note: timeskips !!! sorry my timestamps r fucked ,, jus ignore them 🤣 let’s pretend ik what i’m doing
for clarification; bbydaddy plot takes place 2030, new york thing happens/ends janurary 2031; wedding august 2031; zia pregnancy confirmed oct 2031; zia’s born july 2032,,, timestimes from part 25 take place 2032 🫶🏻
when you arrive home, zion is fast asleep in jungkook's arms.
you tiptoe towards them and kiss zion's forehead. he shifts a bit but jungkook automatically pats his bum. he's literally asleep, yet his daddy senses are on. you aren't sure why, but your heart tugs at the sight... that's okay, right? for you to feel some type of way when you see them asleep together in your bed?
jungkook and zion truly look so alike.
from their doe-eyes to jungkook's cheeks—even their freaking hair! you can't help it. whenever zion gets hair cuts, he looks like a little man. a mini jungkook... and who wouldn't want that? jungkook has and will always be the most handsome to you.
yet, zion acts exactly like you. it's like the biggest bite in the ass ever. his pickiness and sensitivity root from you. the way he compromises and admits defeat (rarely) are completely you. his sweetness is copied by you but his cheekiness is definitely from jungkook.
zion is the perfect mix.
sometimes your heart aches. sometimes your heart fills up with joy. sometimes it makes you second-guess everything. sometimes it gives you gentle clarity.
"where's my kiss?" jungkook murmurs, eyes still closed.
your lips curve into a tired smile.
"have you guys been sleeping in my bed for the past 2 nights?"
jungkook rubs his eyes, sitting up. he then pulls his arm away from underneath zion's head. "yeah. he wouldn't sleep on his bed and i couldn't sleep on the couch. sorry, did i overstep—"
"no," you interrupt him. "what's mine is yours. it's always been like that."
he nods.
"still waiting for my kiss..."
you roll your eyes but give in. jungkook purses his lips, waiting for yours. instead, you kiss his forehead and pinch his cheeks.
"can you put him back in his room? i've been sleep training him to be more independent... and i miss my bed. he usually climbs into bed with me by 7am anyway."
sleepily, he complies with your request.
as he leaves with zion in his arms, you grab your flimsy nightgown from your closet and go to shower. then, as you step into your bathroom, you think about your closet... it definitely was a mess when you left.. yet, everything is folded so nicely. did he organize it up for you?
huh.
as you turn the water on and step in, you can't help but wonder what will happen tonight. sure, the nightgown is an obvious tell to jungkook that you're down to fuck—but aside from that... you wonder what else he could say or do tonight that will have you tossing and turning.
truth be told, the 2 nights away that was filled with work was exhausting. like, so beyond tiring that you felt miserable. it was so weird to be indulged in work and not come home to your boys... not that jungkook has been home with you since the separation; but the thought of it... it just... it felt good.
for the first time in a while, you felt it.
the want to be together.
as in, the desire to be a family in one house... all together... all over again.
it shook you to your core.
but there was also a relief that overcame your mind. you've never been the type to fight peace anyway (which is also why you asked for a separation 8 months ago... because you didn't feel any back then).
perhaps the poets are right.
time changes things.
people change.
... and so does love.
jungkook has a fistful of your nightgown while you have a fistful of his hair.
his tongue has been nothing short of perfection against your clit. there isn't a single inch of your pussy he hasn't devoured. he does it so well too. what you said was true... him eating you out is never relaxing.
of course, jungkook knew how to tease the shit out of you. how to drag your orgasms and make you last as long as possible. if he felt mean, he'd do it until you cried from how much your pussy throbbed from the edging. god, he was so mean sometimes.
but tonight, he's so nice to you.
he flicks his tongue at all the right spots. you squirm and all he does is wrap his arms around your legs and tug you closer. moving your pelvis to the rhythm of his licks; you feel yourself tighten and the need to close your legs. so, you do so. you close your legs, burying his face deep into you.
jungkook loves it.
god, he fucking loves this.
he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. he slurps you up as if you're the freshest thing to drink. he spits in between his sucking (completely unnecessary. you're literally drenching your sheets already) because he knows you feel it. you feel the heat of his saliva and the way it drips down your folds. how nasty it must make you feel because you like it so much.
again, jungkook loves this.
"that's it, honey..." he praises you. "doing so good. so fucking pretty—y-you're just the prettiest, aren't you? you know that, right? the absolute prettiest."
"s-shut up!"
"come on! ... my little starfish," jungkook chuckles. "say you're mine and i'll let you cum tonight."
you attempt to shoot him a glare. "t-thought you're gonna b-be nice to me tonight..."
he shrugs, reaching up and brushing the sweaty strand of hair off your forehead. "i'm whatever you want me to be."
you don't answer him. instead, you moan and murmur; "fine.. fine. yours. i'm yours."
sigh.
he loves this.
he loves you.
there is literally no other way of putting it.
he loves every hair pull you accidentally jolt to doing. he loves the way you mumble his name in between hitched breaths. he loves the way you watch as his head bobs up and down, right and left, and right in the middle. he loves the way you react to his nose, gliding and causing your pussy to pulsate like crazy. he loves the way you gasp when he slips his fingers inside you and the way your walls tighten around him.
it's everything.
to see you completely fall apart against his touch. to feel the way you let go of his hair and search for his hands, intertwine them, and need them the way you do. to see you come so undone; you release everything you have. you squirt, making a mess on his fingers. your gasps come out like stutters, but your moans take over.
a huge relief is lifted off your shoulders.
you can always count on jungkook for the most mind-blowing orgasm. he just knows your body so well. he does it so good. he's so good to you.
as you catch your breath, jungkook gets up to grab a towel from your cabinet. he returns to you, wiping your inner thighs and then your folds. he then lifts you up a bit to place the towel underneath. without an exchange of words, you open your arms and he collapse in them.
there, you two lay.
his head is on your chest as you play with his hair.
mumbling against your skin, he asks; "what time is it?"
"like.. 1am?"
"oh," jungkook yawns. "kinda early."
though it's true, you know you aren't as young as before. before, you two used to leave the house at 1am... now, with zion's routine and your career; you were usually asleep by 11pm.
"you're gonna regret saying that when zion comes in at 7am and jumps on the bed." you laugh, tugging on his hair a bit. "and when he demands for pancakes so you have to get up and cook them—"
"i can cook them."
"i know," you remind him. "you like making them heart-shaped... cos you like to show off."
"cos i love you, actually."
"yeah, yeah."
he chuckles and you kiss the top of his head.
then, a silence falls upon you two. a part of you wonders if he's asleep already and if you should shut your eyes and follow... but then, he speaks.
"are you okay?" jungkook asks you, as gentle as possible. "you just... you seem really stressed these days. you're handling everything well, by the way.. i just want to check up on you... cos i can take zion on the days you're busy, you know? it's no problem. i can also come by and help out in the house—"
"yeah," you think for a moment. "did you do my laundry? i saw everything in my closet was folded."
"i did."
"okay. thank you. you didn't have to."
"i know."
"okay."
jungkook sighs. "so... are you okay?"
you pause.
"should i quit?"
jungkook pulls away from you. he sits up and stares at you.
"are you kidding me?" is all he manages to say even though a million and one things run through his mind. "is that what you really want to do?"
"i d-don't..." you shake your head, eyes beginning to gloss with tears. "i just.. i feel so drained? like i'm not here for zion enough.. like i'm not present in moments with him. sometimes i cook breakfast without even realizing i'm burning the food because i'm daydreaming of a different life—i d-don't know. i don't know anymore. i'm so tired of winning all the time too. does that even... does that even make sense?"
jungkook looks at you sincerely. with all his heart, he can feel your pain and wants to do anything and everything to ease it. he knew something was up with you. he fucking knew it. you were like this before you asked for a break. you were like this when your best friend moved away. you were like this before graduating from law school.
it's a lot.
he knows it.
you have a lot on your plate and you've always been on the go. jungkook has been fortunate enough to have had time in his career and projects to pace himself... whereas you've always been the best of the best. the demands are crazy and coming home to wanting to be the best mom possible (which you are) must be completely exhausting.
he can't imagine how stressed you must be. he can't imagine what it's like to be you. he can't imagine what it's like to not be with you in moments like these.
"hey," he reaches out for you. you tighten your lips before burying your face to his chest. he wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and easing your mind with his words. "you're brilliant, you know that? you have completely paved such a life for zion. you did it for yourself too... and it's tiring. i can't imagine how tired you are, honey. it's okay to rest and it's okay to need help. it's okay to put things down and it's okay to pick them up again when you're ready. you don’t have to do big things just because you’re capable of it… doing the right small things is good too. it’s more than enough, actually. ___, if you want to quit, if you want to lose, if you want to not want anything—so be it. do it all or do nothing at all... do it and let me be beside you through it all. i'm always going to believe in everything you do. i'm always going to give you what you need. i don’t want you to burn out. i’m here to protect you, you know? i'm always just... going to be... and you're... you're always going to—"
"shut up." you place your finger on his lips. "c-can you just hold me tonight or something? put me to sleep."
"okay, baby. should i sing you a lullaby too?" he chides as he kisses the top of your head. a little sleepy, he shuts his eyes as he rests his chin on top. as you pull yourself closer to him, you rest your head on his chest.
"... and can you leave more clothes here?"
jungkook's eyes shoot open. his heart flutters and in every possible way there is; he falls in love with you all over again.
"y-yeah," he clears his throat, attempting to hold himself together. "i can do that. i can leave more clothes here."
"okay," you yawn. "i love you... always."
"always," he repeats. "... forever too! i love you forever."
you snicker, teasing him about how cheesy he is. he laughs, blaming you for starting it. soon, you two talk about each other's day and little things zion does that make your heart glow. suddenly, then all at once, you two fall asleep.
it's beautiful, isn't it?
to be falling in love at the same time (once again).
you were right.
not that jungkook doubted you or anything—but you were right.
zion climbed into bed with you two at 7am. his eyes were barely open as he dragged mr kookie along with him. a few whines escaped his lips as he's frustrated and half asleep. to soothe his son, jungkook pulls him in and wraps him in his embrace.
you're still asleep when this happens but the slight movements make you responsive. shifting, you put your arm around jungkook and nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. he stretches his neck and kisses your forehead. then, he turns to his other side and does the same to zion.
zion then lets out a sleepy giggle from jungkook's kiss. his eyes are fluttering shut, but it's obvious he's fighting the sleepiness.
"dada?"
"mhm?"
mid yawn, zion asks; "you stay?"
"i'm staying."
jungkook breathes this moment in and holds you and zion tighter. he can't believe how lucky he is. how blessed he is for this second chance. how happy he is for this new beginning.
omg u should definitely do a scenario where oc is on some kind of business trip away from zion and jk and they are both sulky or arguing w each other all the time and they facetime oc (although with her taking off work for a year it might be too late for this but it could always just be an in the future thing!)
jungkook feels defeated.
he’s over it.
he’s fucking done.
it’s well past zion’s bedtime and he has tried everything. from stories, warm milk, even a short lullaby—still, zion is tucked stubbornly under the covers, his little face buried in the pillow.
jungkook sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, when his phone buzzes. it’s a facetime call from you.
he swipes to answer, and your bright smile fills the screen, the familiar warmth in your eyes immediately lifting some of the stress from his shoulders.
“hi honey,” you say softly, “how’s it going?”
jungkook groans, turning the camera to show zion pouting into the pillow.
“he won’t talk to me. he won’t even look at me,” jungkook says, voice laced with frustration. “he only wants you.”
you laugh lightly, shaking your head. “isn’t it past his bedtime?
“that’s the least of my problems,” jungkook whines. “i genuinely think our son hates me.”
you gasp. “you’re exaggerating.”
“i’m not.”
taking jungkook’s stern face seriously, you sigh and attempt to put things into perspective for him.
“honey, you two are too alike… that’s the problem.“
zion’s little head lifts at the sound of your voice, his big eyes peeking out from the pillow.
“mommy?”
“hi, baby,” you say, your tone softening instantly. “what’s going on? are you giving daddy a hard time?”
zion pouts. “he’s mean to me.”
jungkook’s eyes widen. mean to him? when? in between playing with him, feeding him, and bribing him with ice cream and new toys—mean fits in where?
you snicker at jungkook’s reaction. “zion, you have such a big heart. i know you do, my love. i think you can make some space for daddy for be in it.”
“but why?”
“zi, i love daddy… so i want you to love him too.”
zion fidgets, his face scrunching up as he mumbles, “fine…”
“zion…”
“i don’t know, mommy! i just… i miss you. i don’t like it when daddy reads my bedtime stories! it’s boring. he can sing good but he doesn’t even know the words to my favourite songs!”
your heart melts as you watch him pout, and jungkook sighs, clearly sharing the sentiment.
“zion, you know daddy is trying his best, right?” you say gently. “and i love him very much, so i need you to be nicer to him, okay?”
zion shifts, looking guilty.
“i’m sorry, daddy,” he whispers, glancing at jungkook through the screen. “i don’t know why i’m being mean… i just miss mommy a lot. she’s gooder at bedtime than you.”
jungkook softens, his earlier frustration fading.
“i miss her too, buddy,” he says quietly, reaching out to rub zion’s back. “but we gotta be a team while she’s away, right?”
zion nods slowly, finally sitting up. “okay… i’ll be nice now. i’m too sleepy to be mean.”
you smile, warmth spreading through you at the sight of the two most important people in your life working it out.
“that’s my boy. thank you for being so sweet,” you say, and then look at jungkook, who gives you a grateful smile.
“we’ll be fine,” jungkook reassures you, his voice softer now. “just… hurry home, okay?”
you laugh, nodding.
“i’ll be back before you know it.”
jungkook looks at you, gaze soft and heart full. he knows you’re right, but he kept help but feel uneasy. he truly misses you.
“goodnight, honey. i love you.”
you blow him a kiss and then lower your camera angle to your baby bump. smiling, you pat your tummy.
