly curious. “barbara’s daughter, phoebe… she’s a friend of yours, isn’t she, dear?”
you nodded, swallowing a tender, sweet bite. “she is! we were in the same year at school. phoebe’s always been such a sweet person.” your words were genuine. you remembered a quiet girl with a nice smile, though your paths hadn’t crossed deeply since childhood. you held no space for negativity in your heart; if someone was kind, you remembered them as such.
mrs. jeon let out a fond ‘aww’, as if your sweetness physically pained her. “you truly are an angel walking this earth.”
your mother leaned forward. “apparently, the man phoebe’s marrying is some big businessman in georgia. barbara was telling me all about his company and how much money he earns a year!”
mrs. jeon laughed. “that’s barbara for you.”
you took a sip of orange juice, smiling along, and nodding gently. “i’m just so happy for phoebe,” you said, meaning it fully. “i hope they’ll be very happy together. may god bless their marriage!”
what you didn’t say out loud (but thought about briefly) was the version maddy had told you weeks ago. about phoebe going to the city for the first time, her night out at a club, and how she’d met a man there, how one thing led to another, and how it turned out he was wealthy, very wealthy. a millionaire, apparently.
maddy had made it sound so scandalous. you’d listened, surprised more than anything, but not judgmental. phoebe had told her mother eventually, leaving the part where she lost her virginity to him, maddy said she’d had to, or her mother would’ve worried herself sick.
thinking back on it now, you didn’t feel anything negative. just a quiet sense of relief that things had worked out. people found love in all sorts of unexpected ways. not every story looked the same, and that was okay. love didn’t have to be perfect to be real. what mattered was that phoebe seemed safe, cared for, and happy.
mrs. jeon sighed. “it’ll be your turn before we know it. such a treasure won’t stay hidden forever.”
your mother’s smile turned wistful, a little fragile. “oh goodness don’t remind me! i’m not ready to have my only baby taken away by some… some stranger.”
you giggled. “mama, i’m not going anywhere, anytime soon. this village, this house, you… this is my heart, and i plan on sticking here, bothering you, for a very, very long time!”
mrs. jeon’s eyes twinkled. “what a die-for daughter-in-law, then.” she took a sip of her tea, and then her expression shifted, brightening with a sudden, proud remembrance. “speaking of which! my jungkook is coming home for the holidays! he confirmed last week.”
something stiffened inside of you at the mention of the name. you blinked, your smile faltering just slightly before you caught yourself.
jungkook. the boy with the bunny-like features that were a complete lie, because there had been nothing soft or cute about him. he was coming back here? to spend the holidays?
a vivid memory flashed in your mind; the two of you, maybe twelve and fifteen, on your front steps. you’d been sketching the old oak tree, he’d snatched your pencil, his grin wide, and before you could grab it back, he’d added a ridiculous squirrel with bulging eyes to the corner of your beautiful paper.
jeon jungkook had left a decade ago, following mr. jeon to the city for a new job, and your primary emotion had been relief. while the other girls in the village had cried and whined over his departure, you had simply been glad to see the annoying boy who seemed to exist only to get under your skin, leave you in peace.
you were never a person who held grudges. you believed in forgiveness, in the inherent goodness of people. but jungkook… jungkook had felt like a personal challenge to that belief. and now he was returning.
your mother perked up immediately, clapping her hands together. “little jungkook! oh hae-un, that’s wonderful! it’s been an age. he must be so grown now.”
“grown and too stuck on city life with his father,” mrs. jeon said, though her pride was evident beneath the gentle scold. “that boy… he rarely answers my calls. too busy with his gym and his motorbike friends, i suppose. needs a little lesson in remembering his roots.”
your mother laughed, reaching over to pat her friend’s hand. “he’s a man now, hae-un. let him live his life. he’ll find his way back to what matters in his own time.”
mrs. jeon sighed, a mother’s eternal sigh. “i know, i know. but he’s still my baby. i just want to feed him properly and see his face.”
you kept your eyes on your plate, carefully cutting another piece of pancake, trying to will the strange tightness in your chest away. it was silly. he was just a boy from your past, now a man you didn’t know. there was no reason for this odd sense of foreboding.
just then, your mom’s warm voice cuts gently through your thoughts. “honey, would you be a dear and run to the market for me? we’re running low on fruits, and i need some more vegetables for the stew tonight.”
you lifted your head, your sunny smile effortlessly returning. “of course, mama.”
she smiled, wiping her hands on a towel. “there’s a list on the fridge door,” she added. “take your time and enjoy the air. it’s a beautiful morning!”
you nodded, rising and taking your plate to the sink. as you passed the fridge, you pulled the small notepad free. apples, pears, sweet potatoes, carrots, ginger, a large pumpkin if they look good, and… beets? the last item had a question mark, as if she’d been debating.
you tucked the list into the pocket of your skirt. the mention of jungkook felt like a dark cloud momentarily passing over your sunlit morning, but you were determined not to let it linger. you had a beautiful village to walk through and warm greetings to exchange. the past, and a boy who belonged to it, could wait.
. . .
the market had been busy; quiet chatter, soft laughter, the scrape of crates being dragged. you took your time, like you always did. you stopped at each stall, greeting people by name, listening when they talked a little longer than necessary.
mr. sakamoto insisted you take the pumpkin closest to the front, knocking on it twice and declaring it “a good one” before you could even ask. mrs. lee slipped an extra pear into your bag when she thought you weren’t looking, but you did, and you thanked her anyway. you’d also helped little annette, the florist’s daughter, re-tie her apron, her small fingers fumbling with the strings. by the time you left, both cloth bags were heavy in your hands; apples, carrots, sweet potatoes, ginger, and a huge pumpkin tucked awkwardly under your arm.
the road home was calm. the air was cold but fresh, the kind that made your cheeks sting just a little. you hummed under your breath, not even realizing you were doing it, stepping carefully over damp patches where the rain hadn’t quite dried yet.
you were halfway down the lane when the sound hit. an engine, loud, sudden, completely wrong and unusual for a place like this.
you turned just as a motorcycle came into view, moving fast, far too fast. your stomach dropped. there wasn’t enough time to react properly, only enough to freeze.
the bike swerved sharply at the last second, tires skidding over loose gravel as the rider slammed on the brakes. it stopped only a few feet ahead of you. the shock knocked you backward.
your foot caught on a stone and you went down hard, landing on the damp ground with a breathless gasp. the bags slipped from your hands. fruit rolled everywhere. apples bounced into the ditch, carrots scattered, and the pumpkin hit the ground splitting open.
for a moment, you just sat there, stunned, your chest tight as you tried to breathe properly again. your palms stung. cold soaked through your skirt.
“are you fucking serious?” a voice snapped. “what the hell were you doing standing in the middle of the road like that?”
black boots came into your line of sight. big heavy ones. you slowly looked up.
the man towering over you was nothing like anyone from the village; leather jacket, black jeans, a white tank stretched over broad shoulders, tattoos crept down his arms and across his hands. he pulled his helmet off with a sharp movement, clearly irritated, running a hand through his hair.
your eyes finally reached his face, and your breath hitched for a whole new reason.
he was still cursing under his breath, his glare fierce. “do you fucking hear me, or what? you just–”
his words cut off sharply. he stopped in his tracks, his imposing figure going completely still. his furious gaze snapped back to your face, really seeing you for the first time.
his expression shifted, like something had slammed into him headfirst. a low mutter escaped him, more to himself than to you. “…little bear?”
your body stiffened immediately. that nickname.
you knew it before your mind fully caught up. you looked at him properly now, really looked. the familiar eyes hit you first. dark, wide, unmistakable doe eyes. everything else had changed. he was taller, broader, and more buff somehow. piercings glinted under the pale sunlight. he looked like someone who didn’t belong here anymore.
jungkook.
it was really him. jeon jungkook. the bane of your childhood. the boy you’d danced with joy to see leave.
you swallowed, pushing yourself up off the ground, brushing dirt from your skirt with quick, embarrassed movements. “mrs. jeon didn’t tell us he was coming today,” you muttered to yourself, more annoyed than surprised.
he just stared at you, disbelief giving way to something far more unsettling. he’d always known you were a pretty girl. hell, you’d been the prettiest thing in his shitty little world back then. but now? fuck, you’d grown into something that made his mouth go completely dry.
a smirk, lazy and confident, began to play at the corner of his mouth, changing his face from intimidating to dangerously appealing.
“well, well,” he drawled, his voice dropping an octave deeper, into something more teasing. “little bear. seems like you fell for me already? damn, could’ve just said hello.”
heat flooded your cheeks as you completely ignored him and turned with a soft ‘oof’ to the mess on the ground. “awee, no…” you sighed, the sound soft and genuinely disappointed, crouching down to salvage what you could. you wiped dirt off an apple, checking it carefully before setting it aside.
jungkook just watched you, the smirk now fully formed. fuck. fuck. fuck. you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. you hadn’t changed one bit in the way you dealt with him; ignoring the main point (him), muttering about minor details, that adorable pout. it sent a ridiculous, warm thrill through his cold veins.
after a moment, he crouched too, picking up a pear. his large hands looked completely wrong doing something so gentle.
“what?” he finally said, his voice a low rumble. “you’re just gonna ignore me now? after ten years, little bear? not even a little happy to see me?” the old nickname slipped out again, laced with a mocking charm he’d perfected on a hundred other women. it never failed to get a reaction.
and yet, you ignored him. you simply finished gathering the last carrot, stood up, and held out your now-half-full bag. you reached for the bag he’d been filling.
“give me the bag, please,” you said, your voice soft, the utter opposite of him. it was even softer than he remembered, and it did something strange to his insides.
he straightened to his full height, holding the bag just out of your reach. he shrugged. “nah. how about a welcome hug first? for old time’s sake, or a kiss. i don’t mind which.” he tilted his head, the smirk turning wicked, his eyes blatantly dropping to your lips for a heartbeat.
you looked up at him, truly stunned. your eyes widened, your soft frown deepening. he’d grown bolder. more arrogant. you finally addressed him directly, your tone firmer, though it still lacked any real sharpness. “jungkook. give me my bag. now.”
“fuck,” he breathed out, not at your demand, but at the sound of his name on your tongue. it was both a prayer and a curse. he shook his head slowly, the smirk never wavering. “that’s all i get? ‘give me my bag’ ? you didn’t miss me? too bad.” he tsked, playing with the bag’s handle. “and here i was so excited to see you, hm?”
your patience, which turned thin by the fall, the mess, and his overwhelming presence, finally snapped. a soft, frustrated groan escaped you, louder than your usual murmurs. “it’s cold,” you stated. “and i need to get home now. give it!” you extended your hand again, stamping one foot lightly on the gravel. the gesture was so childishly impatient, so utterly you, that it stunned him for a second. “you and your stupid, scary bike are already the reason all my fruits are ruined and my pumpkin is… is dead! and now you want to keep them hostage? just give them back!”
he looked at you, utterly amused. your little show of temper was better than any city nightclub, any bar fight. the way your nose scrunched, the way your wide eyes flashed, it was a fire he hadn’t known you could still spark. he wanted to poke it, to see how bright it could burn.
he cocked his head, his expression one of feigned innocence. “hostage? that’s a bit dramatic, little bear. see, from where i was riding, it looked an awful lot like you were walking in the middle of the lane without looking around you.” he said, then added with an amused smirk. “so whose fault is it, really? mine? or yours?” he took a step closer, invading your space, the scent of leather, and something uniquely, dangerously male enveloping you.
you huffed, an exasperated sound that made his smirk widen. you’d had enough. of him, of his bike, of his smirk, of the way his presence made you feel claustrophobic.
“you can do whatever you want,” you said, your voice tight. and with that, you turned on your heel, clutching your single bag to your chest, and began to march down the lane towards home, your steps quick.
jungkook watched you go, a slow, genuine laugh shaking his shoulders. he shook his head, a strange, unfamiliar feeling stirring in his chest, something far more interesting than irritation or lust.
he didn’t call after you. instead, he walked back to his monstrous motorcycle, swung a leg over it, and settled your bag of fruits securely in front of him. he turned the key, and the engine roared back to life, that same terrifying sound that had started it all. but this time, he didn’t speed off.
he rolled forward at a walking pace behind your rapidly retreating form. he didn’t try to pull alongside you; he just followed, making sure you knew he was there, that he was watching, and that he had no intention of letting you (or your groceries) disappear so easily. but most importantly, he was finally home.
. . .
the sound of the motorcycle stayed behind you longer than it should have.
even after you turned onto the familiar path leading home, the engine was still there. you didn’t look back. you kept walking, eyes fixed ahead. the familiar roof of your house came into view through the bare branches, and you focused on that instead of the noise following you like it had a right to.
the cold air bit at your cheeks, your fingers stiff around the grocery bag. you told yourself not to react. don’t give him the satisfaction.
you reached the small white gate and fumbled with the latch, irritation making your movements clumsy. you pushed through, and grabbed the front door handle just as the engine shut off behind you.
you stepped inside and closed the door firmly, exhaling as warmth wrapped around you. you could already smell something sweet baking in the kitchen. voices drifted from the living room.
you were halfway through pulling off your boots when the door opened again.
jungkook stepped inside, grocery bag in hand, shutting the door behind him with quiet confidence. you froze.
for a moment, he just stood there, taking in the entryway. the walls hadn’t changed. the small table by the door was still there. he glanced around once, then looked at you.
from the living room, your mother’s warm and curious voice floated. “sweetheart, is that you? that was quick!” she appeared, wiping her hands on a checkered apron, her smile fading into pleasant confusion as she saw you once half full bag. “oh! where are all the–?”
“got them,” jungkook said easily as he stepped forward and stood beside you.
your mother’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her chest. “jungkook? little jungkook? is that really you?”
mrs. jeon sprang up with a speed that belied her years, her face a storm of emotions, shock, joy and maternal fury. “jungkook! my son!” she rushed across the room, not for a hug, but to swat at his arm. “you! you said you’d call when you reached the town! do you know how worried i’ve been? riding that death machine in this cold! and you walk in here like a… a gangster!”
jungkook, looked momentarily chastised, a faint pink covering the tip of his ears. he gently set the bag down by the umbrella stand and endured his mother’s fluttering, scolding hands. “ma, i’m fine. the bike’s fine too. stop.” he submitted to her pulling him down for a tearful, tight hug, his own arms coming around her stiffly, his eyes squeezed shut for a second in a mix of affection and profound embarrassment at being dressed down in front of you and your mother.
“look at you,” your mother breathed, her initial surprise melting into delight. she came closer, her eyes misty. “little jungkook, all grown up. so tall! so handsome!” she reached out and pinched his cheek, and you saw his jaw tighten, a grunt of tolerance escaping him.
“hey, aunt elisa,” he said, his voice a rough scrape of politeness. he extracted himself from his mother’s grasp, giving a short nod. his posture was stiff with tension, shoulders tight under the leather, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional display. this was the grumpy prick who hated small talk and familial doting.
but his eyes, those beautiful doe-like eyes, weren’t on the two women surrouding him. they instead found you, standing by the stairs, watching the spectacle. his gaze was sweeping from where your long skirt ends up to your flustered face, and a corner of his mouth twitched.
mrs. jeon held him at arm’s length, her critical mother’s eye analysing every change. her focus lingered on the silver glint at his eyebrow, lips and the stud in his ear. “and what is this?” she gasped, poking a finger near his eyebrow. “you are putting holes in your face? trying to ruin god’s good work? aish, this city life!”
your mother chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. “oh, hae-un, leave the boy be. he looks very modern. very charming! it’s what all the young people do nowadays.” she winked at jungkook, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.
jungkook’s mind drifted to the sprawling ink that covered half his torso and down his arm. damn. if she’s having a meltdown over a couple of piercings, she’s gonna have a coronary when she sees the new tattoos. he shoved the thought away.
“it’s just metal, ma,” he muttered, shifting his weight. “forget it.”
“forget it? how can i ‘forget’ when my son’s looking like a street thug?”
“he looks strong and stylish!” your mother countered loyally, beaming. “you should be proud he turned out so striking!”
the two mothers launched into a familiar, loving debate, their voices layering over each other, scolding and defending, a duet of care and exasperation. jungkook used the distraction as his exit. his eyes never left you as he took a few deliberate steps towards the kitchen.
your mother, mid-sentence, noticed your stillness. “darling, be a sweetheart and put the kettle on, will you? jungkook must be frozen through. we’ll have some tea!”
flustered, you nodded, grateful for a task before you slipped into the kitchen. you filled the old copper kettle at the sink, your hands trembling slightly. you were so focused on calming your own chaotic heartbeat that you didn’t hear his approach.
you only felt the shift in the air, the subtle heat from the door being blocked, the alarming sense of his presence. you turned.
he was leaning against the doorframe, one shoulder propped against the wood, his arms crossed over his broad chest. he completely filled the space, his body stood like a barrier between you and the cheerful chatter in the living room. he was studying you carefully, the way your sweater sleeves were pushed up your forearms, the nervous flutter of your fingers, the way you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.
a slow, utterly shameless smirk spread across his face at the sight.
you quickly turned back to the stove, fumbling with the knobs. the silence between you was thick.
“still jumpy around me, little bear?”
you stiffened, your back to him. you could feel his intense gaze on you.
“or is it just my general effect on women?” he continued, his tone dripping with a lazy, arrogant amusement. “can’t decide if you want to run or throw something at me. that’s cute.”
you spun around, the tea towel in your hands clenched into a soft ball. “i am not ‘jumpy’,” you hissed, keeping your voice low to match his. “i am trying to make tea because my mother asked me to. and you are blocking the doorway.”
he didn’t move. his smirk only deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he looked you up and down, that alone made heat bloom under your skin. “yeah, i am. problem?” he uncrossed his arms, planting his palms on either side of the doorframe, caging you in even more effectively. “ten years and you still get that little wrinkle right here,” he murmured, nodding toward the space between your brows. “when you’re annoyed with me. some things never change.”
“some things do,” you retorted, lifting your chin, refusing to be cowed. “most people learn to knock before entering someone’s home.”
a dark chuckle escaped him. “well, it’s my second home. always was.” his gaze softened for a fraction of a second, before it was shuttered away. “besides, i was carrying your groceries. you’re welcome, by the way.”
“you were the reason they were on the ground in the first place!”
“debatable.”
the whistle of the kettle screamed to life behind you. you jumped, and his smirk returned in full force.
jumpy.
you turned off the stove with more force than necessary. “the tea is ready,” you announced, your voice politely cold. “if you would please move.”
he held your gaze for a long minute and with a slight tilt of his head, he pushed off the doorframe. he didn’t move aside to let you pass. instead, he turned and walked back toward the living room, throwing one last comment over his shoulder, his voice a low promise that made your stomach twist.
“this is gonna be a fun holiday, little bear.”
. . .
the café was the kind of place where everything felt at peace. the smell of fresh croissants filled the space, mixed with a faint hint of paint from the small art corner. you sat at your usual table near the bay window, where the afternoon light came in just right, a small canvas set up on its easel in front of you.
you were painting the chrysanthemums in a jar on the counter.
across from you, mandy was halfway through a slice of mille-feuille, clearly enjoying herself. flakes of pastry clung to her sweater, and a bit of cream lingered at the corner of her mouth. still, her attention wasn’t on the dessert. her eyes kept drifting around the café, which was more crowded than usual for a saturday afternoon.
“okay, don’t look now,” she whispered, leaning so far forward she almost knocked over your water cup. “but jessica kim just walked in. and i swear to you, she is wearing false eyelashes. to get a damn latte. jessica, who considers tinted lip balm as ‘too bold.’ ”
you didn’t glance up, focusing on mixing a shade of burnt umber on your palette. “maybe she has a… date later?” you offered, your voice soft, trying to cling to giving everyone the benefit of the doubt.
mandy snorted, almost un-ladylike. “a date with her own reflection in the window of jeon’s house maybe.” she took another huge bite, talking around it. “it’s not just her. i passed by the hairdresser’s on the way here, it was fully booked. mrs. martinez said she’s done three ‘last minute emergencies’ since noon. for what? brave the november drizzle? please.”
you sighed, as you dipped your brush, but your strokes were slower now. the village had a quiet familiar rhythm you understood deeply. but now it was moving with a strange energy that you couldn’t shake off.
“and janette at the flower shop, told me she delivered flowers to mrs. jeon’s house this morning,” mandy continued, her voice dropping to a scandalized whisper. “very early, and apparently mrs. jeon’s son answered the door shirtless. she’s still not over it by the way.” mandy fanned herself dramatically with a napkin. “the drama! i haven’t seen this much of it ever since mr. johnson cheated on his 6 month pregnant wife with that twenty-something waitress.”
you finally looked up from your canvas, your brow creasing. “that’s a bit… much, don’t you think? he’s just a boy.” your words were naive, and you knew it the moment they left your lips.
mandy paused, her fork hovering mid-air. she looked at you with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. “sweetie, honey, light of my life. he is not ‘just a boy’ he’s a walking, talking, motorcycle riding monument to sinful city dreams. he left here a cute, troublesome bunny-boy and came back looking like… well, like that.” she gestured vaguely. “i heard the lee sisters whispering by the bread stand. they said he looks like the kind of man who’d ruin you for all other men, and you’d thank him for the privilege while he walked away without a backward glance.”
a strange drop of something unpleasant settled in your stomach. you didn’t like that description. it felt cheap and dismissive. it reduced the infuriating boy you remembered, and the even more infuriating man he’d become, to a villain from one of amanda’s city-girl romance novels. “that’s a horrible thing to say about someone,” you murmured, your hand tightening on your brush.
mandy shook her head, a soft, knowing smile on her lips. she reached over and patted your hand, her gesture leaving a tiny smudge of sugar on your skin. “you sweet, summer child. you wouldn’t understand. your idea of a dangerous man is mr. henderson when he’s had one too many at the harvest festival and tries to waltz with the prize pumpkin.”
you huffed, a puff of air that stirred your bangs. “he’s not all of that,” you muttered, more to the painting than to mandy. “he’s just… jungkook. but worse.”
mandy’s eyes lit up as she put her fork down. “ah ha! there it is. i was wondering when we’d get to the real tea, spill. you’ve been painting like you’re trying to murder those innocent flowers.”
you sighted before you told her about the terrifying roar of his bike, the spilled groceries, the humiliating fall. you described his towering presence, the mocking ‘little bear,’ the way he’d followed you home like a dark cloud. “and he just walked in, mandy! didn’t even knock! he stood in our kitchen doorway, with that… that smirk on his face. like he owned– ” you cut yourself off, your cheeks flushing. “he’s so arrogant. it’s doubled since we were kids. he’s like a giant, tattooed mosquito, and i’m the only one he wants to bother.”
mandy listened, her chin propped in her hand. as you finished, a slow, cheshire-cat grin spread across her face. she sucked a bit of cream from her thumb, her gaze shrewd.
“so…” she drawled, drawing the word out. “let me get this straight. he nearly scares you half to death, helps pick up your groceries, carries your bag, walks into your house without hesitation, and spends the whole time his mom’s crying over him staring at you, specifically teasing you.” she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “he’s still an annoying prick. but he’s your annoying prick, hm? interesting.”
you blinked. “what? no! mandy, he’s not ‘my’ anything! he was probably doing all that to figure out new ways to irritate me, that’s what he has been doing ever since we were kids.”
“or,” mandy said, her tone playful, “he was a stupid, hormone-addled boy who had a crush on the sweetest girl in town and his only way of dealing with it was to pull her pigtails and ruin her drawings.”
you shook your head, sending your hair swinging. “no mandy, that’s a children’s story. this is a grown man. a grown man who looks like he… like he…” you struggled for the right phrase, “he looks like a walking red flag. you know, the kind amanda warns us about.” the words felt foreign and a little too harsh in your mouth, but they fit the image of the man who’d winked at you and demanded a welcome kiss. a kiss??!
mandy’s grin didn’t falter. “oh, he’s absolutely a red flag from what i’ve heard. i don’t doubt that for a second.” she picked up her fork again, twirling it. “but here’s the thing about flags, sunshine. they only warn you about the danger. they don’t stop you from walking right into the bullring.” she took a final, satisfied bite. “and from what you’ve told me, that bull only has eyes for one particular little matador. everyone else just gets the snort and the dust.”
you didn’t like the way that landed. you glanced back at your painting, the colors had muddied, the petals ended up sharper than you intended. it reflected exactly how you felt; unsettled and totally thrown off balance.
you cleaned your brush slowly, watching the paint swirl away. jungkook being back wasn’t just inconvenient. it felt like something had been disrupted, and whether you liked it or not, you were right in the middle of it.
. . .
the morning air was cold enough to sting your cheeks as you stepped outside. you pulled your thickest wool cardigan tighter around yourself, and tucked the basket of chicken feed under your arm. rocky trotted at your heels, tail wagging, his breath puffing faintly in the air.
beautiful late novembre morning.
or it was, until you stepped into the small, fenced garden beside your house.
you heard it before you saw anything. the steady clink of metal, followed by low voices. you scattered grain for the hens and glanced past your fence, toward the jeon’s house.
jungkook was in the driveway.
he was bent over his motorcycle. he wore worn jeans and a black tank top, nothing heavy enough for the cold, but he didn’t seem bothered by it. his shoulders and arms flexed as he tightened something with a ratchet, tattoos fully visible now that his jacket was gone. his hair fell into his eyes as he worked, focused, completely at ease in a place he hadn’t lived in for years.
of course, you thought, a flush of heat creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with the cold. of course this is what you see first thing in the morning. you tried to look away, to focus on little nino pecking diligently at your feet, but your eyes were your biggest traitors.
a giggle, high and affected, sliced through the quiet from down the lane. you turned your head slightly. there, gathered near the old stone well about fifty yards away, were the lee sisters, and emily from the bakery. they were huddled together, clutching paper coffee cups, but their bodies were angled unmistakably towards the jeon’s driveway. they weren’t even pretending to look at each other. one of the twin sisters was whispering behind her hand, her eyes wide, while her twin had a gloved hand pressed to her cheek, fanning herself dramatically despite the cold weather. emily was openly staring, her mouth slightly agape.
the whole thing made your stomach twist. it was embarrassing, to him for providing it, them for gawking, and yourself for standing there pretending not to notice while noticing everything.
with an irritated huff, you dumped the rest of the feed into the trough and turned back toward the house. rocky barked once in confusion, then followed you inside.
jungkook’s hands stilled on the bike’s engine. without lifting his head, his eyes, which had been fixed on a carburetor, flicked upward, following your retreating body. he’d clocked you the second you stepped outside. he’d felt your movement; the way you’d stopped once you noticed his presence, your reluctant glances. a faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, unseen by the giggling girls down the lane. he’d made you look. even when you wished you hadn’t. he wiped his hands slowly on a rag, before returning to his work, unbothered.
the days that followed only got worse.
jungkook became the village’s main topic of conversation without ever trying to be. people followed his appearances like news.
at the market, he stood out immediately; taller than most, darker clothes, sharp presence. mrs. lee insisted on giving him fruit, fussing over how thin he looked. he accepted it with a short nod and a rough thanks, then gave an illusion of a smile just enough to leave her flustered.
at the pub, he kept to himself, nursing a drink in the corner. the men stayed away. the women, on the other hand, didn’t. janette from the flower shop found excuses to stop by. jessica kim laughed too loudly whenever she passed his table. he never encouraged them, never fully shut them down either. he stayed detached, amused at best, distant at worst.
and somehow, he was always where you were.
at the post office, you’d be filling out a shipping label when the doorbell rang behind you. you’d feel him being too close, standing right at your back.
“little bear,” he’d say quietly. “sending love letters to your city boyfriend?”
you’d ignore him, focusing intently on your task.
he’d lean in, his breath stirring the hair near your ear. “bet they’re not as good as the ones you used to write me. what was it? ‘dear stupid jungkook, you are a toad. give me my pencil back.’ hm?”
a hot flush would crawl up your neck. “i was twelve,” you’d mutter through clenched teeth.
“and i was fifteen,” he’d counter, as if that explained everything. then he’d reach around you, his tattooed arm brushing yours, to grab a blank customs form he didn’t even need before walking away, leaving you flustered and the postmistress fanning herself.
at the market, you’d carefully pick apples, placing them one by one into your basket, only for his hand to slip in front of yours and grab the shiniest red delicious one you’d just chosen.
“hey!” you’d protest, turning to find him already taking a loud, crisp bite of the stolen fruit. juice gleamed on his lower lip.
he’d chew slowly, his eyes locked on yours, a challenge in their dark depths. “what? it looked good.” he’d take another bite. “tastes good, too. so sweet.” the way he said it made it sound like he wasn’t talking about the apple.
“that’s stealing,” you’d say, trying for stern but your voice coming out breathless.
he’d shrug. “put it on my tab.” he’d finish the apple in two more bites and toss the core perfectly into a trash bin several feet away. “see you around, little bear.”
the most infuriating encounter was at the library. you were in the quiet kids section, reaching for a french book about fairytales on a high shelf. you were on your tiptoes, fingertips brushing the edges.
“need a hand, short stuff?”
you yelped, stumbling back, only to be steadied by two large hands on your shoulders. he was right behind you, having moved with a practiced silence. he didn’t let go. he simply reached up, easily retrieved the book, and handed it to you, his body caging you against the bookshelf.
“you’re… you’re in a library,” you whispered, aware of the silence, of the librarian watching with owl eyes from her desk.
“noticed,” he murmured, he wasn’t looking at the book. he was looking at your face, his gaze dropping to your lips, then back to your eyes. “came in for a good nap, but found something better.” he leaned a fraction closer. “you know, for a teacher, you ask a lot of pointless questions. like ‘what are you doing here?’ seems pretty obvious.”
his proximity was overwhelming. “it’s not obvious,” you managed.
“it is to me.” he finally released your shoulders, taking a half-step back that felt no less invasive. he took the book from your soft grasp, glanced at the title, and snorted. “figures.” he handed it back. “still living in fairy tales.” he turned and walked away, the sound of his boots on the woody floor echoing in the hushed room.
it kept happening. everywhere. the park, the bakery, even outside the school where you taught. always close enough to unsettle you, always just teasing enough to make it worse. and the worst part was the sick, thrill that shot through you every time you heard that low voice say “little bear,” a thrill you refused to acknowledge, buried under irritation and annoyance. jungkook was a problem with a leather jacket and a motorcycle, and he wasn’t just disrupting the peaceful rhythm of your village, he was disrupting you. and you had no idea how to make it stop.
. . .
the walk home from the schoolhouse always put you in a good mood. you found yourself smiling for no real reason, your steps light as you followed the familiar path leading to your home. class had gone well, even more wonderful than usual. little mathew, had finally, perfectly pronounced “merci beaucoup” after weeks of struggling with his ‘r’ sounds, and the whole room had erupted when he got it right. you kept replaying his proud grin in your head, along with the small, crumpled hand written “merci, mademoiselle!” card now tucked safely in your bag.
you opened the front door. “mama, i’m home!” you called, slipping off your boots.
your mother stood by the fireplace, not in her usual comfortable house clothes, but in her favorite floral-print dress, the one she reserved for special visits. a soft cardigan was draped over her shoulders. the air was fragrant with the sweet scent of vanilla and butter.
“there’s my sunshine!” she beamed, her face crinkling into a smile that mirrored your own. she came over, cupping your cold cheeks in her warm hands. “look at you, glowing. the children were good today?”
“the best,” you sighed happily, leaning into her touch. “mathew said the whole phrase! and amirah wrote a little poem. it was wonderful.” you sniffed the air dramatically. “is that your honey butter cake? it smells like heaven.”
“it is,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead with tender care. “and it just came out of the oven to cool. i was thinking… it’s been a few days. we should take a slice over to hae-un. the poor thing must be exhausted from fussing over jungkook. she could use some company and a sweet treat.”
the warmth in your chest dimmed immediately. go to the jeon’s house, now. your first instinct was to say no. to claim you were tired, busy, anything.
but then you looked at your mother’s face, she meant well. mrs. jeon had always been family in everything but name, she was like a second mother to you. you’d spent countless afternoons in her house. to refuse now, to let your silly, personal discomfort with jungkook ruin this… it felt horribly wrong, selfish.
the conflict must have shown on your face for a fleeting second, because your mother’s smile softened. “what is it, darling? did you have other plans?”
“no, no plans,” you said quickly, your voice a little too bright. you forced your own smile back, pushing the unease down where it couldn’t spoil the sweetness of the day. “that’s a wonderful idea, mama. auntie hae-un loves your cake. let me just put my bag away.”
the jeon’s house looked the same but felt slightly different. the blue door, the familiar smell of tea, the furniture you’d grown up around. but now there were signs of jungkook everywhere. his helmet by the door, a leather jacket tossed over the couch.
“elisa! aigoo, and my sweet girl!” mrs. jeon enveloped you both in a warm hug. she held you at arm’s length, her eyes misty. “you brought light with you. this old house has been too dark and loud lately.” she ushered you into the living room, fussing over the cake, exclaiming over its beauty.
your mother laughed as they settled in. “and where is the cause of all that noise?” she asked, her tone gently teasing. “is our city boy hiding?”
you busied yourself with accepting a cup of tea, focusing intently on the steam rising from the mug.
mrs. jeon waved a hand, a mixture of pride and exasperation on her face. “bah. that boy! he said the quiet was driving him crazy so he went out for a ride on that metal beast of his.” but her affection was clear.
relief loosened something tight in your chest. he wasn’t here. you could finally relax. you could actually enjoy this visit. you took a sip of tea, the familiar comfort of the two mothers’ chatter beginning to soothe your nerves. they fell into their easy conversation, talking about the upcoming winter festival, the cake recipe, you mom’s new knitting project.
then, mrs. jeon glanced out the window at the grey, woolen sky. “oh, dear god. i just remembered. i left the last of the laundry on the line. jungkook’s things from this morning. if it snows tonight, they’ll be frozen stiff.”
without a second thought, you set your cup down. “i’ll get it, auntie. it’ll only take a moment.” it was a reflex, as natural as breathing.
both women turned their warm, approving gazes on you. “ah, you angel,” mrs. jeon sighed, patting your hand. “what would we do without you?”
your mother beamed, pride shining in her eyes. “my thoughtful baby.”
outside, the air was colder than before. you worked quickly, folding towels and sheets. then you picked up an unfamiliar grey cotton t-shirt, the fabric thin from many washes. it smelled faintly of detergent and something else, something unmistakably male, a clean, musky scent that was all jungkook. a flush crept up your neck. finally, your fingers brushed against black cotton boxer briefs. you snatched your hand back as if burned, a hot wave of embarrassment and annoyance crashing over you. this was so… intimate. so wrong. he felt like an intruder to your peace, and now you were handling his underwear.
gritting your teeth, you grabbed the last item with two fingers, hastily adding it to the pile in your arms, wanting nothing more than to be rid of it all.
that was when you heard the motorcycle approaching fast from the main road. you froze, then edged toward the corner of the house without meaning to as the bike pulled into the driveway.
there he was, jungkook, swinging off the bike, removing his helmet. but he wasn’t alone.
a woman followed from behind him. you could only see her back; a sleek, dark ponytail, a wool coat and heeled boots that were utterly impractical for the village lanes. she let out a bright, tinkling laugh as she reached out, placing a hand on his leather-clad arm. she said something you couldn’t hear, leaning into his space.
you could only see jungkook’s side profile. he wasn’t smirking. he looked… relaxed. he gave a short nod in response to whatever she said.
something twisted sharply in your chest.
it didn’t make any sense, why were you feeling like this? he wasn’t yours. you knew exactly what kind of man he was and you hated him anyway, didn’t you? but the feeling still hit, sudden and unpleasant. you’d just been handling his laundry, and he’d just been off with her.
you didn’t watch any longer. clutching the laundry, you turned and went back inside, closing the door quietly behind you. the cake, the tea, the warmth inside the house all felt kind of distant now.
and no matter how hard you told yourself it shouldn’t matter, it still, somehow, did..?
. . .
the cold hit hard as soon as he reached the higher road. it burned his lungs and cut straight through his jacket. this was the only place his head ever really cleared. no noise, no people, just the road and what came next.
fuck, he missed the city. everything about it. his gym, he’d left it with jimin, the only fucker he trusted not to run it into the ground or sell the equipment for coke money. he missed the club nights too, the bass, the easy, nameless women who wanted nothing but a good fuck and understood the rules; no strings attached, no questions, no next morning breakfast bullshit.
here, everything felt watched. his mother noticed everything.heck he’d kill for a smoke. a cigarette would be a minor miracle, he’d have to ride halfway to the next province to get one. his mother would smell it on him from a mile away, have a full-blown heart attack, complete with clutching her chest and calling all her ancestors. it wasn’t worth the fucking lecture.
the bike ate up the empty road, carrying him aimlessly. his thoughts, however, kept circling back to the same person. you.
he slowed as he passed the village school just as the final bell rang. the bike idled quietly as he watched from across the road.
there you were. wrapped in a soft, cream sweater, and that long yellow skirt that swirled around your ankles. you were kneeling to tie a kid’s shoe, laughing at something a little girl said. you waved as the kids scattered to their parents, your smile so genuine it was almost painful to look at.
fuck. you were a walking, talking ball of sunshine in this grey, suffocating town.
he wanted to go over there. wanted to see that smile disappear and be replaced by that delicious, flustered pout. wanted to hear you huff his name in that soft, annoyed voice. he’d picture that look sometimes, late at night, but in those fantasies, the pout was for other reasons; his mouth on your neck, his hands on your hips, your eyes rolling back not in annoyance, but in pleasure. the thought alone sent a bolt of heat straight to his dick.
he was just about to roll his bike forward, a taunt already forming on his lips, when a voice sliced through the engine’s rumble.
“jungkook? oh my god, jeon jungkook! is that you?”
he turned his head, already irritated. a woman was hurrying toward him, her heels clicking on the pavement. pretty. sleek dark hair in a low ponytail, a coat that looked expensive.
he didn’t know her. or maybe he did. he didn’t care enough to remember anyway.
“hi!” she breathed, stopping too close to the bike, her eyes wide as they drank him in, the bike, the tattoos peeking from his collar, the permanent scowl. “it’s me, cynthia! we were in the same year? well, you were a few years ahead, but still!” she talked fast, her gaze raking over him with open appreciation.
jungkook grunted in response. his eyes didn’t stay on her. they trailed over her shoulder, back to the school steps. where you’d been. you were gone now, leaving him with this chattering stranger.
his attention snapped back to cynta? only because she was still talking. “...and honestly, these boots were a terrible idea,” she was saying with a practiced laugh, lifting a foot clad in a heeled leather boot. “the lanes are so slippery! i feel like i’m going to break my ankle.”
jungkook’s gaze dropped to her feet, then dragged slowly back up her body. yeah, the boots were stupid. who the fuck wore that here unless they were trying to get noticed?
she misinterpreted the look entirely. her smile turned coy, and she took a half-step closer, lowering her voice. “maybe… you could give me a ride? it would be a lifesaver.”
he held back a snort. his eyes drifted once more to the now-empty schoolyard. you were the only reason he was even lingering in this part of the village. the only thing that held any interest in this whole fucking trip. a bleak boredom settled over him. what did it matter?
“get on,” he said, his voice flat. it wasn’t an offer; it was his way of stopping the need for further conversation.
cynthia’s face lit up with victory. she let out a little squeal as she swung a leg over the bike behind him, settling in. immediately, her arms wrapped around his waist, tight. too tight. her hands didn’t stay still; they slid lower, fingers playing at the waistband of his jeans. she pressed her body against his back, and he could feel the soft shape of her breasts through their layers of clothing.
he didn’t shift, didn’t even tell her to back off. he simply kicked the bike back to life, and pointed it toward the only destination that made sense, home.
she held on tightly the whole way, pressing against him, talking into his ear over the engine noise. he barely listened. his mind wasn’t on her.
after some time, he pulled into the driveway and shut the bike off, the sudden silence ringing in his ears. he didn’t move, just waited.
cynthia, laughing breathlessly, as she slid off. “wow, that was… so cool,” she said, smoothing her hair. the laugh was bright, but her eyes were dark with intention as she stepped closer. her hand came up, her fingers tracing the hard curve of his bicep through his jacket in a gesture that was anything but casual.
“you know,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. “i feel like i owe you for the rescue.” her gaze was blatant, hungry. “a girl could think of a few ways to say thank you. just name it.”
the offer hung in the cold air between them. cynthia’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated. it was a look he knew intimately; the sharp, hungry anticipation of a woman who’d already decided how the night would end.
his body recognized the opportunity. muscle memory twitched with the ease of it; a rough grip on her hip, steering her into the garage. the usual rythme of a quick, meaningless fuck against the cold wall, her expensive coat shoved out of the way. or maybe better, just her on her knees right here in the gravel, his hand fisted in that perfect ponytail while he stared blankly at the frost on the kitchen window as she chokes on the length of his cock. it would be fast. efficient. a way to bleed off the restless energy this town coiled inside him. she was clearly down for it. and who was he to deny such an offer?
he’d smirk, say something crude and inviting like, “yeah? how ‘bout you start by getting on your knees, and we’ll see how grateful you are.” because he’d done it before. more times than he could count.
but as the words formed in his throat, they tasted like ash. instead of the familiar heat, a cold wave of… distaste washed over him.
this wasn’t a grimy alley where you could disappear afterward. this was his mother’s driveway. the kitchen light was on; he could see her silhouette moving behind the curtain. a few houses down, old mrs. ahn was probably watching from her parlor window. this was the village square, the same one where he’d get groceries tomorrow, where he’d have to see this stranger again at the market or the winter festival.
he had a fucked-up way to go through life, but one rule was clear: you don’t shit where you eat. and for all his complaints, this was still, technically, where he was from.
hooking up with his hometown girls only meant drama, awkward encounters and potential tears on his mother’s doorstep. it was messy. and the only mess he had any interest in navigating is the one that would involve you.
which is why fucking cyndi (or whatever her name was) would be pointless, ugly, and a pain in the ass to deal with later.
so, the smirk that usually came so easily died before it reached his lips. he looked at her eager face and felt nothing but a profound sense of get the fuck away from me.
he gave a single, slow nod. “nah it’s chill,” he said, his voice flat, like a door slamming shut. he didn’t say thanks or maybe another time nor did he offer a fake smile. he simply turned his back and walked toward the house, leaving her standing in the cold.
. . .
the final bell rang, and one by one your students pulled on their coats and scarves, filing out of the classroom in a rush of chatter and laughter. you waited until the room was empty before erasing the chalkboard, taking your time, enjoying the quiet that always followed a long day. the late afternoon light came in through the windows, making you feel settled. a little tired, but in a good way.
“mademoiselle!”
you turned at the sound of a familiar voice. jayden stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with an easy smile. he was the elder brother of one of your students, matthew, a man with the gentle manners and kind eyes. you’d known him for over a year now, mostly through chance meetings at the bakery after work. sometimes you shared a croissant and talked about his projects or your lesson plans.
“jayden! hello!” you greeted him, your smile soft and genuine.
“haven’t seen much of you lately,” he said, stepping inside. his presence didn’t feel intrusive, just calm. “everything alright?”
you laughed softly. “yeah, everything’s fine, just a little busy! my mom’s got me helping with baking and knitting. with the winter festival and christmas coming up, our house looks like it’s been taken over.”
he chuckled. “i know the feeling. i’ve been going crazy trying to carve these wooden snowmen for the festival stall. my workshop is knee-deep in wood shavings.”
before you could reply, little matthew came charging back into the room, his blue coat half-zipped and his cheeks pink from the cold.
“jay!” he shouted, running straight into his brother.
jayden scooped him up effortlessly. “hey, buddy. how was school?”
matthew didn’t even pause for breath as he started talking, holding up his hands and counting loudly. “un, deux, trois...”
you watched them with a fond smile. “he’s doing really well,” you said. “he picks things up quickly.”
jayden looked at you as he adjusted his brother on his hip. “that’s because of you.” his tone held a note of something softer, a gentle flirtation that sailed right over your innocent, oblivious head.
you simply beamed, accepting the praise as a compliment to your work. “he makes it easy for me.”
“i’m hungry!” matthew declared.
“dad made your favorite soup,” jayden told him, earning a gleeful “yay!” he then shifted his attention back to you, his voice dropping back to that warm, intentional register. “so, i’ll see you later, maybe? we could grab that snack we’ve been missing.”
“of course!” you agreed readily. “that would be lovely! au revoir, matthew! bon appétit!”
you waved as they left, jayden giving you one last, lingering look. you didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just his usual friendliness.
the walk home was quiet, the air was cold enough to sting your lungs when you breathed in, and the sun was already sinking low behind the trees. you were lost in thoughts, replaying the kids’ proud little faces, when a sudden sound shattered the peace.
you jumped, a small gasp escaping you as a familiar black motorcycle rolled to a stop right in front of you, blocking the narrow lane. your heart hammered against your ribs.
jungkook sat on the bike one foot down, the other resting casually on the peg. he was already smirking, clearly pleased with how much he’d startled you.
“get on,” he said, voice low and steady over the engine. “it’s getting dark. could use a ride, little bear. yeah?” he made it sound like a casual suggestion, but his eyes were anything but casual, they stayed fixed on you, sharp and unreadable.
you looked around the empty lane, then back at him, gathering your composure. you sighed, the sound a soft cloud in the cold air. “no, thank you,” you said politely. “i enjoy walking home.”
his smirk deepened, carving a dimple in his cheek that you refused to find distracting. “enjoy it all you want. but with those little short legs,” his gaze dropped pointedly to your boots, “you won’t make it home ‘til the sun comes up again.”
you looked down at yourself and then back up at him, utterly offended and flustered. “they are not short? they’re… normal.”
he didn’t argue. he just let out a long sigh, the picture of a man burdened by a great duty. “look, your mom asked me to check on you. said you were late. she’s worried sick about her only daughter out here in the dark.” he delivered the lie with perfect sincerity, knowing the exact chord it would strike.
your stomach dropped. “what?”
mama was worried? the guilt hit immediately, washing over you. you shouldn’t have stayed to sketch those frost flowers on the school window pane. you’d caused your mother distress. the thought alone was unbearable.
as jungkook made a show of revving the engine slightly, preparing to leave you to your fate, you panicked. “w- wait!” you called out, your voice soft and laced with concern.
he turned back at you, expression blank. “yeah?”
you looked away, cheeks heating despite the cold, fingers twisting together. “you… you can take me home. i don’t want her to worry.”
the triumph that flashed in his eyes was barely concealed. his smirk threatened to split his face. so fucking adorable with your little pout and worried fingers. wordlessly, he reached behind him, pulling out a second, smaller helmet. he shoved it onto your head. it was heavy, too big, and smelled faintly of him. “get on.”
for a moment, you froze. the reality of the situation crashed into you. you were about to get on a motorcycle. with jungkook. the same motorcycle you’d seen that woman clinging to. a strange, hollow feeling twisted in your stomach.
he noticed your hesitation. “what now?” he grumbled, though his voice was less sharp than usual.
“i don’t… i don’t know how,” you admitted quietly.
fuck. the words, your shy confession, hit him like a physical blow. he wanted to pull you into his arms right then, to feel how you’d fit against his chest. instead, he swung off the bike. “here.”
his hands were surprisingly steady as he guided you, his grip firm on your waist as he helped you swing a leg over the seat. you squeaked, wobbling dangerously, and grabbed into his arms without thinking. he was solid beneath your fingers. he climbed back on, settling in front of you.
“hold on,” he commanded, his voice gruff. “tight.”
“no, thank you,” you whispered, your hands gripping the edge of the seat behind you instead.
he didn’t argue. he just started the bike and eased it forward slightly.
you let out a small, terrified cry and wrapped your arms around his waist, clinging for dear life. you were pressed flush against his leather jacket, helmet knocking gently against his shoulder blade.
“better,” was all he said.
he didn’t take you home. you noticed almost right away that the route was wrong. “jungkook, this isn’t–” you started.
he twisted the throttle. the bike surged forward, speed snapping your breath away. a scream was ripped from your throat, pure instinctive fear. but the fear quickly turned into laughter, breathless and surprised. the wind was sharp, the road rushing beneath you, and the only stable thing was the man you were holding onto. for the first time, you understood why he loved this so much. you understood a piece of him.
when he finally slowed and stopped at the cliff’s edge, your ears were ringing. he helped you off, your legs felt unsteady, and your breath coming in shallow. you pulled the helmet off, your hair a mess, and your cheeks flushed. the soft, breathless sounds of your laughter filled the silent space between you.
jungkook swore his heart stopped. it was the softest, most genuine sound he’d ever heard. and he can’t believe he’d made that sound happen.
below, the village lights glowed, quiet and distant.
“the view’s so beautiful,” you breathed.
“used to come up here when i was a kid,” he said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “when i needed to get away from everyone.”
the words slipped out before you could stop them. “so, when you weren’t busy bothering me.”
he glanced at you, a flicker of something (amusement maybe?) in his dark eyes. “just to break it to you, you were part of the ‘everyone.’ sometimes even the loudest part.”
“hey!” you protested, turning fully to face him. “i was not loud!”
“you were. always humming, or talking to yourself about your drawings.” he kicked a loose stone with his boot. “drove me crazy.” you drove him crazy for other reasons too but you didn’t need to know.
you hugged yourself against the creeping cold. “well, you drove me crazy, too. always bothering me, pulling my hair.”
“you had those little ribbons,” he said, his smile turning into a faint smirk. “they were just… there. asking to be tugged.”
“they were not!” you insisted, but you were smiling now too, the old grievance feeling strangely fond in the fading light. “everyone had those and you only choose mine to tug!”
“yours were more outstanding,” he shrugged but in reality, his younger self had his eyes only set on you to ever notice the other girls’ ribbons anyway.
you both eventually fell quiet after a while, the easy laughter settling into a comfortable silence. it was a new space between you, one without barbs or tension. you looked back at the view, hugging your arms as a sharp gust of wind cut through your sweater.
he noticed the movement almost immediately. his eyes dropped to your arms, then back to your face. the softness from a second ago vanished, replaced by gruffness. “you’re shivering.”
“it’s getting a little colder.” you admitted.
“yeah. let’s go.” he turned and walked back to the bike, the moment of shared memory officially over. “cmon, before you freeze.”
the ride back was different. it was slower and deliberate. you kept your arms around his middle, and this time you didn’t fight it. it just felt like the right way to stay on. you even let your head rest against the cold leather of his jacket. he didn’t speed up or try to scare you, he just drove ahead carefully.
when he dropped you at your gate, you slid off, feeling strangely unmoored. you handed him the helmet, your fingers brushing slightly. “thank you,” you murmured, not quite meeting his eyes. the experience had thrown you. the annoying boy had shown you something beautiful, shared a piece of his world, and had been… quiet. it was disorienting.
he took the helmet, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on your flushed cheeks and still-bright eyes. but then, the corner of his mouth tugged up into that arrogant smirk you knew too well.
he leaned in just a fraction, his voice a low. “don’t go wandering off alone in the dark again, little bear.” he said, his voice dropping into a teasing drawl. “might start thinking you like my company.”
and just like that, the nice moment was over. you huffed, rolling your eyes. “i don’t need a ride. and i don’t like your company, anyway. you’re annoying.”
he chuckled, a low, knowing sound. his eyes swept over you from head to toe, slow and deliberate, making your face grow warm. “sure you don’t,” he said, his voice full of mocking doubt. he swung his leg over the bike. “keep telling yourself that, little bear.”
and with a loud, unnecessary rev of the engine, he took off down the lane, leaving you standing there.
you stomped your foot in frustration, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. he was infuriating. but for a few minutes up on that cliff, he hadn’t been. and that was the part you couldn’t stop thinking about.
. . .
the bakery was packed, especially since it was the day before the winter festival. it was warm, and the air smelled like fresh bread and sugar. you held your number, 42, while mandy tried to see over the crowd.
“we need more red bean buns,” mandy said. “at least ten. my aunts are coming, and trust me when i say they will eat everything.”
you giggled, the sound soft and warm against the bustling noise. “mandy, we already have two bags full. and the ginger cookies your mom made.”
“cookies are for snacks,” mandy said, very seriously. “this is for the festival. it’s different.”
finally, your number was called. you left with your arms full of warm paper bags. the cold outside felt sharp after the bakery’s heat.
“okay, we have the food,” mandy said, adjusting her grip. “now we just need to–”
you weren’t looking, and you walked right into someone coming out of the bakery. you stumbled back, and mandy quickly grabbed your arm to steady you.
“whoa! you okay?” mandy asked.
“i’m so sorry!” you said quickly, trying to balance the bags. “i wasn’t watching where–”
a sharp voice cut you off. “obviously. can’t you look where you’re going?”
your gaze snapped up. standing before you, wrapped in a nice cream coat, was cynthia. when she saw it was you, her face immediately twisted in something like disgust.
“oh,” she said. “it’s you.”
you smiled, happy to see a familiar face. “cynthia! hi! i’m really sorry i was completely distracted.” you let out a soft laugh, gesturing with your chin to the bags. “the smell in there is just… overwhelming.”
cynthia didn’t laugh. she looked you up and down, from your messy braid to your winter boots. “of course you’d get distracted by food,” she said, her voice sweet in a way that didn’t feel nice.
you just nodded. “it does smell amazing in there. anyway, sorry again. your boots are really pretty. are they new?”
mandy made an annoyed sound next to you.
“yeah and you almost stepped on them,” cynthia said coldly. “they’re expensive. you should pay more attention.”
“maybe you should watch where you’re going, too,” mandy snapped.
you gently squeezed mandy’s arm. “it was my fault, mandy.” you looked back at cynthia. “i’m really sorry. they’re lovely boots! i think i have a pair that’s kind of similar.”
cynthia looked at you like you’d said something disgusting. “i doubt that,” she sneered. then she pushed past you and went into the bakery.
you blinked, watching the door swing shut. a faint, confused frown touched your brow.
“what a bitch,” mandy said, her face red. “why did you apologize to her? she was so rude to you!”
you turned to your friend, the frown melting into a look of gentle concern. you placed a calming hand on her arm. “oh, don’t be mad. maybe she’s just stressed? the festival is tomorrow and heard she’s helping with the decorations. that’s a big job!”
mandy just stared at you. “you are too nice. seriously. someone could punch you, and you’d ask if their hand was okay.”
you laughed. “stop, don’t be silly.” you shifted the bags and linked your arm with hers. “come on, we have more important things to do, our dresses! i finished the embroidery. and i found a ribbon for your hair. we should try everything on tonight, tomorrow is going to be so fun.”
as you talked about the festival, you forgot about cynthia’s mean look. you were already thinking about the lights and the music and seeing everyone happy. you always believed people were good, even when they weren’t. and you never held onto bad feelings.
. . .
the hall was in utter chaos. people were moving tables, hanging banners, everyone talking over each other. jungkook carried two heavy boxes of decorations in one hand like they weighed nothing. with his other hand, he scrolled through his phone.
a message from jimin popped up with a blurry photo from a club, the bass probably so loud that jungkook could almost feel it through the screen. missing this yet? the text read.
jungkook scoffed and typed back a quick fuck off before opening another message. it was from a woman whose name he barely remembered, was it lana? kylie? a picture loaded. it was a mirror selfie, taken in what looked like a fancy bathroom. she was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. one of her breasts were spilling out, her nipple pinched between her thumb and forefinger, it was already hard and perky.
thinking of you… and your big hands on me, the caption said.
he looked at the photo. his eyes moved over the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the arc of her back. it was a nice body, one he’d fucked months ago.
it was supposed to be an invitation, but he supposedly felt nothing.
and just like that he closed the app, shoved the phone in his pocket, and dropped the boxes on the designated table with a loud thud.
“thank you, son!” old mr. henderson said, clapping him on the shoulder. “don’t know what we’d do without those strong arms!”
jungkook just gave a short nod. “need anything else?”
“well,” mr. henderson said, pointing across the room. “the girls are struggling with the lights over the stage. can’t reach. could you lend them a hand?”
jungkook looked over. a small group of familiar women were standing on chairs, trying to untangle a string of lights. as he casually walked toward them, their conversation drifted over.
“...saw it myself,” jessica was saying, voice hushed but excited. “he gave her a ride home last night on his bike. pulled right up to her gate.”
sophia let out a mocking little laugh. “so what? he gave cynthia a ride too the other day. it doesn’t mean anything. he probably just feels sorry for her because their moms are friends.”
another girl chimed in. “right! it’s nothing but a pity ride. he’d never actually look twice at someone like her.”
jessica lowered her voice further. “you know, sometimes i think she’s not even real, all that sweetness, no one is that nice. she’s probably just pretending, thinking it’ll make her seem interesting.”
“totally,” sophia agreed. “it’s so fake. like, just stop trying so hard.”
they were so engrossed in their gossip they didn’t hear him stop right behind them.
“need help with those?” jungkook’s voice was flat.
all four girls jumped, letting out little shrieks. sophia almost fell off her chair. they whirled around, their faces flushing deep red, eyes wide with horror.
“j-jungkook!” jessica stammered, her hand flying to her chest. “we didn’t– you startled us!”
he just looked at them, his face blank. he didn’t look angry or anything, he just seemed… unimpressed. like he’d found something mildly distasteful on his bike’s seat.
“the lights,” he repeated, not acknowledging their panic. “you need them hung?”
“y-yes! please!” sophia said, her voice too high. she quickly scrambled off the chair, nearly tripping.
he didn’t say another word to them. he just took the string of lights from jessica’s trembling hands, easily reached up, and hooked them over the beam in two swift motions. the task that had stumped them for twenty minutes took him less than twenty seconds.
he glanced down at the group of them, who were now huddled together, silent and mortified.
“there,” he simply said. then he turned and walked away, leaving them standing there, the cruel words they’d just spoken hanging in the air around them, feeling uglier and cheaper by the second.
their whispers were still ringing in his ears. fake. pity ride. no one is that nice.
he felt a hot, unfamiliar anger tightening in his chest. it was about you. those girls. he’d seen you with them just earlier, not even an hour ago, laughing like you were all friends. were you seriously that blind? that naive? did you walk through life actually believing everyone had a heart like yours? it made him furious. the world was a selfish, shitty place. he knew that better than anyone. he’d built his whole life around that fact.
but you. you were the only person he’d ever met who was just… genuinely good. it was frustrating. it was infuriating. because you saw the best in everyone. you gave everyone that soft smile, that benefit of the doubt.
everyone except him.
you always looked right at him and saw the worst. you saw the act, the grumpiness, the trouble. and maybe that’s what pissed him off the most. you were kind to the whole damn village, even to snakes like those girls who talked shit about you behind your back, but with him, you were always ready with an eye-roll, a huff, a scowl.
he hated that you were so stupidly trusting of people who didn’t deserve it. and he hated, even more, that you were the only one who ever looked at him and didn’t buy his bullshit for a second.
the music started then, a familiar, cheesy folk song that they played every single year. he hated this song. he hated all these songs actually. he remembered standing at these festivals as a teenager, pretending he didn’t mind the music, leaning against a wall trying to look cool. he’d pretended to like it back then because he’d seen your face light up when the music started. he’d hoped, stupidly, that you might eventually want to dance, but you never did.
he scanned the crowded hall, his eyes looking for you out of reflex. he’d last seen you by the buffet tables, carefully arranging cookies on a platter.
then he spotted you. you weren’t by the food anymore. instead, you were standing near the fireplace, talking to a guy.
jungkook’s gaze sharpened. he knew that guy, he’d seen him sitting at the bar in the village pub a few nights ago, nursing a beer. the guy had been staring at him with a hard, unwelcome glare the whole night. jungkook had noticed but hadn’t cared enough to wonder why. just another local who didn’t like his look.
now, seeing him leaning close to you, it clicked. the guy’s name was jayden, he was pretty sure. and the dirty looks he sent him made perfect sense now. jayden was definitely into you. of course he was, who wouldn’t be? the guy had probably seen him near you, or heard some village gossip, and saw him as competition. he was probably scared he didn’t stand a chance.
watching them now, jungkook felt that thought like a punch. jayden was saying something, his whole body turned toward you like you were the only person in the room. and you… you laughed. you tipped your head back, and your whole face lit up with that smile jungkook hated how much he noticed. that soft, happy laugh of yours floated across the noise of the hall.
a hot, sharp twist pulled tight in jungkook’s chest. he loved that sound, it was the best thing he’d heard in this whole damn town. and it was being pulled out of you by some guy who carved wood for a living and glared at people in bars.
he started moving toward you without thinking, ready to cut in and put an end to whatever was happening.
“jungkook!”
the voice was bright, sharp. it cut through his focus. he stopped in his tracks and turned.
cynthia was practically gliding toward him, a perfect smile on her lips. she was wearing a tight red dress that had no business being at a village winter festival. she stopped so close he could smell her perfume.
“there you are,” she said, her voice sugary. “i’ve been looking for you.” she didn’t wait for a response. “they’re about to start the couples’ snowshoe race. we should partner up. with you strength and my... guidance,” she said, letting the word hang with a little laugh, “we’d win for sure. it’ll be so much fun!”
she reached out and put a hand on his arm, her fingers pressing in. her touch was confident, expecting a ‘yes’.
jungkook looked from her hand on his jacket back to her expectant face. then his eyes flickered over her shoulder, back to you. you were still talking to that jayden guy, your head tilted as you listened to him. you looked… happy. comfortable. a sharp and unpleasant pang hit him right in the ribs. he didn’t understand it. he just knew he didn’t like seeing it.
he looked back down at cynthia. her offer was simple. a game. a little distraction. no thinking required. maybe that’s what he needed. maybe if he was out there racing, he wouldn’t be in here watching you smile at someone else. he wouldn’t have to think about why it bothered him so much.
“whatever,” he muttered, giving a short, indifferent shrug. “fine.”
cynthia’s face lit up like she’d just won a prize. “perfect!” she said, linking her arm through his before he could pull away. “let’s go get ready. we’re so going to win this!”
as she led him toward the door, chattering about the rules of the race, jungkook let himself be pulled along. he focused on the simple task ahead; winning a stupid race. it was easier than thinking about the confusing, tight feeling in his chest, or the way your laugh had sounded from across the room when it wasn’t meant for him.
. . .
you were laughing with jayden. he’d been telling you about the wooden snowman he carved for his little cousin.
“so i was trying to make it jolly, you know? with a smile,” jayden said, shaking his head. “but the knife slipped. now it’s got this permanent grimace. my aunt said it looks more like gargamel than frosty.”
you covered your mouth, trying to stifle your giggle. “oh no! the poor thing.”
“the poor thing? you mean the poor kid! he took one look at it and hid behind the sofa.”
you laughed again, the sound warm. “i’m sure he’ll love it when he’s older. it’ll be a funny story.”
jayden smiled, his eyes on your face. “you always see the good side, don’t you?” he reached out then, his fingers gently touching the end of the braid mandy had woven into your hair. “this is cute, it suits you.”
you felt your cheeks get a little warm. the touch was… sudden. not in a weird way, it was nice, just... sudden. “oh, thanks! mandy did it. we wanted to match.”
his hand dropped, but he didn’t step back. if anything, he seemed to stand a little closer. his smile turned more serious. “hey, listen, after the festival ends tonight, i was wondering if you wanted to–”
a huge roar of cheering and applause cut him off. it came from outside the main hall doors.
both of you turned to look. jayden looked a little annoyed at the interruption, while you were just curious.
through the open doors, you could see the crowd gathered outside for the couples’ snowshoe race. and the first thing your eyes spotted was jungkook.
he was crossing the finish line, his long legs eating up the snow. he looked so focused, almost grim. and right behind him, attached to the same rope, was cynthia. she crossed the line a second after him and immediately let out a shriek of victory. she jumped toward him, throwing her arms out.
jungkook turned, and his hands came up to catch her by the waist, steadying her so she didn’t fall over in the snow. she was laughing, saying something up at him, her face flushed with victory and cold.
something inside your stomach dropped. it felt heavy and cold.
they were partners. for the couples’ race. of course they were. cynthia was pretty and fashionable and from the city, just like he was now. it made perfect sense, they probably had a lot in common.
you watched as cynthia kept one hand on his arm, smiling up at him. jungkook gave a short nod, not really smiling back, but he wasn’t pushing her away either. they looked… so comfortable together. were they dating? maybe that’s why he gave her a ride that day as you heard from jessica. the thought shouldn’t have bothered you, he could date whoever he wanted. he was annoying and rude and he flirted with everyone. it was none of your business.
but the heavy, unsettled feeling in your chest didn’t go away. it was only then that you realized you’d stopped smiling.
“looks like jeon won,” jayden said beside you, his tone flat.
“oh, yeah,” you said softly, forcing your eyes away from the scene outside. “i guess he did.” you tried to find your smile again for jayden, but it felt a little shaky. “sorry, what were you saying before?”
jayden leaned in a bit, his voice dropping so only you could hear. “i was saying… after the festival ends tonight, maybe you and i could go somewhere. just the two of us. maybe to the pub, or… my place.” he paused, letting the offer hang in the air. his eyes held a certain look you didn’t quite grasp. he meant his place. he meant drinks, then maybe moving to the couch, seeing where the night went. he’d liked you for a while, and he thought this was his clear shot.
your mind, however, was still stuck outside. you were seeing jungkook’s hands on cynthia’s waist, the easy way he’d caught her. you felt flustered and confused by your own reaction to it. so when jayden spoke, you heard the words but not the intention behind them. going somewhere after the festival with a friend? that sounded normal. nice, even.
you gave a small absent minded nod. “sure, that sounds nice,” you said, your voice polite and a little distant.
jayden’s whole face brightened. he leaned back, a confident, pleased smile spreading across his features.
just then, your mother hurried over, her brow pinched with worry. “sweetheart, have you seen rocky? they’re saying on the radio a big storm is rolling in fast. we need to get him inside.”
you blinked, your focus snapping back. “oh, no. he was with the kids outside.”
your mother just noticed jayden. “oh hello, jayden. how are your parents, son?”
“they’re doing well, thank you, auntie,” he said, ever the polite son.
you were already turning toward the door. “i’ll go find him right now, mama.”
you slipped out the main doors into the cold. the party was shifting inside as the first real flakes began to fall, thick and fast. you tried not to look toward the area where the race had been, where you could still hear cynthia’s bright laughter. you scanned the thinning crowd for a flash of scruffy brown fur.
then your eyes caught little kiki, the baker’s youngest. she was standing by the empty cookie table, her shoulders hunched and shaking with sobs.
your heart immediately softened. you rushed over and knelt in front of her, ignoring the cold seeping through your skirt. “kiki? angel, what’s wrong?”
she looked up, her face wet with tears. “i was p-playing with rocky,” she hiccupped. “i… i tried to give him my mitten, and i moved too fast. i scared him and he ran away!”
your eyes widened with concern, not blame. “oh, sweetie. it’s okay. where did he go?”
she pointed a trembling finger toward the dark line of trees. “that way. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to!”
you pulled her into a quick, warm hug. “it’s not your fault baby, these things happen. i’ll go find him, okay? you go inside where it’s warm. we can all play together when i bring him back, yeah?”
kiki sniffled and gave you a wobbly smile, nodding. you wiped a tear from her cheek with your thumb. “go on, baby. inside.”
you watched her scamper toward the hall doors before you turned to face the treeline. the wind had picked up, howling now, and the snow was coming down in earnest, blurring the shapes of the houses. a deep worry settled in your stomach. rocky was so little, the wind would sound like monsters to him. he’d be so terrified and alone in this.
without another thought, you pulled your coat collar up over your mouth, bowed your head against the blast, and started to run toward the trees. the swirling snow had swallowed you up, and your footprint disappearing almost as soon as you made them.
. . .
jungkook held a beer he wasn’t drinking. the noise of the party felt oddly too loud for him. cynthia was still glued to his side, talking about a rooftop bar she went.
“...and the cocktails were, like, twenty dollars each, but the view was totally worth it. you probably know the place, right? it’s exactly your scene.”
he grunted, his eyes moving over the crowd, looking for you. he’d completely lost sight of you after the race. he scanned the groups by the food, the people dancing, the ones sitting by the fire. no sign of your yellow dress or that soft smile.
cynthia kept talking, but he wasn’t listening at some point. a cold feeling, different from the storm outside, started to creep into his gut, and he didn’t know why.
just then, someone called his name. he looked over and saw mandy, your best friend, pushing through the crowd toward him. he was weirdly relieved to see her.
“jungkook,” she said, ignoring cynthia completely. “have you seen y/n? i can’t find her anywhere.”
his frown deepened, a small knot of tension formed between his shoulders. he’d been unconsciously looking for you for the last ten minutes. “no,” he said, his voice flat. “i haven’t.”
the knot tightened. it wasn’t like you to just vanish. you were the type to be helping in the kitchen, or talking to the elders, or dancing with the kids. disappearing wasn’t in your nature.
cynthia let out a short, mean laugh. “she’s probably in the kitchen stuffing her face. she’s always hanging around the food.”
jungkook barely heard her. his mind was clicking through possibilities, each one making the knot pull tighter. maybe you had gone home early? but you wouldn’t leave without telling your mom or mandy. maybe you were outside getting some air? but the storm had gone from bad to dangerous in minutes. no one with any sense was out there now. worry began to cut through his usual irritation. something wasn’t right.
mandy turned her head slowly toward cynthia, her eyes hard. “maybe you should go join her. you look like you could use a few good meals.”
cynthia gasped, choking on her own drink. jungkook couldn’t help it; a sharp, approving smirk tugged at his lips. he liked your friend.
mandy turned back to him, dismissing cynthia. “if you see her, tell her i’m looking for her, okay?”
jungkook gave her a short nod. “yeah.”
as mandy walked away, the cold feeling in his stomach turned to ice. yeah, something was definitely wrong. he cut cynthia off mid-sentence. “i’m getting another drink.” he didn’t even wait for her reply, just walked away, leaving her standing there.
he started moving through the hall, his eyes darting everywhere. he finally spotted jayden by the old stone fireplace, talking with a couple of other guys. jungkook hated the sight of him, but he was the last person he’d seen you with.
as he got closer, their voices cut through the noise.
“...she said yes, man! finally!” jayden was saying, taking a swig of his beer. a smug grin spread across his face. “after the festival, she’s all mine.”
one of his friends, a guy jungkook recognized from the hardware store, nudged him. “no way, seriously? you finally scored a date with the fine teacher?”
“more than a date,” jayden said, lowering his voice but not enough. he leaned in, his tone full of arrogant confidence. “she agreed to come back to my place. just the two of us, man. tonight’s the night.”
the other guy let out a low whistle and clapped jayden hard on the shoulder. “hell yeah! fucking the prettiest girl in town? i knew you’d wear her down man. have fun, you lucky bastard.”
the words hit jungkook like fucking hard blow, making him stop dead. how dare they talk this low about you. a wave of pure fury washed over him so fast it blinded him for a second. his vision tunneled on jayden’s grinning face. his hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white, hot rage exploded behind his eyes. he took a step forward, his body coiled to launch himself at jayden and break that smug smile right off his chopped face.
but before he could move, a small weight crashed into his legs. he looked down; a little girl had stumbled into him and now sat on the floor, crying.
oh shit. he hated kids. did he just make one cry? he had absolutely no fucking idea what to do. he just crouched down awkwardly, cursing as his big hands hovering near her little shoulders. “hey, uh kid. stop crying. uh, what’s wrong?”
the little girl, kiki, hiccupped through her tears. “i’m sorry… i– i scared her dog and he ran away. she went to find him but she’s not back yet!”
jungkook went completely still. “she? who you talking about, kid?”
“the nice teacher lady with the yellow dress. she went into the woods to get rocky a long time ago!”
everything else in the room snapped into silence. a cold, sheer terror, sharper than any he’d ever known, shot down his spine and locked his lungs.
you were outside. in the fucking woods. alone.
his little bear; who got flustered when the wind blew too hard, who smiled at everyone, who was too damn sweet and trusting for her own good, was outside in the terrifying storm right at this moment.
the image of you, small and scared in that swallowing whiteness, flashed behind his eyes. it was all he could see. the thought of you cold, lost, hurt, was like a fist squeezing his heart so tight he couldn’t breathe.
he jerked upright, so fast that he didn’t notice he made the little girl flinch. he was already moving, shoving past bodies, his only target was the heavy doors leading outside.
he hit the doors at a run, bursting into the violent roar of the storm. the cold wind slapped him, the snow blinded him, but he didn’t hesitate. he plunged forward, your name a desperate, silent chant in his mind, the only thing that mattered in the entire fucking world.
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⤷ after a very heated night with your fuck buddy, you unexpectedly find yourself pregnant. it’s not how you imagined yourself becoming a mother, but despite everything, you and jungkook choose to keep the baby. as you navigate the pregnancy and parenthood side by side, you slowly fall in love with each other again and again.
— pairing: jungkook x fem. reader
— genre: friends to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, parents au, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 16,469
— warnings: strong language, swearing, pregnancy, mention of nausea, mention of the morning-after pill, crying, mention of birth, mention of unprotected sex, mention of abortion, mention of adoption, mention of fertility struggles, mention of miscarriages, nervousness, mention of child abandonment, mention of death, mention of drugs addiction, a bit of body insecurity, fingering, dirty talking, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, handjob, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, and multiple orgasms
— author’s note: this was supposed to be released on christmas eve, but unfortunately, i hadn’t managed to finish it by that time 😟 however, i still manage it to do it by new year eve, which you will see makes a lot of sense 😊 so this is the very last fic of 2025 and it’s weird to think that 2026 is starting tomorrow, but i genuinely can’t wait for this new year 😊 hope you’ll all enjoy this fic & I’m already wishing you all a very happy new year 🥳
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June 2025
Appearing with a six-month-old in your arms at your best friend’s daughter’s first birthday party wasn’t in your plans. How did you end up in this position? Well, the guy you’ve been hooking up with, Jungkook, got you pregnant on a very heated night, and you’re now parents to a beautiful little girl, Nova.
Your eyes land on Jungkook, who’s holding your daughter in his arms while discussing with your best friend’s husband, Jin. An inevitable smile grows on your face when you see him with Nova, a vision you’ve grown fond of over the past six months.
The chatter of the party hums around you, and your eyes leave Jungkook to look around. The kids are playing with wooden toys in the living room, and the adults are balancing paper plates and half-finished conversations.
You try to blend in, pretending this is all normal, and that you aren’t walking in with the biggest plot twist of your life clinging to your shirt like a sleepy koala.
Your best friend, Darim, spots you from across the room before joining you. She wraps an arm around your shoulder without hesitation, as if the two of you haven’t spent the last year navigating motherhood side by side, swapping tips, tears, and texts in the middle of the night when your babies couldn’t let you sleep.
“Seems like you’re handling this co-parenthood thing like champions,” she says, her fingers brushing your shoulder.
“Yeah, looks like it,” you answer, your gaze moving from your best friend to your baby daddy.
“Told you that everything would go well,” she adds before pressing a kiss on your cheek.
Darim knows everything. She was the first person you told about the pregnancy, the one who listened to you crying with zero judgment, which you were really grateful for. Having a baby with Jungkook, the guy who was never supposed to be anything serious, was absolutely scary.
And speaking of the devil, Jungkook joins you with Nova in his arms, and you can’t help but notice her favorite stuffed bunny sticking out of his back pocket. That bunny is your absolute savior whenever she cries like she’s being killed. He gives you that crooked smile, the one that complicates everything.
And as you watch him with Nova in his arms, you can’t help thinking about how you got here—how one unexpected night turned into pregnancy, into co-parenthood, and into whatever this is now.
So let’s get back in time, to over a year ago, to get back to the beginning.
A year ago – May 2024
Lately, you haven’t been feeling extra well. A lot of nausea, food aversion, and a lot of sleeping, and on top of that, everything smells bad.
Up until now, you haven’t been too concerned about it, thinking it was probably the flu or something like that. But yesterday, you noticed how sore your breasts were and how bigger they got, which instantly got you worried. Inevitably, you checked your period tracking app.
The last time you got your period was two months ago.
Following the app, you should have ovulated six weeks ago, which oddly coincides with that one wild night with Jungkook, the man you’ve been hooking up with for almost a year. That infamous night, you both got carried away and didn’t use protection.
The next day, you ran to the closest pharmacy to take the morning-after pill. There was no way you’d carry the child of the guy you barely knew anything about.
But today, you’re left with the doubt of an eventual pregnancy, even though you’re convinced it’s not possible. The emergency contraception should have worked, and if it didn’t, you’re definitely going to sue the entire world.
So now you’re currently putting the groceries in the fridge while waiting for the result of the pregnancy test you took minutes ago. You’re absolutely not worried, convinced that you aren’t pregnant, but it’s best to be a hundred percent certain.
Once the groceries are put away, you head back to the bathroom, grabbing the test. For a couple of seconds, you stare blinkingly at the test, the world around you disappearing completely.
The pink line sharpens in your vision, and your brain refuses to understand at first, because it can’t. It can’t be true. It simply feels unreal. This is not possible. You can’t be pregnant.
Suddenly, your entire body starts shaking, before a strangled cry escapes you. The tears form in your eyes as reality violently hits you, and the weight inside your chest crushes you completely. Your vision gets blurry, making it impossible for you to see anything properly.
Everything is collapsing around you, and you feel completely powerless. However, your mind races through every impossible question at once: How? Why? What now?
For a moment, lost in your despair, you totally forget about Jungkook, the father, but as questions start to race through your mind, you can’t help but realize that you’ll have to tell him. This human growing inside is as much his as yours.
You press a hand to your mouth as you really realize the extent of what this means. This seems like a fucking nightmare—one you desperately want to wake up from, but it seems like it’s impossible. The tears ravage your face while you cry with your entire soul.
You sit down on the floor, back pressed against the wall, while you just let yourself cry. After what feels like eternity, you stop crying and clean your face as you stand up. You gather any remaining strength left in your soul to cook and fall asleep after eating on your couch with a heavy heart.
The next day
Even though you desired to stay at home and not interact with the world for at least a month, you had to work. You did the absolute minimum, barely talked to your coworkers, and disappeared in your own little bubble. Your mind was constantly drifting to the little life growing inside you, and each time you’d do it, your hands would instinctively rest on your belly.
When you arrived back home, you truly believed you’d just remain alone in your own bubble, but you were damn wrong. Darim had been calling you nonstop since the morning, but you weren’t in the mood to speak with anybody. You felt a bit guilty since she was very close to her due date, but you just needed some time alone to process the news.
Nevertheless, someone rings at your door like a damn maniac. No need to be a genius to know who it is. Darim. When you see her face in the intercom, you simply open the door, letting her storm inside your apartment.
“Do you want to kill me before I give birth?” she says before even greeting you. “I’m due in a month, show me some pity and pick up that damn phone.”
“Hello to you, too, Rimy,” you tell her while closing the door.
“There’s no ‘hello’ for you, yn,” she angrily says. “You don’t deserve it.”
You roll your eyes, annoyed, but honestly, deep down, you’re happy she’s here.
“Sorry,” you mumble, “I just needed some time alone.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Since when?”
Darim is your childhood best friend; she’s been by your side since you were like five. You’ve done everything with her, and you’re inseparable. Her husband, Jin, sometimes still struggles to share his wife with you—or maybe you’re the one sharing her with him, still to be thoroughly considered.
“Since I’m not feeling well,” you reply before falling dramatically on your couch.
Your best friend suddenly seems concerned, her hands caressing her huge belly as she slowly sits down. Now, you feel extra remorseful for worrying her when she’s at the end of her very much wanted pregnancy.
“What happened?” she says, her eyes not once looking away from you.
You don’t want to say out loud that you’re pregnant because it will definitely and permanently make it real. But you’re left with no other choice. You have to say it. She has to know, and eventually, you’ll have to break it to Jungkook.
You take a deep breath, close your eyes before opening them again, and finally say, “I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, there’s a heavy silence between you while she blinks several times, her gaze shifting from your face to your non-existent bump. She definitely looks surprised, and you’re damn scared about her reaction.
“How?” is all she says when she breaks the silence.
“No need to explain to you how I got pregnant,” you ironically say while pointing to her very big baby bump.
She rolls her eyes, “Obviously, I know how one gets pregnant, but who…” She seems to realize suddenly who the father is. “Don’t tell me that it’s Jungkook.”
“Yeah,” you nod as you speak.
Jungkook isn’t a bad guy. Actually, you’d say that he’s a good one, but you don’t really know him. You just meet over sex, do your own thing, and then get back to your life. He’s for sure absolutely sweet before and after your steamy and hot session. He always makes sure that you’re good with whatever is going on, cracks a joke or two when you are nervous, and always takes good care of you before leaving.
However, there is a lot of unknown about him. Like, what does he do in his spare time, what is his favorite color, how many siblings does he have, what makes him happy, what doesn’t, and you can keep going on for hours. The few things you know about him are his name, age, profession, and home address. That’s it.
And now, you’re having a fucking child with him…
“What happened to the ‘we always use protection’?” she asks.
“We always do, but there was one time…”
She heavily sighs. “Yn, for fuck’s sake…”
“Let me finish, Rimy,” you cut her off, and she nods. “Once, too caught up in the moment, we forgot about protection, but I took the morning-after pill the next day.”
“It clearly didn’t work,” she mumbles.
“No, really?” you ironically ask. “I don’t understand how this happened.”
She takes a deep breath as she strokes her prominent belly, trying to comfort who knows who. Herself? The baby? You?
“Do you know what you want to do?” she asks.
Well, you haven’t properly thought about the after. You’ve been trying so far to digest this news.
“Not yet,” you confess. “But I surely need to discuss this with Jungkook.”
Right now, it feels like there are three options: keeping the baby, aborting, and giving the baby up for adoption. None of them seems right, but you definitely need to consider them all.
“For sure.”
Darim struggled her entire life to have a baby with Jin. This one is their miracle. She lost two before this one, went through rounds of IVF, and you know how hard it has been for her. You’ve held her when she was crying with despair because she couldn’t have what she always desired.
And you, you didn’t even try, and you’re now carrying a baby with a guy you barely know. If you could, you’d hand this baby to her right away. She’s the one worthy of becoming a mother. Not you.
“Even at thirty, you still manage to put yourself in fucked up situations,” she says while smiling.
You chuckle because she couldn’t be more right. You’ve spent your life doing nonsense and always ending up in situations where your parents could only scold you. You’ve given them a lot of work.
“Nothing new,” you smile at her.
You’ve always put your life at risk since you can remember. It’s like you’re not scared of anything while still being scared at the same time—not sure if this makes any sense. But you always wondered if it was related to the fact that you were adopted. It’s like nothing could be worse than being abandoned by your own parents.
“Look, I’m here for you, no matter what you decide to do, okay?” she says while patting your shoulder. “And you definitely need to start by telling Jungkook. Even if you barely know each other, he deserves to know that he might become a dad.”
You couldn’t agree more with her. It wouldn’t be fair to keep him in the dark, not knowing that a little human exists thanks to him. So the moment Darim left your place, you texted him. Nothing that would imply that you’re pregnant. It’s a simple ‘Can you come over?’
It’s not unusual for you to say that. Whenever you need to relax or need a good fuck, you’d just tell him to come over. So that text is far from being suspicious. Seconds later, he replies that he’s on his way.
You think about all the possible ways to reveal it, but nothing seems as great as the simple ‘I’m pregnant’. There’s no way to make it sound better.
It only takes him a couple of minutes before he shows up at your door. The moment you pull it open, a smile stretches across his soft features, and you honestly just melt instantly.
Jungkook has always been the hot, sinfully handsome type, the kind of man women glance at twice and then complain about because no one should look that good. And yet, somehow, unbelievably, he’s spent the last year choosing to only sleep with you.
He leans against the doorframe, casual in a way that makes your knees threaten to fail you. In the soft hallway light, every detail seems sharper: his sharp jaw, the curve of his mouth, and the slope of his chest beneath his shirt. His body looks like it was carved by God himself, and it even seems like He took his time sculpting all the strong lines and warm skin of Jungkook’s body.
And beyond that insane body, there’s a man who looks like a walking green flag, the kind of man mothers dream their daughters will bring home. But then, again, you might be wrong since you don’t really know this man.
“Hi,” you say, offering him a small smile while gesturing for him to step inside. “Come in.”
Jungkook nods before getting inside your place. “Hi,” he says as he turns around to face you after you closed the door. “All good?”
You don’t really reply, only looking at your hands that suddenly seem more interesting than the man in front of you.
“Yn,” he murmurs, moving nearer as his fingers gently lift your chin so you meet his gaze.
The tears inevitably start appearing as you look at him. You don’t feel brave enough to tell him about this fucking situation you’re in, but you can’t do otherwise. You can’t deprive him of knowing the existence of his child. That would be too cruel.
“What’s going on?” he asks with concern.
As the tears roll down your face, he cleans them with his thumbs, trying to suppress the painful image displayed in front of him.
“I’m…” you try to speak, but it seems impossible.
“Did someone hurt you?” he asks with evident concern.
You shake your head. “It’s not that…”
You close your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather yourself. He needs to know.
“Take your time,” his thumb strokes your cheek before he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.
How can someone be this sweet? He is only making this even harder. You don’t even dare to look at him, too scared that you’ll chicken out.
“You remember the night we forgot to use protection?” you finally break the silence.
“Yeah,” he says. “How could I? You looked like a fucking goddess.”
Jungkook had a job-related event—one where he had to bring a plus one. He didn’t know who to choose, so he invited you. Since it meant free drinks and food, you accepted it.
That night, he looked so damn well in a suit. You couldn’t even keep your eyes off him. He was like a walking snack you were waiting to eat.
Throughout the event, he kept complimenting you and really talking very dirty to you. It was hard to survive with him telling you in detail what he’d do once you’d be alone. You didn’t even know how you made it to the end of the event.
He drove you back home, and since you were both horny as fuck after his intense teasing, you simply had sex. The rest didn’t matter. You didn’t even realize he wasn’t using a condom until he came deep inside you. It was too late.
“That’s not true,” you chuckle.
“Well, if you don’t believe me, maybe you remember how fucking hard I was…”
“Jungkook,” you playfully hit his arm while laughing, and you open your eyes to look at him.
“I’m just stating a fact,” he says with the biggest smile on his face. “We even forgot about everything else when we arrived here.”
You nod, but you get lost in his gaze. Even though he’s teasing you, the worry in his eyes hasn’t disappeared. You’ve never really seen him like this before.
“It’s true,” you admit, “and I even had to rush to the pharmacy the next day for the Plan B.”
He nods, and now your heart hammers in your chest. You’re about to reveal to this man that both your lives are about to change completely, and you don’t know how he will react to that.
“But it didn’t work,” you finally admit.
Jungkook instantly frowns, as if this seems completely impossible, and just like Darim, he doesn’t say anything for a moment, which crushes your heart completely. This silence is absolutely unbearable.
“It didn’t work, in like, you’re pregnant?” he finally says.
You simply nod, not sure of what you can add to his question.
“But how?” he asks with confusion. “It should have worked.”
“I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess we’ll have to wait until I see my gynecologist to understand this.”
The famous Plan B only delays the ovulation, that’s what the pharmacist explains, and you knew that, you’re not stupid. But somehow, it didn’t work. There might be a reason behind that, and you’ll have to discuss it with your gynecologist. She’ll be the best to provide you with an answer.
“Okay,” he simply says. “And do you already know what you want to do?”
“No,” you shake your head. “I just found out yesterday, and I haven’t had the time yet to think about it properly.”
Jungkook pushes you in his embrace, catching you completely off guard. This is highly unexpected.
“Sorry, I wasn’t there when you found out.”
His words melt your heart instantly, and the tears flood again.
“But I’ll be now,” he continues. “I’ll stay by your side no matter what decision you take. If you keep the baby, I’ll come to every appointment, I’ll show up at birth, and I’ll never let you and the baby go.”
The tears stream faster, making it impossible to hold back the sobs you’ve been trying to swallow.
“And if you decide not to keep the baby, I’ll hold your hand,” he whispers against your ear. “You’re not alone, I’m right here.”
Now, you cry in his arms, gripping his shoulders like you’re holding for dear life. In all the scenarios you imagined, you didn’t consider this one. The one where Jungkook doesn’t even flinch when he says he’ll stay by your side. The one where he doesn’t even ask for some time to think. He just stays.
Ten days later
Today, you have your first appointment with your gynecologist, whom you called in panic after discovering your unexpected pregnancy. When you called, you informed the receptionist that you believed you were six weeks pregnant, but it needed to be confirmed.
You’re nervously tapping your feet, scared of this appointment. A big part of you expects to hear from the doctor that it was a false positive pregnancy test, but the reasonable part of you knows that this isn’t what you’ll be told.
Jungkook’s huge hand rests on your knee, trying to reassure and comfort you. “You’re stressing out every single person in this room,” he whispers to your ear.
Instantly, your eyes look around, noticing all the expectant mamas and the other people nervously looking at you. It wasn’t your intention to pass your stress onto the other persons, but you’re so wrapped up in your own worries that you didn’t notice anything.
“Sorry,” you mumble to all of them.
The one sitting next to you offers you a timid smile. She doesn’t seem pregnant, but somehow, you can tell that she understands you.
“Is it your first pregnancy?” she asks.
You nod before smiling back at her. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yes,” she replies, “but don’t worry, it’s normal. I was a total wreck when I had the first appointment for my first pregnancy.”
It is reassuring to hear that because the women around you didn’t quite experience this level of nervousness for their first pregnancy. Darim always wished to become a mother, so the news of her pregnancy delighted her. And your mom never got to carry a baby; all her kids are adopted.
But that doesn’t mean that they haven’t been trying to reassure you as much as they can. They’ve seen your distress, which breaks their hearts, and you’re absolutely grateful to have them in your life.
“Can I ask you how many kids you have?”
A bright smile appears on her face, “So far three, but with my husband, we’d like to try for a fourth one.”
It’s impressive, but you’ve grown up in a huge family. You’re the youngest of six children, all adopted, of course. Your house has always been so full, and as the youngest, you’ve always been the perfect victim for your five oldest siblings.
“Good luck!” you tell her. “I have five older siblings, and we gave a lot of work to my mom.”
“I can only imagine,” she giggles. “It’s already tough with three, but it’s in a good way. I wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.”
Those have been the exact same words your mom has been saying every day for the past thirty-four years when she adopted your two oldest brothers, Taehyung and Jimin.
Your family is composed of Taehyung, Jimin, Christopher, Lena, and Minho. Christopher and Lena were adopted at birth, just like you—the three of you abandoned even before being born, but your stories are different.
Christopher’s mom was a simple teenager who couldn’t afford to raise him. Lena’s parents were poor and couldn’t keep her. And you, your father’s family were assholes and never accepted your existence, leaving your parents with no other choice but to give you up for adoption.
For your remaining brothers, the stories are a bit darker and sadder. Jimin and Taehyung, who are twins, were adopted when they were one after their mom passed away, and they had no other family. And finally, Minho was taken away from his drug-addicted parents when he was four months old.
Minho is a year older than you, and in less than a year, your parents adopted both him and you. There were like eight months in between your adoptions, and your parents never hid how difficult it was.
Unfortunately, Minho’s mom was taking drugs while pregnant, which made him a drug addict at birth, and throughout the four months she had him, she was giving him drugs mixed with milk to calm him.
Between a newborn, an addicted baby, and four young children from three to six years, it wasn’t easy. But they never regretted it. They loved you all equally, no matter how heavy your pasts were.
“You’ll see your worries will fade away the moment you hold that tiny human in your arms.”
The words settle deeper than the woman probably intends. You’ve heard them before. Your mother said something similar once, years ago, recalling the first time she held you and your siblings—how every fear she’d carried about raising six children vanished in that single moment. Not because the future suddenly looked easy, but because she knew she’d find a way.
She couldn’t change how your stories began, but she chose to shape everything that followed. As she always said, “Life may have failed you at the start, but I would never let it fail you again.”
“I hope so,” you tell her.
You don’t get to pursue the conversation as the gynecologist calls your name. Both you and Jungkook stand up, and he grabs your hand, trying to keep reassuring you. His gesture definitely warms your heart and eases its fast pumping. No matter what, you feel thankful that he’s the one who got you pregnant, and not some random asshole.
Once safe inside her office, you take a seat on the chairs before her desk. The second Jungkook’s hand leaves yours, you swear your heart is about to explode. His warmth leaves an emptiness behind, which you absolutely need right now.
“Hello,” Dr Kang offers you the most affectionate smile you’ve ever seen so far.
Both you and Jungkook reply to her with a small smile.
“My secretary noted that you had a positive pregnancy test a week ago, and from what you described, you’d be seven weeks along now.”
You nod, your feet tapping once again nervously, but Jungkook instantly rests his hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your covered skin.
“Okay, so usually we don’t do an ultrasound in a first appointment, but since you’re already seven weeks, we will do one to check if everything seems right,” she explains.
“I have a question,” you say with a shaky voice. “Right after the…”
You’re not sure if you can continue, as it doesn’t make you properly comfortable to say out loud to a stranger that you had sex with the man sitting next to you. Naturally, your eyes land on Jungkook, who smiles at you and encourages you to continue.
“Right after the unprotected intercourse, I took the morning-after pill to prevent a pregnancy, and I don’t understand how it didn’t work.”
“Well, there are a couple of reasons,” she begins. “You might be taking a treatment that could interfere, but following what I see in your records, you’re not following any particular treatment right now.”
You confirm with a nod. The pharmacist raised that question when you showed up at the pharmacy asking for the plan B.
“By any chance, did you throw up a couple of hours after?” You shake your head.
Again, the man told you that if you threw up in the next few hours, you should come back because you would need to take another pill.
“So that leaves us with the last option: you had already ovulated. This emergency contraception only delays ovulation, but if it has already happened, it can’t do anything.”
You close your eyes, your chest tightening as guilt coils in your stomach. This is all your fault. You should have paid closer attention, checked your app, and been more careful before letting yourself go wild with Jungkook. Now, you’re left with a baby growing inside you.
“Okay,” you manage to say, nodding even though your throat burns.
“There’s still a possibility that it was a false positive test,” Dr Kang offers kindly.
Even though you truly and deeply want to believe that, you know it’s not the case here. You’re a hundred percent pregnant. You know your body. You know the nausea, the exhaustion, the strange heaviness that’s settled into you.
“But the next step would be an ultrasound,” the doctor adds. “If you could take off your pants and underwear, please.”
Your eyes glance instinctively at Jungkook. He looks like a statue. He’s sitting very straight on that uncomfortable white chair, his hands now resting on his thigh, while he definitely seems worried. He leans closer and murmurs, “If you want, I can step outside.”
“It’s okay,” you tell him. “You’ve already seen me naked.”
Honestly, his presence grounds you. You don’t feel exposed with him here, only feeling comfortable. He nods and stays, but definitely looks away when you undress. Although he has already seen you naked, this is different. This is more intimate. You’re not taking your clothes off to have sex, but to finally meet your child.
As you settle down on the examination table, Jungkook’s eyes don’t leave you. The doctor guides you to sit down in a position that will help her perform the pelvic ultrasound.
Being here with Jungkook seems strange because you’ve always come to this office by yourself, and for the first time, there’s somebody else. You wouldn’t have ever bet that it’d be him.
The doctor takes the long transvaginal ultrasound probe, covers it with what seems like a giant condom, and puts gel on it. Jungkook’s eyes widen as he sees the probe, and you can’t help but smile.
“Can I?” Dr Kang asks, and you simply nod.
Before she proceeds to insert it inside you, she gently whispers, “Relax.”
The cold touch of the device sends shivers up your spine—you’d forgotten just how cold it feels. Your gaze instantly shifts to the monitor, and you see the image moving on it. The doctor is looking for any sign of life, as you are too.
Your heart seems to race even faster. You’re terrified of what you might see, or not see. So many questions start to rise in your mind. Is there really a baby? Or are there more than one? Is this a normal or ectopic pregnancy? If you’re pregnant, is the baby alright?
There’s a hollow ache inside you, an overwhelming need for certainty, and you know that seeing it will quiet the chaos inside your mind. You don’t know what you’re hoping for, but there’s one thing you’re sure of: only the confirmation of this pregnancy might appease your soul.
Suddenly, you can see the image on the monitor—a blurry figure appears, and seconds after, a heartbeat breaks the silence of the room. The noise cuts straight through you, sharp and absolute, and suddenly, the entire world freezes—the only thing alive being the blurry figure on the monitor.
It is real. You are pregnant.
You don’t even know what to feel. It’s as if your feelings have gone silent, and you’re left numb, waiting for your heart to catch up to what your eyes are seeing. Every part of you is suspended in this moment; you’re just stuck in a strange place where nothing feels quite real yet.
What pulls you back is the warmth of Jungkook’s hand on yours. It’s like he understood you needed something to ground you, to bring you back. You hadn’t noticed him move, hadn’t realized how far you’d drifted.
When your eyes drift from the monitor to him, his expression mirrors yours. He seems as lost as you are, and what truly catches you off guard is the fact that you’ve never seen anything other than lust and bliss in his eyes. The man in front of you doesn’t seem like the man you’ve gotten to know over the past year.
And it intrigues you. It also makes you realize how little you know about him.
Somehow, the two of you slip into your own little bubble, sealed off from the rest of the world. Everything around you has disappeared. There’s just you and him.
The doctor speaks in the background, but none of you pays attention to her words. Neither you nor Jungkook speaks; you’re simply trying to absorb the news. You’re busy trying to comprehend what can’t be undone.
This is real. This is happening.
The truth settles between you like something fragile and unbearably heavy—a reality that neither of you knows how to hold yet.
Your eyes move back to the monitor and the doctor, but your hand wraps around Jungkook’s. Even though you’d like to remain forever in this little bubble with him, you really should be listening to the doctor.
“The baby seems just fine,” her words echo in the room. “And the pregnancy is going well so far. There is really nothing to worry about.”
Although you’re lost right now, it is a relief that everything is going well. You’re not sure you would have been able to handle a bad news on top of this.
Once she has checked everything, she tells you that you can put your clothes back on. Your body works on autopilot while your mind still processes what you’ve seen.
“I believe that you took the emergency contraception to avoid a pregnancy, right?” she asks when you all sit back on the chairs next to her desk.
“Correct,” you reply.
The doctor looks for something in a drawer before she places a flyer in front of you.
“This is a brochure from a clinic that performs abortion,” she begins to explain. “I don’t perform this procedure, but I can recommend a fantastic doctor if you wish.”
Her words hit you violently. Honestly, since stepping inside this office, you haven’t thought at all about abortion.
“Ab…Abortion?” you stutter.
It must be clear in your eyes how surprised and hurt you feel because her gaze softens instantly.
“Yes,” she gently speaks. “As you seemed not to desire this pregnancy, I just want to guide you to the best clinic.”
Jungkook’s hand envelops yours all over again, offering you reassurance and comfort.
“We don’t know yet,” he speaks for the first time since getting inside. “We haven’t decided yet what to do.”
You’re grateful that he stepped in because you’re just speechless. You weren’t really thinking about discussing the possibility of aborting. Both options need thorough thinking as they’ll have a permanent handprint on you. Either you have a baby and raise them, or you abort and carry the weight of ending a pregnancy for the rest of your life.
“I understand,” she offers you both a little smile.
Does she really? Well, you don’t know anything about her, so maybe she faced the same challenge, and you hope that, truthfully, she hasn’t. It isn’t easy.
The rest of the day is a bit of a blur. Jungkook drove you back home. You cried in his arms in the car, and he walked with you to your place to make sure you were fine. You took a bath and fell asleep in your bed while watching your favorite K-drama.
This day felt like a fucking nightmare.
A week later
Over the past few days, you’ve spent all your time with your mom because you felt the need to be with her and to be wrapped in her love. Nothing ever beats a mother’s love. She has listened to your concerns while never telling you what to do, even though you desperately wanted it.
But ultimately, it is your decision to make, together with Jungkook. It isn’t hers.
You’ve also been speaking with Jungkook through text. He has texted you every morning and every night, asking you how you feel, which honestly made you realize that if you ever keep this baby, he’d be a great dad.
Through your conversations, you’ve gotten to understand that he has always desired to become a dad, but obviously, not in those circumstances. He’s also very scared, confused, and lost, but he underlined several times that it’s your body, and the final decision rests with you. He’s never going to force you to choose one option over the other.
You haven’t seen him in a week, and you definitely haven’t been intimate in any way. Instead, your interactions have been focused on talking openly and honestly about your future as eventual parents, and sharing every worry and uncertainty that has been on your minds.
Honestly, this new dynamic feels both strange and soothing. You aren’t avoiding difficult subjects. You’re actually giving each other space to voice your concerns and to support one another in this heavy situation.
There is a comfort in simply talking, in knowing you are not alone in your worries and that you are facing them together. And sincerely, your conversations feel more intimate than what you’ve shared in bed.
And thanks to all those conversations, you’ve managed to make a decision. You’ve invited Jungkook over tonight. You hesitated to announce it over dinner at a restaurant, but it would be more intimate to be in the safety of your place.
When the doorbell echoes in your apartment, you basically rush to the door to open it. His tall and toned figure stands in front of you. As always, he’s dressed fully in black, but it’s more casual than usual, which indicates that he didn’t come back from work.
Jungkook works in finance, so he’s always well-dressed. Whether it’s crisp shirts, neat polos, tailored pants, or even full suits, he constantly presents himself with a level of style and professionalism that’s hard to ignore. The way he dresses for work exudes confidence and sophistication, making it easy to see why he could have any woman at his feet.
And most of the time, it leaves you wondering why he’s still single. However, you’d never complain because you got to have a taste of this man.
“Hi,” he says with the brightest smile growing on his face.
The little dimple that appears on his face as he smiles is your absolute weakness. Even without trying, he looks devastatingly hot.
“Hi, mister dimple,” you smile back.
When you met Jungkook, you were absolutely wasted and could only notice his dimple. Your fingers were constantly poking it like you were trying to confirm its existence. That night, you kept calling him ‘mister dimple’, and it stayed. Sometimes, you simply call him ‘dimple’.
“Someone seems in a better mood,” he says before winking.
Although you’re still trying to process this entirely new reality, you somehow feel better.
“Yeah,” you say as he steps inside your place.
You can’t stop your eyes from following him, drawn to him like instinct. Since today’s weather is kind of hot, he’s wearing one of those t-shirts that clings a little too much to his body, outlining muscles you know too intimately. It does nothing to hide him. If anything, it makes him impossible to ignore.
Your gaze lingers shamelessly, tracing the solid lines of his torso. His tattooed arm is on full display, and it sends a familiar flutter through your stomach. You’ve seen it a hundred times before, yet it still affects you the same way, like your body reacts before your mind can catch up.
When he steps inside, his arms flex naturally, and the sight alone is enough to make your pulse jump. He never leaves you indifferent; he actually never has. No wonder you’re pregnant. This man looks way too hot, and you can barely contain yourself.
As you both walk to the living room, his eyes land on your figure, and he checks you out. There is something about the way you move that pulls at his attention every single time. From behind, you look effortlessly captivating, and damn, he wants to run his fingers in those curves that he knows by heart.
“So, what’s for dinner?” he asks with curiosity.
“I was craving a burger, and since I’m a very bad cooker, I ordered,” you reply, your gaze shifting to him. “Let’s avoid food poisoning.”
He chuckles, knowing damn well how terrible you are in the kitchen, and he still wonders how you’re even alive. Every time he comes to your place, he ends up cooking because your cooking skills are terrible.
“We could have cooked together,” he suggests, pausing mid-step to look at you.
“The point isn’t for you to come and cook,” you retort, folding your arms over your chest and making it clear that you didn’t invite him over to act as your chef.
“Would have been cheaper than ordering,” he claps back.
Rolling your eyes, you answer, “I’m the one who paid, so why are you complaining?” and raise an eyebrow.
Jungkook just shrugs, “Can’t I complain now?” he asks.
“No,” you say before resuming walking to the living room.
A low chuckle rumbles from his throat while a smile stretches across his soft features. He shakes his head before he follows you to the living room. A warmth spreads in his chest when he notices the burgers carefully placed on two different plates with fries right next to them.
“Before you asked,” you begin, “I put them in a plate like a minute before you arrive.”
Jungkook takes a seat in the chair that you show him, and his smile grows bigger when he realizes that you ordered his favorite. He’s fully aware that you barely know each other, but when it comes to food, you’ve cooked so much together that you don’t even have a secret from each other about your tastes.
While eating, you both playfully discuss, forgetting for a moment that there’s a life growing inside you—a life that has completely changed yours. It’s still surreal that a literal human is developing inside you. A human you created with the man sitting in front of you.
And when you’ve finished eating, you gather all your courage to speak out loud what has been on your mind for the past few days. He has been very clear that he’d support you no matter what, but you also don’t want to impose on him anything. If he doesn’t want to be present, it’s his choice, and you’ll respect that.
“As you might have guessed, I’ve asked you to come because I’ve made up my mind about the little creature growing inside me,” you finally say, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to ground yourself.
Your hands twist together in your lap, knuckles whitening as your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. You can’t even look him in the eye. This conversation makes you absolutely nervous, and it has been haunting your sleep for the past two nights. But it’s a conversation you can’t avoid.
“I’m going to keep the baby,” you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. Saying it out loud makes it heavier, more real. “And I really don’t expect anything from you. I don’t want you to feel trapped, or like I’m forcing this on you.”
His eyes never leave you, and when you lift yours to meet his, you search for any sign on his face. However, he doesn’t show anything; his expression is unreadable, which only makes your heart beat faster.
For a moment, none of you speaks. Jungkook just looks at you, jaw tight as if you had announced something absolutely terrible. The silence stretches, and your stomach twists painfully. You’re mentally preparing yourself for rejection, even though he promised you he’d never let you and the baby go.
“If you don’t want to be involved—”
He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, “Yn,” he says your name in such a gentle way that it makes you melt completely. “Come here,” he softly taps his lap.
You don’t even question his intention when you stand up to sit down on his lap—one that has driven you crazy way too many times, and fuck, it brings you back to the night you conceived your baby. Some riding was involved at some point that night.
Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands settle firmly at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. The warmth of his palms seeps through your clothes, steady and reassuring, like he’s trying to remind you that he’s here.
“Did I ever give you a single reason to believe that I’d leave you to deal with this all by yourself?” he murmurs, his warm breath softly brushing your cheek and sending a shiver through you.
You shake your head, your fingers tightening slightly at the nape of his neck before you speak, “But you mentioned you never wanted to become a dad under those circumstances.”
As the words leave your mouth, your hand betrays your nerves, absentmindedly threading through the soft hair at the back of his head. He lets out a heavy sigh, as though your words were the most terrible thing he’s ever heard. His forehead dips briefly toward yours, and his grip on your waist tightens, thumbs pressing into you.
“And you?” he asks quietly, raising an eyebrow. “Would you also want to become a mother under those circumstances?”
You shake your head once more.
“None of us expected this,” he says calmly, “but not once did I ever say or imply that I don’t want it.”
His left hand rests on top of your cheek, his lips a breath away from yours, and you know that any moment this can turn into something very nasty, but would it be right? Well, you’re not sure. However, every time you’ve been around him, things always become heated and end with both of you naked and panting.
“I’m not going anywhere, yn,” he whispers. “If you want to keep the baby, I’ll remain by your side and raise this baby with you.”
“You’re sure?” you ask, biting your lower lip.
“I am,” he mumbles, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.
Your heartbeat thrums in your ears as your gaze drops to his lips, your fingers playing with his hair. The tension is more than palpable between you, and you know you won’t be able to resist—well, not the moment, but him.
And then, it happens. His lips meet yours for a much-desired kiss, and it’s soft at first, almost as if he’s giving you time to pull away. When you don’t, something shifts.
The kiss deepens, and his lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. This right here feels like something you really needed after all the intense emotions you’ve been through the past few days.
One of his hands slides up your back, holding you closer, while the other remains firm on your cheek. You melt into him, your fingers tightening in his hair as the kiss grows more intimate. It’s not desperate; it’s actually the opposite. It’s slow and tender.
When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, and your breaths mingle. For a moment, you remain like this, your eyes locked on his. It just feels right, even though it’s totally different than usual. Before today, a kiss would instantly lead to the two of you naked, his dick buried deep inside you.
This baby is definitely changing everything—even your relationship with Jungkook. Will you fall for this man?
A month later – July 2024
This morning, you woke up to a message from Darim. Her daughter is finally born, and you honestly couldn’t be happier for her. She finally got her rainbow and very much-desired baby. With Jin, they named her Yuna, which you found adorable.
You aren’t going to visit her yet since the hospital visits are limited to the father. You’ll only be able to see your goddaughter once she’s safely home with her parents, and you’ll wait until Darim feels comfortable receiving visits.
Right now, you’re staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your belly has been growing a lot over the past month, and you’re slowly looking like a pregnant lady. It’s honestly strange to see your body change, and it’s even weirder to realize that a literal human is growing inside you. You’re creating a human, and it’s just crazy.
You rub your hand over your growing stomach, embracing this new phase of your life.
Everything is different now, but Jungkook has become a tremendous source of support. Between unpredictable cravings, bouts of heartburn, and waves of nausea, he’s always there, ready to help with anything you need. He even prepares all your meals for the week because he absolutely refuses that his kid eats the shit you cook. Additionally, he has been teaching you how to cook properly, demonstrating patience and care with every lesson.
Honestly, you’re absolutely so grateful for everything he does. Jungkook goes out of his way to make your life easier, ensuring you’re never alone in navigating this pregnancy.
Jungkook arrives behind you, his toned body coming into view in the mirror. Instantly, his head rests against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist as his hands find their way to your growing belly. His body heat warms your back, making you melt in his embrace.
Well, this pregnancy hasn’t really stopped you from sleeping together. Actually, it had the opposite effect. Now that he spends more time with you, it’s like you’re two teenagers in heat, always glued to each other and having mind-blowing sex all the time.
The thing is, you now spend a lot more time together, so you’re really getting to know him. You learn how much he loves his job, that he likes to drink a glass of milk before going to bed, and that he scrunches his nose when he’s eating something he doesn’t like.
“Pregnancy looks good on you,” he whispers in your ear before pressing a gentle kiss on your naked shoulder.
“It’s weird,” you admit quietly. “I find it beautiful, but at the same time, I barely recognize myself.”
Accepting this new body can be challenging at times. In the span of a month, you’ve been through rollercoasters while watching your body change. Some days you find yourself even prettier than before, but on other days, you even wonder if you’ll ever be able to have your old body back.
And thinking that it’s just the beginning doesn’t really help.
He tightens his hold just a little, his lips brushing against your cheek. This simple gesture gives you butterflies, and for an instant, you close your eyes to savor this moment.
“To me,” he whispers with a deep, husky voice, “you look even better.”
Fuck, this man knows which buttons to pull to get you weak and absolutely wet in a second.
“You’re creating life, our kid,” he presses a kiss on your neck. “That’s beautiful and so fucking hot.”
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder, and small and barely audible moans leave your lips as your hand finds its way to his hair.
“Jungkook,” you moan.
His hand trails down, sneaking under your underwear. The cold feeling of his fingers against your core sends shivers down your spine. He doesn’t even wait to run his fingers along your folds, snatching louder moans out of your mouth.
“Look at yourself,” he tells you.
Slowly, you open your eyes to be graced with your own reflections. You’re only dressed in the matching set of black bra and panties, his right hand covers your stomach, and his head lies against your shoulder, but now, his left hand is hidden under your panties. The mirror does nothing to hide the way his fingers torture your core.
As his fingers move up and down your slit, your wetness spreads everywhere, soaking your underwear even more. And fuck, the way he slowly and tortuously moves his fingers drives you insane. It feels wonderful, which brings you slowly but surely closer to the edge.
And seeing him doing it through the mirror turns you on even more.
“You’re stunning,” he breathes. “Especially like this. I swear, I could stay right here forever—listening to you, feeling you, and memorizing every part of you.”
The look in his eyes makes your breath hitch—they’re dark with lust. His jaw is tight, tension visible there, as if he’s holding himself back. Slowly, you feel his prominent bulge teasing your back, and let’s just say that it does nothing to cool you down. It’s only arousing you even more.
His hair is slightly tousled, falling into his eyes in a way that feels careless and intimate, like he’s forgotten everything except you. But, well, an hour ago, he was fucking the shit out of you like it was the only thing that truly mattered, and he didn’t have the time yet to brush his hair.
You can only see part of him—his face, his arms, and his hands—but somehow that makes it worse, more intense. His arms are wrapped around you, muscles flexing as one hand holds you close and the other pleasures you as if he hadn’t done an hour ago.
“And the way your face contorts with pleasure when we fuck takes my breath away,” he continues whispering while never stopping to edge you.
And we’ll, the second his greedy fingers push inside you, your orgasm rips through you. It’s so intense that he has to hold you tight with his arms, and seeing yourself fall apart prolongs your orgasm. This is mind-blowing. Even better than anything he ever did before.
Jungkook turns you around to kiss you passionately. Fuck, how are you going to survive him? He’s been giving you the best orgasms of your life for over a year, and you’re about to become parents. What will life look like once the baby is out? Will you still fuck like two rabbits in heat? Will it even be possible with a crying baby?
All those questions are brushed aside as he kisses you softly. You swear that every time his lips meet yours, you just melt. It’s like he holds a special power over you. You’re still trying to understand it, but there are moments—those right before falling asleep—when you believe you’re falling in love with him.
However, you’re convinced that it can’t be that. It doesn’t quite make sense to be falling for a man you barely know—especially when you’re only just beginning to get to know him truly.
“You’re truly wonderful, yn,” he whispers against your lips. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
Your eyes look up at him as you break the kiss. His hands push your hair from your face to really and properly look at you. Jungkook knows and fully realizes that he’s falling for you, and he doesn’t hide it. For sure, at the beginning, it was just sex, and god, he had the best sex of his life.
But now that you’re carrying his baby, things are different.
He’s seeing you from another perspective. Actually, he’s truly seeing your heart, and man, he loves what he sees. As you look up at him, his heart misses a beat, making him swallow thickly. Yeah, he knows he’s fucked!
Two months later – September 2024
“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” you ask, your gaze flicking between the IKEA instructions and Jungkook.
“Give me that,” he says, reaching for the manual.
He scans the pages, then looks back at the crib he’s assembling. Everything matches the pictures, each piece exactly where it should be. He frowns, genuinely confused by your question.
“I’ve followed every step perfectly,” he says, now looking up at you.
“From here, it looks weird,” you reply, caressing your belly that has grown rounder over the past two months.
“It’s normal,” he mutters, a hint of irritation in his voice. “The crib isn’t finished yet.”
“But shouldn’t it already look good?” you ask with concern.
“Yn,” he mumbles as he stands up to stand next to you. “If it’d look good after only assembling three pieces, then there’s certainly a problem.”
“I don’t know…” you whisper.
Jungkook instantly understands that this isn’t just about the crib. There’s definitely something else going on.
“Tell me what the real issue is, mama,” he says, his hands settling on top of your shoulders as if he’s trying to ground you both.
“I just want the best for our baby,” you tell him, your hands stroking your baby even more. “And I just want to be sure the crib is assembled perfectly so she can sleep peacefully.”
A soft smile spreads across his face as he hears your concerns. You look absolutely adorable with worry written all over your face, and he can totally understand you. This is for both of you, your first baby. Everything is uncharted territory.
Jungkook wraps his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. “We are assembling this crib perfectly, mama,” he whispers before pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “She’ll be just fine in here. We’ll be here for her if anything happens.”
Jungkook has noticed that as you slowly get closer to your due date, which funnily is December 25th, you get more and more nervous, worrying about every single thing that relates to your baby girl. He can only understand you as he worries just as much as you do, but he has made it his mission to reassure you every single time.
He doesn’t bury and hide his concerns from you, but he formulates them in a way not to make it a burden for you. The point isn’t to make you even more stressed because he knows how it could have a bad impact on the baby.
“I know, but I’m scared it won’t be enough,” you admit as you take a step back to look at him properly.
“We’re doing our best,” he replies with such softness in his voice. “We’re preparing as much as we can before she arrives, but until she isn’t here, we can’t say for sure if it’ll be enough.”
“I know…” You say before wrapping your arms again around him.
A smile spreads across his face as he holds you tight in his embrace.
For a moment, you stay like this, and he just enjoys it even though it’s a bit complicated with your bump. It’s only getting bigger, but he can’t help but find you extremely attractive. You’re literally shining. Pregnancy definitely looks good on you.
And he realizes in this moment that he’s only falling in love with you again and again. It’s like he’s falling deeper every day, and he simply loves it.
“Now, let’s get back to building this crib for our super baby girl,” he says, pressing a kiss on your forehead gently.
Jungkook settles back on the floor in front of the crib's beginnings and returns to following the instructions to finalize it.
You sit down next to him to help him with whatever he needs. You’re not very useful because he’s doing everything by himself, but you hand him the screws and the other pieces whenever he needs them.
Suddenly, your little girl kicks you. She’s been kicking a lot in the past few days, like she’s been very active, but sometimes it’s quite painful, especially when she moves next to your rib cage.
You directly grab Jungkook’s hand, right before he starts placing a screw. “She’s kicking.”
His hand rests on your tummy, a big smile on his face, when a small but unmistakable movement presses back beneath his hand.
“She’s already strong,” he says.
“She’s killing me sometimes,” you chuckle.
His strong, tattooed hand gently touches your belly, and he stays quiet, eyes fixed on the spot beneath his palm. When he feels another movement, his smile softens. Feeling her under his hand seems unbelievable, but somehow, it makes this even more real.
He’s really going to be a father.
As his gaze lifts to meet yours, his heart swells with love. Never in his life did he imagine himself in this situation, falling desperately in love with the mother of his unborn child. But here he is, falling over and over again with you.
For almost two years, his life has drastically changed. Before meeting you, he had navigated celibacy for almost three years after being dumped for someone else. When you both met, there definitely was a strong physical attraction between you. However, neither of you was ready for a relationship, so you settled for the friends-with-benefits thing without truly knowing each other.
Things were easier like that. It was just sex.
Now, everything is different. He’s practically living at your place—cooking for you, helping you tie your shoes as you struggle to do it, showering with you, and giving you the massages you desperately crave when your girl kicks you in the ass.
He never pictured becoming a dad under these circumstances, but now, he’s grateful for them. Through it all, he’s gotten to know you—and to fall for you again and again.
Jungkook leans down, his face now right in front of your belly. “Give some break to your mama, baby girl,” he whispers. “She’s all nervous here because you don’t let her sleep properly.”
A wide smile shows up on your face.
“She’s even doubting my skills in building your crib,” he adds.
“Eeh,” you gently tap his shoulder, “for my defense, you’re a guy in finance, and I’ve never seen you being handy.”
His gaze moves up to meet yours, and his left eyebrow raises, clearly in confusion.
“You’ve never seen me being handy?” he repeats with evident surprise in his tone. “Do I need to remind you how we conceived our daughter? Or even how I feed you with proper food?”
You roll your eyes, but clearly thinking about that fantastic night of March 29th sends shivers down your spine. It was a memorable night. And seeing him cooking is like a massive turn-on, especially now that your hormones are all over the place.
“I mean, like building and repairing stuff,” you explain yourself.
“You’re making it worse for you, mama,” he counters. “I’ve done everything in this room—from painting the walls to building every piece of furniture.”
He’s not wrong, but you’re not going to admit it. Looking at him assembling the crib feels like it’s the first time you’re seeing him being handy.
“Baby girl,” he now speaks to your daughter, “look what you’re doing to your mama. She’s so tired that she says nonsense.”
You chuckle, shaking your head as you watch this tender moment unfold before your eyes.
“I’m not tired and not saying nonsense.”
“See,” he continues, “still saying nonsense.”
Two months later – November 2024
Today, you’re visiting the maternity ward, where you’ll give birth in a month. The due date is getting closer and closer, and you can’t wait to meet the little girl who has been torturing you for nine months.
Jungkook is also present, wanting to ensure that he doesn’t miss anything. This visit will cover the administrative formalities to make things easier once you arrive for the birth, a discussion over your birthing plan, and a tour of the maternity ward.
As your midwife has already explained what this visit will consist of, you have gathered all the necessary documentation for the formalities, or maybe you should say that Jungkook did.
It’s incredible to see how invested he is. He has followed every possible prenatal course, read every possible book on parenthood and fatherhood, looked on forums for advice from other fathers, and many other things. In summary, he’s more than ready for your baby girl’s arrival.
And to be honest, this reassures you a lot. You’re nervous about everything right now because the due date is very close, and his knowledge on almost every topic comforts you. Somehow, it feels like he’s the one being pregnant, and not you, but it’s great to have someone like him as your baby daddy.
As the nurse guides you through the corridors of the maternity ward, you walk beside Jungkook, one of your hands resting on your belly and the other wrapped around his arm. It’s quite hard to walk at this stage, but you try your best, and Jungkook is always next to you, helping as much as he can.
The nurse shows you the delivery rooms, the reception area, the bedrooms, and the nurses' room. Near the reception area, there are the names of the babies born this year, and they are all adorable. There’s also a section dedicated to all the little angels that didn’t survive, which honestly warmed your heart.
Throughout the visit, Jungkook keeps asking tons of questions and taking notes on his phone about the information the nurse gives you. Of course, you also raise your own questions, as this is where you’ll be bringing your baby girl to live. You can’t even believe that in a month, she’s here.
With Jungkook, you’re still hesitating between two names for her, but you’ve agreed that you’ll make the final decision once she’s out. Everybody has been begging you both to give them the names, but you refuse since you don’t want to hear people’s opinions on them. It’s always like that.
You've gotten to see it with your own eyes with your siblings. All of them already have children, and the second they revealed the names, everybody thought they were entitled to give their opinions, which is ridiculous. It’s not their child.
Once the little tour of the maternity ward is over, you head back to the car. Your hands gently caress your belly as your daughter moves a lot inside you. Lately, her movements have started to hurt—she’s grown so much.
However, your mind is lost in the future awaiting you. This visit has made it clearer that you’re really about to push a human from your body in like a month.
Right now, all you hope is that she doesn’t arrive before her due date. You’re not sure you’d be ready just yet—you still need some time to truly realize what’s coming. A baby isn’t a small thing.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing how you’re drifting in your own thoughts.
Your eyes lift up to meet his. Even sitting in a car, he looks like a fucking walking dream. You deeply hope your daughter will inherit his good looks.
“Could be better,” you admit.
There’s no point in hiding anything from him. If you have to navigate this together, it’s always best to be fully honest with one another.
“This visit just makes it even more real,” you continue. “She’s going to be here in a month, and it’s terrifying.”
Jungkook turns to face you and rests his huge hands on top of yours. The warmth emanating from his hands instantly soothes you.
“I know,” he begins. “I’m terrified as well, but we’re a super team, and we will manage this together.”
“I know that we’re in this together, but everything scares me, starting with the birth. Do you imagine that I will push her out of my body?” you ask with obvious concern in your voice. “What if everything goes wrong during birth?”
“Yn,” he mumbles with the softest voice, “there will be a medical team ready for any case scenario when you give birth to her. I understand your concern, but don’t forget that you’ll be super well surrounded.” He pauses for a moment, his thumb stroking your hands. “And I’ll be there too.”
“Having you there means already the world to me,” you whisper.
A soft smile appears on his adorable face, and you take one of his hands to press a gentle kiss on top of it. Jungkook has been your rock through it all. Without him, you wouldn’t have survived a week. He’s been taking care of you as nobody has ever before. Both you and your daughter are lucky to have him.
“I’ve something for you,” he tells you, reaching toward the glove compartment in front of you. You shift in your seat to give him room, watching him pull out a small box wrapped with care.
“I know your baby shower is tomorrow,” he continues, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “And technically, I should wait, but I couldn’t.”
Your heart starts to pound as he places the box in your hands. You open it slowly, almost afraid to rush the moment, and then you completely freeze. Inside rests a delicate necklace, a small heart catching the light. Your throat tightens instantly, tears threatening to run down your face.
“Tomorrow, everybody’s going to shower our princess with gifts,” he says softly. “ But I really wanted to give something to you. You’re the one carrying her. You’re the one about to give birth, and you deserve to be celebrated, too.”
For a moment, you can’t speak. You can only stare at the necklace, and then at him, completely overwhelmed by the weight of the gesture. The necklace is, for sure, wonderful, but what truly warms your heart is that he thought of you.
What did you do to deserve this man? How can he even be real?
Jungkook has really made it hard not to fall for him. Every day, he finds new ways to make you fall in love with him again and again. Sometimes you wonder if there will be any space left in your heart for your daughter.
“This is beautiful,” you manage to say, tears streaming down your face. “You didn’t have to.”
His thumb cleans the tears on your face; he hates to see you crying.
“You deserve it, mama,” he murmurs, his hot breath caressing your face. “I feel like I can’t thank you enough for carrying our baby girl. Everything I do seems so little compared to that.”
“It’s not,” you tell him. “You already do so much.”
His thumb strokes your cheek.
“I wish I could do more,” he murmurs before he leans to press the gentlest kiss on your lips.
And somehow, with his sweet words and thoughtful gesture, you feel like he’s just as smitten as you. Maybe you’re not the only one falling madly in love.
A month later – December 2024
Nova is born on December 31st at 2:02 pm.
“Apparently, she didn’t want to share the same birthday as Jesus,” Jungkook’s contagious laugh echoes in the room.
Your eyes fall on his figure—he’s holding your daughter, Nova, in his arms, watching her with literal hearts in his eyes. A smile grows on your face as you watch them both.
“She preferred New Year’s Eve,” you reply.
“Double the celebration,” he jokingly says.
Honestly, you don’t know how you’re still awake. She was born two hours ago and finally fell asleep after you both struggled to put her to sleep. You’re absolutely destroyed from birth, but completely in love with your baby girl.
You’ve been awake since two am, when you felt the first contractions. At first, you didn’t pay much attention because you’d been experiencing them for a couple of days, but as they got more intense, you realized that your baby girl was on her way.
Around five am, you called your midwife asking if you should rush to the hospital, but she advised you to wait until around seven or eight am. You had already waited before calling her, but with the help of Jungkook, you still managed to navigate through the painful contractions until eight am.
The pain only got worse, and you literally begged for the epidural. After that, it was like you were floating. You could still sense everything, but it wasn’t painful anymore.
Jungkook kept you busy all that time—chatting, walking, singing, and dancing with you all along. Honestly, he made it look like time was moving fast. Through it all, he stayed by your side, cheering you up.
The entire medical staff was surprised when they found out you and Jungkook weren’t together. Some even thought you were joking. They told you that you definitely looked like a couple, and they were impressed by his support. One of the nurses told you some horrific stories about some dads disappearing while their partners were giving birth.
When it was time to push, you honestly thought you couldn’t make it, but he encouraged you, telling you repeatedly that you had already done the biggest part. Now it was just a matter of pushing her out.
On top of having a super baby daddy, the medical staff was fantastic. They also encouraged you tremendously through it all and helped you as well when you were literally giving up towards the end.
But looking at her now in her father’s arms makes it all worth it.
Jungkook is shirtless, sitting on a chair next to your bed with Nova against his chest. She seems so tiny against him, his hands almost hiding her completely.
“This year, I’m for sure not making it to midnight,” you chuckle.
“Me neither,” he says, his eyes meeting yours.
Even if she were born on her due date, you would have never been able to wait until midnight, you know it. This New Year celebration would have been special in any case, and with her being born on New Year’s Eve, this end of 2024 is even more special.
“Maybe you should try to get some sleep, mama,” Jungkook tells you. “I’ll stay awake, taking care of you both if needed.”
“Thanks, mister dimple,” you reply, smiling at him.
As you look at each other, you know that this day is beyond special. Watching each other become parents deepens what you already feel. Jungkook only admires you even more after witnessing you bring your daughter into the world.
How could he not fall in love with you again and again after something like this?
Six months later – back to June 2025
After Yuna’s birthday party, Jungkook drove the three of you back home. Since you got pregnant, he has decided to rent his apartment—he’s literally been living with you. Having him by your side has made everything a lot easier, and raising Nova together seems simple as ABC.
At the party, you spoke with Darim and finally admitted how down bad you were for Jungkook. Those feelings haven’t been a secret to you, but it was the first time you were saying them out loud. She wasn’t surprised, saying that she had been waiting for you to tell her.
Following her words, Jungkook is as smitten as you, if not more, and she still doesn’t know how, after all this time, you haven’t started dating. You’ve been glued to each other since you found out about the pregnancy, and he’s been literally worshipping the ground you walk on.
Darim encouraged you to speak with him. You are scared that he’d push you away, and it’s the last thing on earth you want right now. You need him. You’re a super team when it comes to taking care of Nova.
“Are you okay, mama?” Jungkook asks while taking Nova out of the stroller.
Even though he’s focused on carefully removing your daughter, his eyes can’t help but look at you.
“Yeah,” you say, biting your lower lip.
How are you supposed to tell this man that you love him? It seems impossible. Revealing your feelings would ruin everything, and you’re working perfectly as co-parents.
Just look at him. He’s holding your six-month-old baby against his chest like she weighs nothing when it’s getting harder for you to hold her. And he looks so effortlessly hot. Being a dad suits him perfectly—no wonder all women can’t help but look at him when he carries her.
“That’s not really convincing,” he tells you while walking in your direction. “You’ve been spacing out since you spoke with Rimy.”
“I’m not spacing out,” you counter.
Jungkook looks down at your chubby little daughter, “See?” he tells her in a teasing, high-pitched voice. “Your mom has been saying nonsense since she was pregnant with you.”
Nova lets out a delighted giggle, as if she understands every word.
“Jungkook,” you warn him.
His gaze shifts to you, the teasing fading away. “Just tell me what’s going on,” he says gently. “I’m worried.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” you say, rolling your eyes.
You disappear into the living room, putting some distance between the two of you. This man makes you so weak. If he keeps pushing, you’ll just give in.
“Yn,” he calls after you, following close behind. “Don’t run away from me.”
No answer comes from your mouth. Instead, you decide to hide in your bedroom, your heart racing inside your chest. Jungkook walks behind you with a giggling Nova in his arms. Apparently, she finds this whole situation amusing. Her little feet are bouncing against his torso, and soft sounds tumble from her mouth.
Once inside, Jungkook closes the door behind him, leaving you no room to escape again. He studies you, concern etched into his features.
When you finally turn to face them, a smile spreads across your face. Nova has her hand in her mouth, her legs kicking with energy against her dad. If she’s hurting him, he doesn’t show it.
“Tell me what’s going on,” he asks once more, his tone filled with concern.
Your heart thrums inside your chest while you take a deep breath. There’s no escaping this conversation, even if you want to. Jungkook isn’t the kind of man to let things go, especially not when he cares. And right now, it’s painfully obvious that he does.
“I love you,” you mumble, but he doesn’t hear it. “I’m sorry.”
“I can’t hear you, yn,” he says, frustratingly, and he takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.
“I love you,” you repeat out loud, heart pounding extremely fast.
Your words catch him off guard, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, only blinking at you. There’s a heavy silence between you; the room is simply filled with Nova’s soft sounds.
Your heart completely breaks as he doesn’t react. Rimy was wrong, he doesn’t love you back—at least not like you love him. You’re convinced that he might love and respect you as a friend and the mother of his daughter, but that’s it.
So to spare you a devastating heartbreak, you leave the room, heading to the apartment’s entrance. You need to get out of this place, put some distance between you and him, and thoroughly think about the future.
“Yn,” Jungkook calls for you when you put your shoes on. “Please, wait. Let me just put Nova in the playpen.”
If anything, you hurry to run away, putting on your shoes as fast as possible, but it seems that Jungkook is even faster in putting your daughter in the playpen. When you open the door, his hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from stepping outside.
“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” he rumbles with annoyance.
The second your eyes meet his, you’re caught off guard by the look on his face. His expression isn’t hurt, but you’d say that he’s actually stunned, as if your words knocked the air out of him, and he’s only now remembering how to breathe.
“I prefer to avoid the tough conversation where you tell me that you’re flattered but don’t feel the same,” you tell him, freeing your wrist from his grip.
Somehow, you manage to remove yourself from his hand and resume getting away. The tears are threatening to run down your face, your heart is beating way too fast, and your hands are shaking. You’re sure you’ll never be able to look at him ever again.
“I love you too,” he says very loudly when you step into the building complex’s corridor.
You instantly freeze. Out of all the answers, you never expected this one. In your head, it was impossible. There’s no way this man loves you back.
“I love you way too much, yn,” he continues. “Please come back inside. We can’t have this conversation here, and we can’t leave Nova alone.”
His words change everything. This isn’t rejection as you expected it to be. It’s the opposite, and you need to hear him out. So, you walk back home. The look on his face breaks your heart. You’ve never seen him like that. It’s like he’s been repeatedly stabbed in the heart.
Jungkook closes the door behind you, but doesn’t let you make any other move, trapping you between the door and his body. Your heart is really ready to burst. You’ll have a damn heart attack before the end of the day.
“You can’t just run away like a thief after telling me ‘I love you’,” he tells him with his deep, husky voice.
“You didn’t react—”
He doesn’t let you finish your sentence. “How could I? I was chasing you, dead worried, and you told me that you love me. I was in shock. My brain needed a minute to process the info.”
“I got scared,” you confess.
His hand caresses your cheek, trying to comfort you, and it definitely works.
“And I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It wasn’t my intention.”
For a moment, you close your eyes, leaning your face against his hand.
“I truly and deeply love you, yn,” he admits. “It almost feels like it’s impossible to love someone this strongly.” He takes a deep and shaky breath, and you finally open your eyes to look at him. “I’ve been falling in love with you again and again since the beginning of your pregnancy. Every single thing you do makes me fall even harder. But up until today, I truly believed it was one-sided. I never imagined you felt the same.”
His words take you by surprise, your throat tightening as you swallow. Many thoughts cross your mind, but only one question screams louder than any other.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice sounds so weak.
“I guess for the same reasons as you,” he replies quietly. “I was scared of ruining our super co-parenting team, and…” he hesitates to continue. “I was scared of losing you.”
Your hands rise instinctively to cup his face. “You’d never lose me,” you whisper. “Even if I didn’t feel the same. You’re Nova’s dad.”
His eyes soften, but there’s something raw in his expression. “But I always wanted to be more than that for you,” he confesses with a shaky voice. “I never wanted to be just your daughter’s father.”
Your heart misses a beat, your thumbs brushing over his handsome face. It’s hard to remain composed in front of the man you love.
“Me too,” you manage to say.
A breathy laugh escapes him, from relief and emotion as well. “I love you so freaking much, mama,” he murmurs. “Nothing has felt the same since the pregnancy. The sex, the kisses—everything felt deeper. It wasn’t just desire. It was me loving you and not knowing how else to say it.”
“Jungkook,” you murmur.
And then, without wasting any other second, you crash your lips against his. This is overwhelming, in a good way, of course, and you can’t just stay like this without doing anything. Any words you might say will never express your love the same way a kiss would.
You kiss him with your entire soul, letting your emotions take over it. Instantly, your arms wrap around his neck to push him closer to you. This feels like heaven. This feels like the best thing ever.
Darim was right after all. Jungkook loves you as well. Your feelings were reciprocated all this time, but you were too blind to see it.
The kiss deepens quickly, taking a heated and fervent turn. It represents much more than it has ever been. You’re both in love and aware of it now. It’s filled with even more passion than ever before.
His hands quickly move down to your waist, sneaking under your pants to squeeze your ass. A moan escapes your lips, but Jungkook directly swallows it while kissing you like a starved man.
Nova’s rumbling brings you both down to earth. Taking this any further with a baby very much awake is impossible. She might start crying or doing dangerous things while you both do nasty stuff.
“We should stop before Nova does something wild and hurts herself,” you whisper against his lips.
“Yeah, right,” he takes a step back, running his hand through his hair.
The two of you head back to the living room, where Nova is playfully throwing her favorite stuffed bunny on the floor in her playpen. She looks absolutely adorable.
For the rest of the afternoon, you try to keep your hands to yourselves, but it’s practically impossible. Thankfully, around 6 pm, she falls asleep after breastfeeding, and Jungkook puts her to sleep in her crib, in her own bedroom.
After that, he joins you in your room, and you both just surrender to passion. “Finally,” he mumbles as he walks towards you and closes the door behind him. “Let me just place the baby monitor on the nightstand, and I’m all yours.”
A smile spreads across your face as you watch him take big steps until the nightstand. Once settled, he gets closer to you, lust written all over his face. The two of you stand in front of each other, smiling like idiots. Everything is different now.
“If it wasn’t for Nova,” he whispers, closing the distance between you, “I would have fucked you against that door earlier.” Jungkook leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “I would have shown you how fucking happy I am.”
His hand lands on your back, his fingers pressing just a little. His other hand comes up to trace along your jaw, his touch featherlight but so intoxicating.
“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you telling me you loved me back,” he continues, his lips brushing against your cheek as he speaks. “But hearing it for real turned me on so much.”
“You can show me now how fucking happy you are,” you whisper before crashing your lips on his.
His hand on your back pulls you closer, your body pressed against his. Your fingers find their way to his hair to play with it. The kiss deepens almost instantly, driven by the same desperate need building inside you.
Without wasting anymore time, his hand moves to the hem of your pants. His fingers push them down, the fabric pooling at your ankles. You’re now only in your underwear—not your fanciest, but it isn’t your ugliest as well.
Since becoming a mother, you have been using the most comfortable underwear, which most of the time isn’t the prettiest one. The version of you before Nova would have been extremely shocked, as you used to always put on the prettiest matching set of bra and panties. Now, you barely match anything together, even socks.
“Sit on the bed,” he instructs, and you obey without saying anything.
Once you sit at the edge, Jungkook kneels in front of you, his hands pushing apart your legs. His fingers very slowly trace along your leg, and his lips press featherlight kisses on your thigh. His hot breath and soft fingers against your skin send shivers down your spine.
“You always know what to do,” you mumble, your back slightly arching.
“I’ve been studying this body for more than two years,” he whispers against your skin. “So I know you by heart now.”
His fingers hook beneath the waistband of your underwear, slowly pushing the fabric down. He takes his time, his eyes never leaving you. Once your panties reach your ankles, Jungkook throws the fabric somewhere in the room.
“And I intend to keep studying it,” he adds.
He looks like a damn sin, and that sight alone can make you come right now.
“Please never stop,” you beg.
Jungkook leans back in, “It’s not on my plans, mama.”
His lips graze your skin as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, the warmth of his breath brushing over you. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as his lips finally taste you without hesitation.
A strangled gasp escapes your mouth, your back arching instinctively as pleasure pulses through you. Your hands also find their way to his hair, tugging it as he eats you out like a starved man.
“Fuck,” you moan.
Your hips buck forward, pushing his face even closer, and your fingers tighten in his hair as a trail of moans falls from your lips. His mouth works over you with tremendous hunger, tongue torturing you like never before, while his lips seal around your clit. His nose presses into you, dragging against your cunt with each movement.
You throw your head back while moans flow out of your mouth. The growing pleasure is overwhelming but in a fantastic way, and your body trembles beneath his relentless tongue.
“Don’t be too loud, mama,” he speaks against your core. “We don’t want to wake up our princess. It’d be a shame if this had to stop.”
You simply nod, biting your lower lip to try to muffle your moans, but you know you won’t be able to hold back for long. As he said, he knows your body better than you do. He knows how to flick his tongue to have you screaming with pleasure.
Jungkook is savoring every second, and a satisfied hum vibrates against you, sending shocks through your core. When your fingers tighten in his hair, he takes it as encouragement to push you further.
“Oh, Jungkook,” you barely manage to say because of his tongue working wonders on your core. “I’m going to come.”
He groans, and he can feel his dick getting more and more compressed in his pants. The way you say his name turns him on in an unbelievable way.
Before you even realize it, your orgasm violently hits you, your legs shaking and squeezing his face, and your walls clenching around emptiness. Even though you’re coming hard against his lips, Jungkook doesn’t stop lapping at your juices.
Once you come down from your high, he pulls away. His face glistens with your slick, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with hunger.
Jungkook stands up before pushing down his pants and underwear. A sigh of relief leaves his lips the second his cock is finally free. It was getting painful to keep it inside his pants.
As he does so, you remove any remaining piece of clothing from your body. Not once does he look away, enjoying the sight unfolding right in front of him. When you’re fully naked, you lean back as you hold yourself with your upper arms, your eyes hungrily admiring the man standing in front of you.
“Someone seems turned on,” you say as your eyes look up to meet his.
Once he’s fully naked, his right hand finds its way to his cock, stroking himself. “I could come with a simple kiss,” he admits, and something inside you twists.
“So I’m the lucky girl who makes you come with a simple kiss?” you ask with a smirk, and he nods.
His grip tightens around his cock, his eyes never leaving yours. The simple fact that he’s masturbating in front of you is an incredible turn-on, but the way his eyes shine with lust gets you incredibly wet. He’s so fucking hot.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll beg you to get me pregnant all over again.”
You notice his jaw flexing as his thumb swipes over the top of his cock, spreading the precum.
“You don’t have to beg, mama,” he tells you. “You just have to ask, and I’ll give you all the babies you want.”
You stand up, a smirk appearing on your face. Without saying anything, you gently remove his hand from his cock, and replace it with yours. Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose as your hand tightens around his shaft before you slowly start to stroke him.
“Mama,” he groans with his deep and rough voice.
“Tell me, dimple,” you say as you get slightly closer. Your other hand traces across his collarbone, a shiver running through his body. “Don’t you like this?”
Your hand moves faster on his shaft, making him groan with pleasure. Fuck, he won’t last long if you keep stroking him like that.
“I do,” he moans. “I really do, but I won’t last long…”
Jungkook is completely consumed by pleasure, and damn, he doesn’t want to stop you, but he also doesn’t want to come just now. So, he places his hand on top of yours to stop you, and he doesn’t give you time to realize what happens when he lays you on the mattress of his bed, and then his lips crash against yours.
His body presses flush against yours, heat radiating between your bodies as he deepens the kiss. “You drive me absolutely crazy, mama.”
His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his fingers brushing your jaw. His lips press another kiss on yours before he looks down between your bodies. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself one last time.
When you break the kiss, he holds you open as he guides the head of his cock into your sopping entrance. At first, he teases you as he drags the tip through your slick folds, spreading your arousal before finally pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust.
A deep moan leaves your throat as he stretches you open. Your walls clench around him as his cock makes its way inside your pussy. Your back instantly arches, your thighs trembling around his waist as he buries himself deeper.
“I’m so addicted to you, mama,” he mumbles the second he looks down, watching the way your body takes him in.
Jungkook pushes himself as far as possible. The second he’s fully inside, he halts to give you both a moment to adjust, but he honestly can’t stay still inside you. It’s absolute torture.
“Can I move?” he asks for your consent.
Even after two years of fucking like rabbits, he always makes sure that you agree with everything that goes on. He’d hate himself if he did something that wouldn’t make you comfortable.
Jungkook slowly pulls back, and he pauses for a second when only the thick head of his cock remains inside. Without any warning, he pushes back. Feeling his thick shaft pushing deeply back into you is beyond satisfying. Damn, it even makes you see stars.
Both of you try to muffle your moans as he starts pounding into you, but it’s basically impossible. This man right here just knows how to drive you completely crazy.
His pace is restless, your body moving in tandem with his thrusts. His hands grip your waist tight as the room gets filled with the sound of your low moans, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall, your bodies slapping together, and your pussy soaking his cock.
The heat builds in your core as he slams into you, filling you with each thrust. Your hands grip the sheets to steady yourself from Jungkook’s hard thrusts.
Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this.
His lips meet yours for a sloppy kiss while his thrusts grow rougher and quicker. “You drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “And I love you so much.”
“I love you so much, too,” you reply. “Like crazily.”
The familiar coil of pleasure tightens in your stomach while your baby daddy moans your name. He seems just as consumed as you by pleasure. The only thing you’re both focused on now is chasing your high, and the heat between you is unbearable. You both know you won’t be lasting much longer.
“I’m going to come again, Jungkook,” you manage to say, the desperation filling your voice.
His cock twitches inside you at your words, and well, that action causes your orgasm to crash over you. Your walls squeeze him tight while your orgasm completely and violently hits you. Jungkook groans when he feels your wall squeezing on repeat his cock.
His thrusts get more desperate as he starts chasing his own high. He’s so fucking close. Jungkook closes his eyes because the simple view of your face contorting with pleasure is just too much. Your walls keep tightening around him, a torture you impose on him to help him cum.
“Fuck,” he groans.
And then, with one last thrust, he falls apart. Deep groans fall from his lips as he releases his hot semen inside you, painting your velvety walls white. His hands tighten around your waist, holding you still while he releases himself deeper in you. He looks incredibly sexy when the orgasm hits him.
Jungkook collapses next to you in bed. His breathing is heavy, his eyes fixed on the ceiling just like yours. For a moment, you both remain in silence, giving each other the time to come down.
When his breathing is back to normal, he turns his head to look at you. “How do you feel?”
Your face moves, allowing you to meet his gaze. The horny Jungkook is now replaced by a softer version of him, making him look like a baby. Nova has inherited his big, round eyes—the same eyes that always make you melt.
“Great,” you smile, your body moving closer to his.
You rest your head against his chest, and his arms wrap around you.
“This is always great with you,” you admit, your eyes looking up to meet his. “We’re pretty good at sex.”
“But pretty bad at confessing our feelings,” he chuckles.
“Yeah,” you reply. “Very bad.”
One of his hands tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. There’s a moment of silence between you, but it’s far from being an awkward or heavy one. It’s the kind of moment that allows you to fully realize the immensity of the situation.
Jungkook loves you, like really does. And you love him back with the same intensity. This isn’t a dream of yours anymore. This is the reality.
“Now that we know our feelings,” Jungkook begins. “I’d really like to take you on a real date and properly ask you to be my girlfriend.”
“Why can’t you do it now?” you ask with a little smile on your face.
“I think it would be better to do it over dinner in a fancy restaurant, no?” he tells you.
“Honestly, I don’t give two shits about where we are,” you reply. “As long as we are together and we know that we want this, I’m happy.”
The brightest smile grows on his face.
“I wasn’t picturing things like this,” he chuckles lightly. “But would you love to be my girlfriend?”
The answer comes with no hesitation. “I’d love that.”
And just like that, you both found yourselves living the love you’d always dreamed of, falling in love again and again every single day.
Stray Kids (스트레이 키즈) is a 9-member South Korean co-ed group under JYP Entertainment, consisting of Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Roha, and I.N. They debuted as a 10-member group on March 25, 2018, with their first mini album, I am NOT. The group was created through the survival program with the same name, Stray Kids. Woojin left the group on October 27, 2019. As of February 10, 2022, they are also signed under Republic Records.
Group Name Meaning: N/AOfficial Greeting: “Step Out! Hello, we are Stray Kids!”
Stray Kids Official Fandom Name: STAY
Fandom Name Meaning: N/A
Stray Kids Official Color: N/A
Stray Kids Official Logo:
Latest Dorm Arrangement (Updated in August 2024):
Dorm 1: Bang Chan, Roha & I.N
Dorm 2: Lee Know & Han
Dorm 3: Changbin & Hyunjin
Dorm 4: Seungmin & Felix
The 4 dorms are located within 5 minutes walk from each other.
Stray Kids Member Profiles:
Bang Chan
Stage Name: Bang Chan (방찬)
Birth Name: Christopher Chahn Bahng
Korean Name: Bahng Chan (방찬)
Position(s): Leader, Producer, Vocalist, Dancer, Rapper
Birthday: October 3rd, 1997
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox
Height: 171 cm (5’7’’)
Blood Type: O
MBTI Type: ENFJ-T
Nationality: Korean-Australian
Representative Animal: Wolf
Unit: 3RACHA
Instagram: @ gnabnahc
Bang Chan Facts:
– Born in South Korea, but he moved to Sydney, Australia when he was very young.
– He has one younger sister (Hannah) and one younger brother (Lucas).
– He has a dog named Berry.
– His nicknames given by his members: Kangaroo and Koala.
– He speaks English, Korean, Japanese, and a bit of Chinese.
– He can play the guitar and the piano.
– His favorite season is autumn. (Summer Vacation VLive)
– He helps his members with producing songs.
– Bang Chan is close friends with GOT7‘s BamBam & Yugyeom and ENHYPEN‘s Jake.
– He used to train with GOT7, TWICE, and DAY6.
– His role models are his dad, Drake, and Cristiano Ronaldo.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a kangaroo, actor or athlete. (VLive 180424)
– His motto: “Just enjoy~”
Lee Know
Stage Name: Lee Know (리노)
Birth Name: Lee Min-ho (이민호)
Position(s): Dancer, Vocalist, Rapper
Birthday: October 25th, 1998
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger
Height: 172 cm (5’7.5″)
Blood Type: O
MBTI Type: ISFP
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Rabbit
Unit: Dance Racha
Instagram: @ t.leeknowsaurus
Lee Know Facts:
– Born in Gimpo, South Korea.
– He is an only child.
– He has 3 cats named Sooni, Doongi, and Dori.
– Lee Know is ambidextrous.
– He has a unique and fun personality, a 4D personality.
– His favorite color is mint. (Ceci Korea)
– His role model is 2PM‘s Taecyeon.
– Lee Know’s favorite song is 2PM‘s “10 out of 10”.
– His frequent habit is cracking his fingers.
– He has a fear of heights. (The 9th Ep 2)
– Lee Know really likes to read and his favorite author is currently Keigo Higashino.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a dancer. (VLive 180424)
– On June 30, 2025, it was revealed that Lee Know is the newest Global Brand Ambassador for Gucci. (Gucci 2025)
– His motto: “Let’s eat well and live well.”
Changbin
Stage Name: Changbin (창빈)
Birth Name: Seo Chang-bin (서창빈)
Position(s): Rapper, Vocalist, Producer
Birthday: August 11th, 1999
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit
Height: 167 cm (5’6″)
Blood Type: O
MBTI Type: ESTP
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Pabbit (Pig + Rabbit)
Unit: 3RACHA
Instagram: @ jutdwae
Changbin Facts:
– He was born in Yongin, South Korea.
– He has an older sister.
– His nickname given by his members: Mogi (mosquito), Jingjingie (whiny), Teokjaengie (chin) and Binnie.
– His specialties are writing lyrics and rap.
– He helps with producing songs.
– His favorite season is autumn. (Summer Vacation VLive)
– He is a fan of Joo Woojae.
– Changbin’s role models are his parents, BIGBANG‘s G-Dragon, and Kendrick Lamar.
– He can’t sleep without his Munchlax plush toy, which he calls Gyu.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a producer, writer or maybe tattoo master. (vLive 180424)
– Changbin’s currently starring in ad campaigns for Samsung Korea.
– He has also composed a song for Samsung, “Fly High” which was released in August 2023.
– His motto: “Let’s live with a positive mind, enjoy the life.”
Hyunjin
Stage Name: Hyunjin (현진)
Birth Name: Hwang Hyun-jin (황현진)
English Name: Sam Hwang
Position(s): Dancer, Rapper, Vocalist, Visual
Birthday: March 20th, 2000
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Height: 179 cm (5’10.5”)
Blood Type: B
MBTI Type: ESTP
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Ferret
Unit: Dance Racha
Instagram: @ hynjinnnn
Hyunjin Facts:
– He was born in Seoul, South Korea.
– Hyunjin is an only child.
– He can speak basic English.
– His nicknames are Jinnie and The Prince.
– Hobbies: Dancing, reading books, painting, and playing sports.
– Hyunjin’s favourite colours are black and white. (vLive)
– His role model is GOT7‘s Jinyoung.
– Hyunjin is allergic to cat fur. (vLive)
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be an interior designer. (vLive 180424)
– Hyunjin talks in his sleep and is the hardest to wake up.
– He lived in USA for a holiday. (“Return of Superman”)
– On July 20, 2023, it was revealed that Hyunjin and Roha were the newest Korean Global Brand Ambassadors for Versace. (Versace 2023)
– His motto: “Let’s try even when you regret it later.”
Han
Stage Name: Han (한)
Birth Name: Han Ji-sung (한지성)
English Name: Peter Han
Position(s): Rapper, Vocalist, Producer
Birthday: September 14th, 2000
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Height: 169 cm (5’6.5″)
Blood Type: B
MBTI Type: ISFP
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Quokka
Unit: 3RACHA
Instagram: @_doolsetnet
Han Facts:
– Born in Incheon, South Korea.
– He has one older brother.
– His nickname given by his members: Squirrel.
– He speaks English.
– His hobby is to eat cheesecake while watching a movie.
– Han’s favorite color is red.
– His special ability is a voice impression of Doraemon.
– Han has trypophobia (a fear of clusters of small holes).
– His role model is Block B‘s Zico.
– He is a fan of Joo Woojae.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a producer. (vLive 180424)
– His motto: “This too, shall pass.”
Felix
Stage Name: Felix (필릭스)
Birth Name: Felix Lee (이 필릭스)
Korean Name: Lee Yong-bok (이용복)
Position(s): Dancer, Rapper, Vocalist
Birthday: September 15th, 2000
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Height: 171 cm (5’7″)
Blood Type: AB
MBTI Type: ENFJ
Nationality: Korean-Australian
Representative Animal: Chick
Unit: Dance Racha
Instagram: @ yong.lixx
Felix Facts:
– His parents are Korean, but he was born in Seven Hills, a suburb of Sydney, Australia.
– He has an older sister (Rachel/Jisue Lee) and a younger sister (Olivia Lee).
– His nicknames given his members: Bbijikseu, Bbajikseu, Bbujikseu, and Jikseu.
– Hobbies: Listening to music, dancing, shopping (especially clothes), traveling, and beatboxing.
– His favorite seasons are autumn and winter. (Summer Vacation VLive)
– His favorite sport is soccer.
– Felix’s favorite color is blue.
– He’s close friends with ENHYPEN‘s Jake.
– His role model is BIGBANG‘s G-Dragon.
– Felix’ favorite color is black and his favorite number is 7. (vLive)
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a songwriter. (vLive 180424)
– On August 22, 2023, it was revealed that Felix is the newest House Ambassador for Louis Vuitton. (Louis Vuitton 2023)
– Felix made his runway debut in March 2024 at the Paris Louis Vuitton FW24 show.
– His motto: “Just a little braver~”
Seungmin
Stage Name: Seungmin (승민)
Birth Name: Kim Seung-min (김승민)
Position(s): Vocalist
Birthday: September 22nd, 2000
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Height: 178 cm (5’10″)
Weight: 56 kg (123 lbs)
Blood Type: A
MBTI Type: ISFJ
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Puppy
Unit: Vocal Racha
Instagram: @ miniseungkim
Seungmin Facts:
– Seungmin was born in Seoul, South Korea.
– He has one older sister.
– He graduated from Cheongdam High School. (SK-Talk Time 180422)
– His nickname given by his members: Snail; his nickname given by fans: Sunshine.
– He thinks his most charming point is his chubby left cheek.
– His favorite season is autumn. (Summer Vacation vLive)
– His favorite food is eggs.
– He is the cleanest member.
– His role models are DAY6, Kim Dong-ryul, and B1A4‘s Sandeul.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a photographer or a prosecutor. (vLive 180424)
– He is friends with AB6IX‘s Daehwi since high school.
– His motto: “Today you spent in vain is the day as tomorrow someone who passed away really wants to live through.”
Roha
Stage Name: Roha (로하)
Birth Name: Leilani Roha Moon
Korean Name: Moon Ro-ha
Position: Dancer, Vocalist
Birthday: December 19, 2000
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
Height: 176 cm (5'9")
Weight: 54 kg (119 lbs.)
Blood Type: AB
MBTI Type: ESFP
Representative Animal: Red Panda
Nationality: South Korean-American
Unit: Dance Racha
Instagram: @_m00nha
Roha Facts:
– She was born in Lihue, Hawaii, USA.
– She has an older brother and three younger sisters.
– Roha has a cat named Milo and a dog named Gom.
– Her nicknames are Lani, Ro, and Moon.
– She speaks English, Korean, Japanese, French, Spanish, and some Hawaiian.
– Hobbies: Reading, sketching, photography, dancing, surfing, coffee, songwriting.
– Roha is ambidextrous, she had to learn how to write with her left hand after an injury.
– Roha is close friends with Kep1er's Xiaoting.
– Her favorite food is tteokbokki or kimchi stew.
– Her role model is Seulgi of Red Velvet.
– She is a big fan of the group GOT7.
– Her favorite color is red. (vLive)
– She isn't sure what she would do if she wasn't an idol but probably some kind of performing art. (vLive 180424)
– On July 20, 2023, it was revealed that Roha & Hyunjin as the newest Korean Global Brand Ambassadors for Versace.
– Her motto: “To be a star, you have to burn.”
I.N
Stage Name: I.N (아이엔)
Birth Name: Yang Jeong-in (양정인)
Position(s): Vocalist, Maknae
Birthday: February 8th, 2001
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Snake
Height: 172 cm (5’7.5″)
Blood Type: A
MBTI Type: INFJ
Nationality: Korean
Representative Animal: Fennec Fox
Unit: Vocal Racha
Instagram: @ i.2.n.8
I.N Facts:
– He was born in Busan, South Korea.
– He has an older brother and a younger brother who is 12 years old, as of 2018.
– His nicknames given by his members: Desert Fox, Our Maknae, Spoon Worm Yang, Fiona and Bean Worm.
– His special ability is singing trot.
– I.N is a Catholic.
– He likes all foods besides beans.
– His favorite color is green.
– His role model is Bruno Mars.
– If he wasn’t in Stray Kids, he would be a singer, or an elementary school teacher since he likes kids. (vLive 180424)
the edits aren't awesome but it's the best i could do on my phone and by myself, hopefully they aren't too horrible though lol
