disclaimer: Fluff, Angst, Cursing, implied cheating, sexual themes (pussy eating, breast play, unprotected sex *use condom pls*) worship kink?, Pet names : Baby, Pretty Girl. alcohol mentioned, Sad themes, pregnancy (not mentioned but implied) let me know if I'm missing anything !
Hi Hi ! this is just a quick fic that I wrote at 3am lol, I'm working on a different one too, which is a long one, but wanted to post this since it came to mind while I was listening to Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by Bleachers. Anyways I hope you all enjoy my first posted fic in years !!
Sitting in the room, waiting for the wedding to begin, you think about planning the wedding, the dances rehearsed in the living room at midnight, the drinks spilled in the kitchen, the gifts given, the jealousy, the rage, the kiss, the sex, the end of the relationship.
There was always love, from the moment he ran to your house after a fight with his parents, he knew you were meant to be his one true love, the one he’s going to spend the rest of his life with. As for you, you knew since the beginning of childhood that he was the one you wanted to marry, always taking care of you, showing you the love you never got.
“Okay, what about this colour? I think dark grey looks nice on you” you say bringing out the different fabrics, placing them down on the table. “Hm, I’d have to see it on,” he says, moving his laptop aside. “Well, I only got these samples, so unfortunately these will have to do” you say taking a seat next to him. He looks at you for a moment, “Okay, I'll go with the dark grey” without hesitation. “You didn’t even look at the other colours, come on take this seriously” you say, pushing the other pieces closer to him. “I don’t need to, whatever you think is best, I’ll go with that one” he says, grabbing the dark grey fabric, waving it in front of your face, giving you the bunny smile. You roll your eyes, taking the fabric from his hand, walking back upstairs as he laughs. You’re so in love with him.
“Kook, I can’t dance” you whine, walking away from him, heading towards the couch. “Y/n, just follow my lead” he says grabbing you before you flop onto the couch. You groan, letting him catch your fall, leading you back to the center of the living room. “Just look at me, don’t look down. Let me guide you” he says, grabbing your waist with one hand, as he takes the other in his. “I hope I step on your feet” you say, looking down again. “Look at me” he demands. Locking eyes with him, you’ve completely lost yourself. You don’t notice your bodies moving in sync, the music now deaf to your ears, as everything else blurs around you. He’s staring at you with such love, he never wants to look away from you. “You’re doing it y/n” he whispers to you, snapping you out of the trance he put you in. “I guess I can dance,” you lightly laugh. It’s midnight, and you’ve finally got the dance down. Butterflies fill his stomach as he watches you practice your footwork. He’s so in love with you.
“Tell me” he says pouting, sitting next to you on the stool of the kitchen with a glass of wine in his hand. “There’s nothing to tell, you already know the story” you say while taking a sip of your wine. “Yeah but it’s funny, so tell me again” he pleads with you. “Oh my god, it’s really not funny. It was actually traumatizing” you say, looking down. “Come on, just one more time?” he says reaching for the bottle of wine. “Fine, when we were in high school, I was waiting for you to finish class, when I got hit in the head with a ball, and it’s not funny. Whoever threw it broke my favourite glasses. I was never able to fix them, and I can’t find another pair like them, so ple-” you were cut off when he spills the wine everywhere. “SORRY” he panics, getting up to grab a towel. “Kook, my favourite sweater is now stained with wine, did you do that on purpose” you say jokingly as you get up to put water on the stain. “Of course not, I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry, but also that’s literally my sweater” he says cleaning up the mess. “Hence why it’s my favourite”. I’m going to marry him.
“Here, open it” he says, placing two boxes in front of you. “What is this for, oh my god what did you do?” you question. He rolls his eyes, laughing, “Nothing, just open it” he says like an excited child. You take the first box, the big one, slowly unwrapping it, revealing a plain box. “Is this a joke or something? Is there a damn snake in here?” you slightly panic pushing the box away. “y/n please, where would I even get a snake” he pleads with you. Grabbing the box again, you open it to reveal the same hoodie that he stained a few weeks ago. “Oh my god.. Kook, this is so sweet” you say taking it out of the packaging, holding it close to your chest. “Yeah yeah, this one was easy. Now open the other one” he says pointing to the smaller box. Confused as to what he means by easy, you take the smaller box, unwrapping it to reveal a case. Your heart drops the moment you realize what it is. Shakily opening the case, it’s the glasses that broke when you were in highschool, except they were brand new. Tears form in your eyes as you look up at him. “Do you like them?” he asks, swaying back and forth with his hands in his pockets. “Ho-how did you even find these?” you cry out. “Don’t worry about how I found them. Let me put them on for you” he says, grabbing them from you, taking off your current glasses, setting them aside as he slowly lifts the new frames to your face. He stares at you for a moment, admiring how you look just like the girl he fell for in highschool. “You look beautiful y/n” he says, removing his hands from your face. You don’t say anything, just quickly embrace him tightly. He places his hand on the back of your head, as he feels so at peace holding you in his arms. You can hear his heart beat faster as you silently sob in the hug. I’m going to marry her.
“Next time you want to ditch me, at least send a text” you say angrily, walking into the house. “Y/n please, I’m sorry it was so last minute, I didn’t realize what time it was. I thought you would’ve been busy anyways” he follows you to the bedroom. “It’s fine, go back, have fun” you exclaim in sarcasm. “No, I want to be with you right now” he begs. “No no, I'm sure you were having more fun, not like I’m important anyways. Everyone knows it” you say in jealousy. “But I never said that, and I don’t care what other people think, you are important to me, that’s all that matters.” he pleads. “Jungkook, just go back. There are better things to do than to stay with me, you proved it to me tonight” you yell. He’s taken back, you don’t yell. You’re calm, never angry enough to yell at him. He knows you’re slightly jealous right now, but he knows the longer he lingers around the more upset you’ll be. He leaves the room, and decides to stay in the living room for the time being. How could you?
“GET OUT” you scream at him, throwing his things at him. “Y/N CALM DOWN” he yells back, catching the things you throw. “CALM DOWN? YOU LIED TO ME” you scream. “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I knew you’d be upset if I told you. I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you” he says, stepping closer to you. “Pft, right like that’s any damn better, you still hid something from me thinking that was the best solution? Thinking I wouldn’t find out?” you say, with an angry tone. “Of course you were going to find out, but I wanted the opportunity to tell you first.. But you kinda beat me to it” he says slightly laughing. “You think this is funny?, you fucking lied straight to my face when I asked you about it the first time” you’re getting more angry. “y/n please, just listen to m-” “GET THE FUCK OUT” you scream, pushing his chest and arms, trying to get him to leave. He grabs your wrist, holding you closely to his chest, trying to calm you down. You don’t even fight it, you begin to break down. What did I do to deserve this?
“Come here y/n” he says, patting the space next to him by the pool. You walk towards him, setting your legs into the warm pool. “What a long day” you sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “It truly was, just glad we can relax now” he says, resting his head on top of yours. You two sit in silence, listening to the water flowing as you kick your feet back and forth, the crickets chirping, and the sound of cars passing by every now and then. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks, lifting his head off of yours, hoping to grab your attention, and it does. You lift your head up, looking in the direction of the moon, which is the same direction as him. He’s already staring at you, as if he’s waiting for you to answer. “I can die happy” you respond, looking at him. He hesitates for a moment, before filling the space between the two of you, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. You don’t move, neither does he. You sit there, lips locked together, time stopping. Until he starts to deepen the kiss, grabbing your cheek. You return the kiss back now, heart fluttering, as he skips a beat. It’s always been you.
“God, you’re so beautiful y/n” he says, taking your shirt off, throwing it beside the bed. You just moan in response as his hand massages your breast. You work your hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them, tugging them a bit until they fall to the ground. He pushes you onto the bed gently, taking your bottoms off in the process. He begins peppering kisses on your inner thigh. “I can’t wait any longer” he says, as he begins to eat you out like a starved man. You’re in a euphoric state, hand grabbing his hair as he works his tongue between your folds. “Oh fuck” you moan, pushing your head back. He pushes your legs back, holding them in place as he works on getting you to your orgasim. You’re a moaning mess, as you feel your high approaching. Squeezing your legs shut between his head as you finish on his tongue. “You did so good, pretty girl” he says, leaving light kisses, trailing up your body before hungrily kissing your lips. As you sloppily makeout, he’s rubbing his cock between your wet folds, giving it light taps before lining it up to your entrance. Missionary; romantic. He pushes himself into you, moaning and groaning at the feeling. “Fuck Kook, you feel so good” you moan out, breaking away from the kiss, heavily breathing. “You’re taking me so well baby, I can’t get enough of you” he moans, looking deeply into your eyes. He’s fucking you passionately but hard. As you both finally reach your highs, he’s cumming inside of you, filling you up not caring about the consequences after. You maintained eye contact whilst you both finished, still inside of you, he just stared at you for a moment, planting a gentle kiss on your lips once again. You're the one I want to start a family with.
“I’m sorry Kook” you cry, as you walk away from him. "No, y/n you can’t do this” he follows behind, grabbing your arm. “Let go please, don’t make this harder than it has to be” you plead with him. “No, I won’t let you end this. Not like this, especially not now” he says, tears slipping past his eyes. “You have to let me go, Jungkook, it’s for the best. For the both of us, what we have.. It’s in the past. We can’t continue to live like this, especially you” you sob, finally looking at him. It’s over.
The wedding begins, taking a peek seeing Jungkook standing at the end of the altar, waiting for his bride to be. You smile at the sight of him, dressed in the grey suit. “Thank you for helping him pick out the suit” your best friend whispers to you before the door opens. You turn to find your partner in the wedding, Jimin, his best man. “Jungkook is still in love with you, you know” he whispers over to you. Your heart rate spikes, slightly getting teary eyed. “What” you say pulling him to the side. “You can stop this wedding, just say the words and he’s yours y/n. I know Jungkook, he wants you, it’s always been you, but you were the one who left” he says. “Okay, let’s do this” the bride says, gaining your attention to the doors. You hesitate for a moment, considering what Jimin just said. You link arms with him as the doors open. You walk down the aisle, seeing Jungkook standing there. He looks like he’s waiting for you. He smiles at you, as tears form in his eyes. Why would he be crying now, his bride isn’t out yet. “Don’t let him go” Jimin whispers to you, before parting ways to stand on the opposite side. Jungkook’s eyes follow you. Deep down, he wished it was you coming out in all white, but he knows it’s too late. The love between you two can never be denied by anybody. Anyone with eyes knew that you two were in love. So what happened? Why couldn’t you be together?
Your time is up.
Standing there, as the vows were exchanged, now time for objections. Everyone looks around and it's silent. Jungkook looks over at you, behind his bride to be, almost as if he were begging for you to say something, to stop this wedding, telling him you were the one he’s supposed to marry, but nothing. As the minister continues, Jungkook looks disappointed. It was supposed to be you, it was always supposed to be you. Why didn’t you let him pick you, why did you have to walk away. Why couldn’t he just stop the wedding, why couldn’t he tell his bride he had sex with you two nights prior to the wedding. You leave the wedding early.. Locking yourself away from the rest of the world, cutting contact with Jungkook, asking everyone to not tell him where you were as you quietly packed your things, walking through the halls of your haunted home.
“Dear Jungkook, It’s been awhile. I hope you’re doing well, and I hope married life is treating you well. The reason I'm writing to you now is because I needed to give myself some closure. I.. I was in love with you for the longest time. I wished it was me who you were marrying, but Gina said she liked you, and I was a fool for letting you go, encouraging you to go out with her. It took a long time for me to come to terms with what I did, I lived with regret everyday since the two of you got together. I know I'm many years late, but again I just needed to give myself some closure, hoping to close this long painful chapter of my life. We shared many memories together, and I actually stumbled across the glasses you gave to me many years ago.. And for that I’m forever grateful as I get to pass them down to my daughter. Well.. our daughter. This isn’t the most ideal way of me telling you, but I couldn’t bring myself to face you to tell you I was pregnant. So I ran away, and kept her from everybody. Only my family knows. I’m sorry you had to find out this way, and years too late, but I thought you should know eventually… I’ve attached a photo of her, she looks just like you. She has your big doe eyes, and your bunny smile.. Thank you for the best gift I could have ever asked for. Anyways, I hope you have a nice life Jungkook, forever in my heart.
Merry Christmas, please don’t call” he reads with tears as he holds the photo of his daughter.. His daughter with you.
whilst the presence of each other faded into memories, the love between you two was pushed deeper inside your heart, yet you looked down at the sleeping baby, seeing every inch of him within her.
it’s kind of insane though that people got so grossly loud and cruel about hyudawn’s engagement rings that the maker had to come out and explain the process and the time and effort that went into them because dawn wanted them made in a specific way and a specific style that he knew he and hyuna (but especially hyuna) would adore and appreciate. like….why’s someone else’s engagement rings such a huge subject of conversation why does it matter to you that they look ‘ugly’ or ‘cheap’ when all it says abt you is that you’re a) stupid and b) materialistic….. the creator having to come out and say ‘actually there are 7 diamonds, an opal, and white gold in it and cost the amount i pay yearly for my rent’ like…. rent isn’t cheap btw it’s $2K monthly on average in most places. dawn put a lot of thought and money into something HIS FIANCE WOULD ADORE idk how you can find a way to twist that to make it seem negative like…… sorry u don’t have someone who wants to marry you and put that much love and thought into something for you but why’re you taking it out on a couple of strangers who have shown time and time again that they’re head over heels for each other bc you don’t like their engagement rings
♡ #HAPPYJOHNNYDAY ♡ thank you for another year of being you and sharing so much of your life with us! let’s hope for even more eventful year full of opportunities and good people. have a great johnny day!
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