Tags: fluff, explicit sexual content, HES DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM
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SFW
He’s a total koala in bed, no exceptions. Likes to sleep naked or in just boxers, bcuz he wants maximum skin contact. If ur wearing clothes, he’ll gently tug at the hem of ur shirt until u take it off so he can press his whole chest against ur back.
Actually gets a bit sulky if u’re on ur phone in bed. He’ll take it from ur hands, put it on the nightstand, and replace it with his head on ur lap or his hands pulling u back down to cuddle. “You’re developing bad habits that’s really offensive to me, you think the phone gonna cuddle with you?.”
He’s ridiculously handsy in a non-sexual, domestic way. Walking past u in the hallway, his hand will brush the small of ur back. Sitting at the table, his foot will find ur foot under it. Standing in line, his fingers will hook into ur belt loop or the back pocket of ur jeans, squeezing ur butt in the meantime.
Does NOT like closed doors between u. If u’re in the bathroom showering, he’ll come in to brush his teeth or just sit on the toilet lid and talk to u through the steam. The visual barrier of a curtain is fine, but a locked door hurts his feelings.
If ur doing chores, he’ll follow u from room to room like a shadow, talking about his day or just watching u fold laundry. He finds comfort in ur mundane presence. He’ll sit on the bed and hand u clothes to fold just to be involved.
He will literally get on his knees begging u to cook for him. Yep, he’s dramatic like that. He knows u won’t say no to him, u never do, especially for food. He just loves begging u for anything, and getting on his knees for u.
Gets genuinely sad if u have separate plans. He won’t throw a fit, but he’ll give u the biggest, most mournful puppy eyes and say, “Okay... have fun without me,” in a tone that implies he’ll be counting the minutes.
He’s hyper-aware of ur energy. If u’re stressed, he comes up behind u and just rests his forehead between ur shoulder blades, silent, sharing the weight. He doesn’t always need to fix it; he just needs to feel it with u.
Taehyung turns into a sad kicked puppy if he feels neglected. If u’re focused on something else for too long, he’ll eventually come over and lay his head on ur desk or book, blocking ur view, saying nothing. Just existing obtrusively until u pay attention to him.
Loves sharing everything. “Here, taste my drink.” Bites of his food. Even if he has his own blanket, he’ll want to share urs so he can be under the same fabric as u.
His ideal day off is literally just being in the same space as u, doing parallel play. Him editing photos on his phone while u read, legs tangled together on the couch, with occasional breaks where he shows u a picture or gets up to kiss ur temple for no reason.
The clinginess intensifies if he’s tired or sick. He turns into a giant, whiny baby who just wants to be held. He’ll drag u to bed at 3 PM on a Saturday because he wants a nap and “it doesn’t count if you’re not napping too.”
He finds reasons to come find u. “Do we have more coffee?" (He knows u do). “What do you think of this song?” (He’s played it for u five times). It’s never about the question; it’s about the three minutes of interaction it buys him.
He’s the type to stare, openly and without shame. If he thinks you look hot in an outfit, he’ll just stand there, eyes raking over you from head to toe, and say, “Yeah. Nope. We’re staying in.” Dead serious. Then he’ll walk over, pick you up, and carry you back to the bedroom, no arguments accepted.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and the bed beside him empty, he’ll stand up looking for u, finding u in the bathroom. He’ll shuffle in, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the light, lean against the doorframe, and just watch you pee. Both of u looking at eo, “why didn’t u wake me?” He whispers, and ure too tired to reply to him so He just waits for u. When you’re done, he hands u toilet paper after u wash ur hand; takes your hand and leads you, half-asleep, back to bed, tucking you in before collapsing back onto his pillow. “Wake me up next time.” He murmured on the pillow, “okay” u say, not arguing with him cuz yk u will never win.
Taehyung loves taking care of u, but he loves it just as much when u take care of him. He gets all soft when u wash his hair or gently scrub his back, smiling to himself the whole time. He’ll mumble a quiet “ur spoiling me…” but he secretly hopes u never stop. By the end, hes always hugging u under the warm water for a few extra mins cuz he just loves feeling close to u.
He doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” during private moments. You could be on a private work call, and he’ll walk in, kneel in front of you, and start mouthing at your stomach all the way to the small of ur back, because he’s bored. He sees no conflict between your meeting and his need for attention.
Taehyung’s face is ALWAYS on ur face. Doesn’t matter if u talking to him or just randomly press his cheek against yours, rub his nose against yours, or rest his forehead against yours just because he loves being that close. half the photos on his phone are pretty selfies with both of your faces squished together because the second he’s cuddled up against you, he’s already reaching for his camera to capture it.
If he’s upset with you, his form of protest is exaggerated, silent clinginess. He’ll follow you from room to room and sit right next to you, but with his arms crossed, lips pursed, staring ahead. He’s giving you the silent treatment while physically glued to your side. You have to coax the problem out of him while he’s literally in your lap.
Never shy asking for what he wants, physically. “Scratch my head.” “Play with my hair.” “Hold my hand.” “Kiss.” He points to his lips or his cheek. He says it like he’s reminding you of a scheduled appointment.
He’ll wear your perfume or your lotion. Not a little. He’ll douse himself in it. When his members or friends say, “You smell like y/n,” he’ll just nod proudly. “I know. It’s better than my cologne.”
Hes a spoiler also, his gifts r not ordinary. Hes rich, pls take his money, he will buy u a car and all the bags and makeup u ask for. Expect long lovely vacations everywhere ur heart desires.
Taehyung is always quietly paying attention to you even if u dont rlly realize it. He notices the tiniest changes in ur mood, like the way ur smile isnt the same or how ur voice gets a little quieter, and he’ll just naturally pull u closer, hold ur hand, or wrap an arm around u without making it a big deal. Hes super careful with his words cuz the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt ur feelings or make u uncomfy. If he can tell somethings bothering u he wont make it abt himself, he’ll just be like “baby… what can i do to make it better?” Hes clingy in the sweetest way cuz he just wants to be ur comfort person, the one who notices you’re not okay before u even have to say anything. ㅤ♡ྀི
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Taehyung has this terrifyingly hot duality; he can go from kissing ur forehead with pure devotion to pinning ur wrists above ur head with one hand, his grip tight enough to leave a mark.
his hands r huge. like unfairly big. and he knows it. one palm on the back of ur skull, fingers threaded through ur hair, and u just stop moving. he doesn't even have to say anything.
Another thing why u love his hands playing with u, is his fingers reaches ur everything. Not as deep as his cock, but they r skillful. His favorite place to finger u is in his car. Squirting on his backseat is his ultimate goal.
Taehyung loves pinning u down from behind, pressing his chest flat against ur back and locking your wrists together with one hand while he drives into you.
He loves having sex where it’s risky. in the middle of the night where the others are asleep, fucking u from behind and pressing his hand on ur mouth keeping ur voice down. His thrusts purposely getting faster, just to hear ur whimpers slipping out. “Keep your voice down.” He whispers, making it so hard for u intensionally, “you want them to hear you, don’t you?”
His dirty talk half of the time is him begging and praising u, even when he's the one in control. “look at u. taking me so good. shit—dont stop, baby, don't stop, right there—“
he loves eye contact. like loves it. hand wrapped around ur throat, thumb brushing ur jaw, and he's staring straight into ur soul while he fucks into u slow. “Your eyes so pretty. Don’t look away. Good girl.”
He has a habit of manhandling you, especially after he came back from the military, taehyung won’t sit u down. flipping you onto your stomach or pulling you across the bed by your hips without warning, just to see you gasp.
Taehyung finds a strange, erotic pleasure in slapping ur face—not to hurt u, but to shock u—and the second he does, he leans in with that boxy, devastating smile, watching ur eyes glaze over.
When he’s really lost in it his accent slips heavier, words coming out breathy and broken as he tells you how perfect you feel.
He will teach u dirty talk in his language, and when u accidentally slip a word during sex, he will fucking lose it.
Cockwarming. Ofc.
He is obsessed with your expressions; if u smile at him while he’s fucking u hard, he goes feral. thrusting deeper and faster bcuz ur smile is his biggest turn-on.
he whimpers. lowkey his biggest tell. when he's close, when u do something that hits just right, that deep little sound escapes and he hates how much it gives him away. so he'll try to cover it by kissing u harder.
hair pulling. his hair, not urs. he loves when u grab a fistful of it while he's going down on u. groans against u and it sends vibrations through ur whole body.
he's loud. not like screaming but constant. moans, groans, murmured praises, broken sentences. “baby—fuck—please—“ like he cant help it. like it's all spilling out of him.
he laughs during sex. like genuinely laughs. if something funny happens, if one of u trips over clothes, if a joke slips out — he'll throw his head back and laugh, still inside u, and then kiss u while he's still smiling. it's the most disarming thing.
he likes when u sit on his lap facing him. not just for sex — for making out, for talking, for existing together. but when it does lead to sex, he loves the closeness. foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air, slow and deep.
He got a sex tape of u. Always makes u take sexy poses naked and keep it in his folder. It’s sometimes not even in sexual way, he genuinely gets mesmerized by ur body and how u make every pic/vid look so good.
he says ur name. a lot. He whispers it, groans it, breathes it, moan it. It makes u go crazy.
he makes u cum first. always. always. it's not negotiable. making u cum multiple times, u hardly remember where u had only one orgasm with him, it’s always multiple. And he will edge himself for ages until ure exhausted, fast asleep and satisfied. ㅤ♡ྀི
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A/N: this is for my taehyung girlies on my inbox💞 hope it was to ur expectations, and dw! Im currently writing a one shot for taetae so stay tuned! Im not done with him yet 😋
📜 summary: sunlight spills through the curtains, jeongguk’s arms are wrapped around your waist, and neither of you have any intention of leaving the bed anytime soon. some mornings are made for lazy kisses, wandering hands, and falling in love with each other all over again.
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📜 tags/warnings: established relationship, soft smut, domestic intimacy, soft dom!jeongguk, praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, clingy boyfriend behavior, mutual pining but they’ve already won, excessive affection, aftercare, forehead kisses, light possessiveness (“my girl”), sleepy sex, afternoon sex, reader and jeongguk being disgustingly in love, tooth-rotting fluff, emotional softness, comfort, pancakes, no plot just yearning <3
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📜 word count: 2,474 words
Sunlight pleats through the heavy drapes in ridges of warm, muted caramel — the kind that belongs to afternoons that have nowhere to be, that settles over everything like it intends to stay.
Jeongguk has been awake for a while now, just watching you sleep. Your back is flush against his bare chest — the thin silk of your camisole catching the light where it rides up at your waist, where the sprawl of ink across his forearm holds you close; like letting go is something he hasn’t yet decided to do. You look so peaceful. He watches the slow rise of your chest, the way your lashes rest against your cheek, and thinks he would like to keep that repose on your face forever.
It is no different when you are awake — he looks at you then, too, and thinks he could listen to you for an eternity without ever growing tired, because your mind moves the way water does — never settling, always finding somewhere new to go.
He exhales softly into your hair, growing a tad restless now. He wants to see your eyes when they find his face — that fond, adoring way they always do. Like a hand pressed flat against his sternum, steadying him.
Although, he almost feels guilty. The ache you’re probably still carrying is his doing — last night’s tangled sheets, his hands tracing every inch of you like scripture, hours of relearning you over and over until neither of you could anymore. But how could he ever get enough of his sweet girl? The guilt dissolves when you shift in sleep, a small unconscious sound leaving your lips as you press closer — seeking him even now, even without knowing it.
“Baby,” he murmurs, voice languid with sleep, his lips drifting in slow, half-conscious trails over your shoulder, the nape of your neck — anywhere he can reach. A mumble of protest escapes you, and somehow, it only encourages him more. “Wake up, beautiful,” he tries again, his breath warm near your ear as he whispers sweet nothings in between.
“Gguk,” you protest, voice small and sleep-heavy. “S’too early.”
Letting out a fond huff at your whine, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, breathing you in. Like peaches and honey — the sweetness of your skin warm from sleep, something sun-ripened and entirely yours. “Early? Baby, it’s past twelve. We should be having lunch,” he says, warm and teasing.
“Then go have lunch,” you declare, unwilling to move.
There’s a pause. The kind that has a look in it — mischievous and not entirely innocent. “Oh, I’ll have my lunch, alright.”
And the next moment, he tugs on your arm, and you go with a small grumble, letting him draw you to face him. He curls around you immediately, like an octopus, his face burying in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek.
You continue whining, but you’re too malleable for your boyfriend to resist for long. With a quiet sigh, your fingers begin carding through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the way he always adores.
“Mmm.” He’s all contentment now, pressing kisses everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, your jaw — the muted sounds filling the room alongside your breathing and the rustle of sheets as his hips shift into yours, and you find yourself parting your thighs to make room for him.
You try to focus on his affection, tilting your head to give him more area to work on, but the visible strain in his boxers presses insistently against your thigh, impossible to ignore.
Instinctively, your thighs squeeze together, and the friction that jolts through you pulls a muffled curse from him. He pulls back just enough to look at you.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his bambi eyes earnest and searching, not wanting to push you too soon after last night.
Your heart does what it always does when he looks at you like that — melts completely. Instead of answering, you lean in and capture his plush lips with yours, the cool metal of his lip ring catching against your tongue as you sweep over his lower lip, coaxing him open. He parts for you eagerly, his tongue meeting yours as he grinds down against you in patient, rhythmic circles.
You press closer — you might as well be inside his skin, from how tangled together you are — your fingers gripping his hair and pulling him deeper, your sweet sounds of pleasure filling the sunlit room.
Jeongguk kisses you like he wants to bury his breath inside you, a lazy, starved heat that tangles your sighs together until you’re sharing the same taste.
“Gguk,” you breathe out, pulling back just enough to linger against his lips. “Please.”
“Please what, beautiful? Use your words,” he gently compels, sinking his weight deeper into the cradle of your thighs, emphasizing his desire.
A fragmented gasp escapes you. Your fingers curl against his bare chest, searching for something solid. “Please — please touch me.”
Jeongguk lets out a satisfied groan, like he’d give you the whole damn world if you kept looking at him like that, kept saying please so sweetly, like you’d let him take you apart at any hour of the day.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, soothing your restlessness with loving kisses across your cheek and temple, his hand slipping between your bodies to ease the whisper of silk from your hips.
He draws back to ease you onto your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. When he finally buries his head between your thighs, his gaze finds the warm dew of your arousal — his approval hums low against your ear, mellow and reverent.
“My sweet girl,” he murmurs, circling his thumb over your clit, content to take his time. “Always so ready for me.”
Your fingers curl around his bicep as your body tenses — just for a moment — before liquefying under his touch. “Only for you, Gguk,” you exhale, your free hand tracing the warmth of his neck, his chest, needing to feel him.
Your words seem to undo him, but instead of quickening, he reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss pressed right to your knuckles. A silent promise: just let go. I’ll take care of you.
He rustles low-voiced praise against your ear, mouths slumberous kisses into your skin, and when his fingers ease into you, you arch into him almost immediately, a flushed plea on your lips. He reads you effortlessly, his pace deepening as he slides in another finger, then another, stretching you open with a terrible, patient grace.
“Feels so good, Gguk,” you whine, lifting your eyes to his. The darkness in his gaze nearly undoes you — but it’s the contradiction of it, lust and tenderness living in the same look, that truly breaks you open. He touches you as though you’re the definition of everything he has been looking for.
“Yeah?” he hums, his thumb stroking your clit as his fingers work deeper, curling just right until you’re squeezing around him. “So good at taking it,” he murmurs, like it’s something private, something only he gets to say. “Just like that.”
The pleasure builds in swells — his fingers, his voice velvety at your ear, the scent of him — until your neck arches backwards, pulling you toward the edge. He pulls out briefly, fingers slick, only for his tongue to swirl—
“Ggukie, stop,” you gasp.
He stills immediately. He lifts his head, eyes widened and wary, already worried he’s asked too much of you after last night. “Shit, baby, I’m—”
You shake your head, pressing your finger gently to his lips.
“No. You’re perfect, Ggukie,” you promise, kissing his cheek to smooth the furrow between his brows. “I just—” You hesitate.
Something in him soft-pedals first. He reads you the way he always does — the small crease between your brows, the way your lip catches between your teeth. His thumb brushes your cheek before his palm settles there, warm and waiting.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” you finally say, a delicate flush rising to your cheeks, voice quiet and a little shy. “I want to feel you.”
He tries very hard not to coo. His lips twitch anyway, that familiar crooked, bunny smile breaking through as a wave of affection rises so fast it almost knocks him sideways. He eases his way up.
Slowly, he lays you back against the pillow, settling his weight completely over you, his large hands cradling your face like it’s the most precious thing to him.
You let out a small, startled puff of air, hands ghosting over his shoulders as you look up at him — wide-eyed, unguarded.
That seems to do him in entirely. He drops his forehead to yours and just — covers your face in kisses. Loud, sloppy, completely unabashed, murmuring in between: “You’re so damn cute.” “My pretty, shy girl.” “I love you so much.”
Your eyes go wide for just a moment before you dissolve — giggling helplessly, trying to protest between each press of his lips. “Ggukie, stop—” you say in a dazed whisper. But your hands don’t push him away. They cradle the back of his head instead, fingers threading through his hair.
He doesn’t stop. He can’t. You could simply breathe in his direction and he would be on his knees. That’s how deep it runs, and it lives plainly in the way he looks at you when he finally pulls back — still breathing raggedly, his eyes so liquid it almost aches.
You draw him closer until your foreheads touch. Nose to nose. A soft deflation.
“You love me so much,” you muse. Not exactly a surprise. Just a fact you like saying out loud. Certain.
“I really do,” he anchors, taking in your face like he wants to keep it somewhere safe. Like a memory folded and tucked close to the heart.
A stillness settles between you then — unrushed, comfortable.
“I love you,” you whisper. Then, with a sheepish smile: “But um... I really need you, Ggukie.”
His eyebrows shoot up slightly, like he’d genuinely forgotten what you were doing before the cuteness overwhelmed him. A flush rises to his cheeks. He lets out an abashed, breathy laugh and brushes his nose against yours.
“I’m at your service, pretty girl,” he declares, grinning, earning a swat to his chest and your laughter in return.
He catches your hand, brings it to his lips — a kiss pressed to the center of your palm — then reaches down to slide off his boxers, discarding them somewhere behind him.
He’s already hard, has been, and even after all this time, the sight of him makes heat bloom across your cheeks. It still feels intimate. It still feels like something special, for only your eyes.
He makes everything feel that way.
He gives himself a few slow strokes, lining up to your entrance, his eyes never leaving your face. You press feather-light kisses to his chest and shoulder while you wait, and he returns each one with a knowing smile or a kiss to your temple.
“Ready?” he asks, patient.
You nod, murmuring a hushed “yes,” and he sinks in slowly — just enough to let you feel him — before the slickness draws him deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully rooted inside you.
He watches your face. Waits.
And when he finds only pliancy there, only warmth, something in his own expression thaws completely. He braces on his forearms on either side of you, and looks at you.
“What am I going to do with you, hm?” he rumbles.
The question surprises a laugh out of you. He answers it by leaning down and kissing you over and over, chasing the sound of it on your tongue.
“Whatever you want, Gguk. I’m all yours,” you affirm.
“All mine,” he echoes devoutly. “My pretty girl.”
He begins to rock into you — slow and sensual, his hips finding a rhythm that feels like ‘mine’. His voice drops raspy, a cascade of sweet nothings that blurs at the edges until it’s just his silky baritone, the warmth of him, the fullness of him.
“I can’t think when I’m inside you. All I can do is feel.”
“Then feel me.”
So he does.
Every muttered word. Every slow thrust. It makes you feel cherished.
“You’re doing so well for me, baby — taking me so well,” as his mouth paints the line of your throat, leaving behind love bites. His favourite thing to do.
He wants his sweet girl to walk around wearing his love.
He fucks you slow, the kind of slow that makes time disappear.
The kind where his hands find yours, fingers pinning together beside your head.
A quiet, throaty hum rolls from you like you’re still half-asleep. Your legs lift slowly, knees brushing his ribs. He watches them move, watches you offer yourself up, and the corner of his lips twitch.
“Legs around my waist, baby.” His forehead presses to yours, eyes closed. “That’s it. That’s exactly it.”
“Fill me up?”
“Mm... say please first.”
“Please, Ggukie,” you sigh.
He cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek, and kisses you as he keeps that leisure, rolling rhythm — rocking into you again and again until his hips pulses and he spills deep, warm, and full, moaning softly into your mouth.
The room blurs until there’s nothing left but haze, climbing slowly, feverishly, until you reach the edge together.
And when the release finally radiates outward, it feels electric. Not just the physical closeness, though that is its own kind of beautiful. It’s the feeling of being fully known, fully held — intertwined and inseparable, two people briefly becoming one heartbeat.
The room is cocooned and gold and very quiet. Your heartbeat is still finding its way back to something steady.
Afterward, Jeongguk disappears briefly and returns with a damp cloth, running it over your skin with the same attentive care he gives everything that matters to him. He stays close, lips nesting against your shoulder, your temple, the curve of your jaw — weaving between each kiss how loved you are, how beautiful you make his life, how much he adores you. You don’t say anything. You just let him.
You wonder sometimes if he knows what it feels like — to be loved by him. You don’t think he does. It lives in every part of you the moment you think of his name, wresting from you past all control.
Later, wrapped in his hoodie, you slip your arms around his waist from behind as he makes pancakes. A somnolent peace settles over the kitchen, over you, over everything.
You kiss his cheek. Once. Twice. Seal a muffled ‘I love you so much’ against his jaw.
He turns. Kisses you breathless. The pancakes are forgotten.
Until it’s just stolen kisses, breakfast at odd hours, and the safety of love.
After you two break up to resolve an argument, your ex-boyfriend shows up at your door drunk saying that he can’t accept that you’re not his anymore.
ex-lovers. ex-boyfriend!jk ── profanity. mentions of objects being thrown (not at each other) & yelling! kissing. physical touch. alcohol intoxication. inspired by “Stick With You” by TXT!
length. 0.7k
memos. Just had to write a mini drabble after constantly listening to “Stick With You” by TXT — it’s so yearner!jk coded. Hope you enjoy!
minis collection | main masterlist
*tw: there are mentions of yelling and objects being thrown.*
You stare at the slight crack and scratch in the floorboards a few feet away from you, recalling that night. It was the night you and your ex-boyfriend had a huge argument. Your mind replays the yelling, crying and how he threw one of the dining room chairs at the floor in anger. Why it started or how it even escalated to that point is now all a blur. There was no reason for that argument to have ended that way.
You stand still, your eyes burning as you continue to stare at the floor. Your throat also begins to burn as you try to hold back your tears.
"Open the door." A familiar voice sounds from the other side of your front door. "Hurry up and open the door." The voice repeats the command and you recognize that cadence immediately.
Rushing over to the door, your right hand reaches out and turn the knob. You're greeted by your ex-boyfriend and he stumbles in front of you after seeing that his command has been fulfilled.
"Good, you're home." He stumbles once before leaning the left side of his body against the doorframe to stabilize himself.
"What are you doing here, Jungkook?" Your voice is tired and hoarse.
"I fucked up." He has a dazed look in his eyes while they're on you.
"You're drunk, Jungkook. Go home." You whisper and exhale softly.
Jungkook swallows and tilts his head to the side while closing his eyes. He opens them again and presses his lips together. He shakes his head, trying to sober up. "I fucked up so bad. I'm sorry." His eyes soften as the whites of his eyes begin to dye a light pink.
You exhale softly again and blink twice. "What's the point of apologizing now? You made it clear that you don't want to be together anymore." You then let out a cough into your elbow.
"Are you sick?" Jungkook coos, his eyes now holding slight focus.
You clear your throat and lower your elbow back down to its side. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"You don't look fine." Jungkook blinks slowly, raising his right arm to rest the back of his right hand against your forehead. "You have a fever." He notices the lack of color in your complexion and your pale lips.
"I said I'm fine." You softly move his arm away from your forehead with your left hand.
He now stands up straight, no longer supporting his body on your doorframe. He takes a step closer to you, "I hate being apart from you. I can't stand that you're not mine anymore."
"You broke up with me." You remind him of the fight that you two had one month ago.
"I know. I know I did. But like I said, I fucked up. I shouldn't have ended it like that. I just wanted to stop fighting all the time."
"That's exactly why we don't work well together. I don't want to fight all the time anymore either. I'm tired of it." Your breath shudders as tears begin to well up in your eyes. "Go home." You step aside and push the door forward halfway to close it on him.
Jungkook then slams his right hand on the surface of the door and swings it open again. He breathes heavily, staring at you intensely. "I don't want us to be over. I want to be with you again." He takes a step closer and pushes the door shut with his right arm so that it closes with a thud. He raises his left hand to cup the right side of your jaw and leans his face in to press his lips against yours.
You inhale softly at his touch and immediately wrap your arms around your ex-boyfriend's neck. You could taste the whiskey on his lips as he kisses you sloppily. His hands now squeeze your waist and pulls you closer to him so your chest is pushed against his.
His hands slide down to your hips and your fingernails softly dig into the back of his neck. Jungkook's lips then pull away from yours, "Mm. You gave me your cold."
You blink and keep your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands remain on your hips, "Do you want to come in?"
"Does this mean you're taking me back?" He licks his lips and glances down at your lips. His face leans closer, hungry for your lips.
You smirk as your eyes smile, "We'll see." You whisper, unwrapping your arms from around his neck. You take his right hand off of your hip with your left and walk him inside your apartment to continue what you two had just started again.
do you have any bro’s best friend jk recs? i looked a bit through your acc and couldn’t find any but i apologize in advance if you’ve already posted smth along those lines !!
Brother's BestFriend au ~ Jeon Jungkook
⤷ ゛Chasing Cars by @oddinary4bts — Series | college au, when your brother goes to study abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie — Series | Best friend's brother + enemies to lovers Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to consider him a friend, but then he went from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it gave you whiplash. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Hold Me Close by @ahundredtimesover — Series | 41.8k, When you're asked to look after your parents' house, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take a trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager, you're still a professional trying not to disappoint her parents and that turns out to be your undoing. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Clandestine by @junghelioseok — Series | Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader's slightly younger brother. He's sexy, charismatic, and definitely knows what he wants. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Milestone by @1kook — One-shot | Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Brother's Best Friend by @kpopmultistanfanficarchive — One-shot | college au reader shares a college apartment with her brother, consequently also her boyfriend's best friend and they have to keep their secret relationship hidden ˎˊ˗
here are some in my TBR too, you can check out.
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you don't have to apologize dear, i haven't posted it. im sorry you had to search my account and couldn't find it but here it is anyways. happy reading.
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MINORS DNI - warnings : unprotected sex , risky sex , cowgirl , missionary , creampie , biting , licking , hair grabbing ( if you squint ) !!
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You stormed into Jungkook’s office once again, your heels clicking sharply, louder than the whispers of your coworkers. The door slammed shut behind you, echoing your annoyance.
“I am so done!”
Across the room, Jungkook didn’t even bother looking up from the stack of papers in front of him.
“Good morning to you too.”
“It is not a good morning.”
“Hm.”
You dropped a folder onto his desk with enough force to make the scattered papers on his table shift.
“The printer hates me!”
“The printer doesn’t hate you.”
“It absolutely does. It jammed three times.”
“Maybe you just don’t know how to use it properly.”
Your eyes went to him immediately, and for a second you doubted his patience. Why is he so calm with you even when you’re making a scene at eight in the morning?
It’s always been like this with Jungkook. Now don’t get me wrong, you’re an excellent secretary. You do as you’re supposed to do, but you’re not that good for him to be so laidback when you’re shaking up the whole office on a monday morning
When you first became Jungkook’s secretary three years ago, your coworkers had started a bet on how long you’d last on your new promotion. The longest they assumed was a week, maybe two max. Nobody had expected you to survive three years—least of all yourself.
The silence finally earned you a glance by him.
His dark eyes lifted from the paperwork to you, completely unfazed. His gaze flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes, which made you shake off from your thoughts.
The air between you two felt too tight almost suffocating, too still and just too much.
“What?” you asked, suddenly aware of his gaze on you lasting a bit too long than normal since you’d wandered to his desk.
“Nothing.” The answer out of his lips came too quickly, as if he didn’t need to think twice about the thick tension between you both right now.
You narrowed your eyes at him. You felt a knot in your stomach tightening, and you’re thanking god inside your head that your hair was down today, so he couldn’t see your burning red ears.
“You keep staring.” you mumble, with the intention of him not hearing you. But he did.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you’re just distracting.” Finally, he set his pen down, his gaze dropping back to the untouched papers on his table he probably needs to finish today.
“And you came to me because…?” Jungkook asked you with his gaze on the papers. His desk messier than how you’ve usually seen it before.
You exhaled slowly through your mouth. “Because the printer isn’t working.”
“You already said that.”
“Yes,” you said, a little more shaky than you normally talk to him. “That’s kind of the problem.”
For a second, he just looked at you and you were about to worry about your ears burning again. But then, very slowly, the corner of his mouth twitched. Not quite a smile, not quite anything soft. You couldn’t exactly point out what it was, all you knew is that it wasn’t sweet.
Now you didn’t have the ears to worry about, it was your cheeks this time. You felt your face flushing pink and you couldn’t even hide it anymore, even if you tried.
You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but I guess he did by the smirk that twitched wider on the corner of his lips. Jungkook pushed back from his chair and stood up, the movement quiet but it made your heart beat so loud you felt it almost bursting open out of your ribcage.
He walked around the desk without breaking eye contact, each step closing the distance between you two until there was barely any left at all.
For three years, you had walked into this office without a second thought, almost like you owned it. But at this moment, this office is the last place you want to be in right now.
His steps came slowly, each one coming closer to you. Your mind could only scream for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. But it didn’t.
”When will we stop pretending?” he said quietly, as if he were frustrated with you, something you’ve never seen before, even when you were acting insufferable in purpose.
”I am not pretending.” you manage to mutter quietly as if you weren’t proud of your words
”No?” he tilted his head slightly “Because from where I’m standing,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “it looks exactly like pretending.”
His words lingered in the thick air between you that’s filled with tension. Your lips parted instinctively, as if you had an answer for him when you know you didn’t. The words caught somewhere in your throat and didn’t make it out.
As soon as you opened your mouth again, Jungkook took one last step making his mouth crash into yours, taking advantage of your slightly opened mouth. You gasp in his mouth when he suddenly kisses you. His hand was on the back of your head, his fingers curling around your hair.
Your hands were curled up on a tight fist against his chest, but the hesitation didn’t last long as you melted into his kiss. You let out a helpless whimper, and he was more than happy to claim it by swallowing it into his own mouth.
You gently pushed him away from you to gasp for air with the fist you had on his chest as both of your mixed saliva string connected both of your lips.
Your cheeks were burning hot, you could practically feel how flushed they were without needing to look into a mirror. Your eyelashes fluttering as you looked at his plump pink lips caused by the steaming hot kiss you two just shared.
You tiptoed, your lips reaching his level as you went in for another kiss, this one was way sloppier than the last. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands slightly toying with his chain.
His hands went under your skirt, his rings cooling your thighs making you shiver under his touch.
You were so deep into the kiss, that you didn’t even notice Jungkook guiding you backward toward his office desk. It wasn’t until you felt the back of your thighs press against the cold wood.
That’s when Jungkook pulled away from the kiss drawing a quiet whine of protest from your mouth. His large hands settled on your waist, your eyes widened on how effortlessly his hands fit around you, as if they were meant to hold around you like that. He lifted you up with ease before you could form a thought, making you feel as light as a feather
His gaze finally went in yours, seeing you sitting on his office table. He should be working, writing emails and reading papers like his usual boring days, but he can’t help himself when you’re sitting on his desk, with his hands at both sides of the table, caging you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.
Your fingers hesitated for a second before finding the top button of Jungkook’s shirt almost automatically, you felt his burning gaze never leaving your face, but you didn’t have the courage to look at him. He watched you in quiet amusement, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft smile as you slowly undid the first button, then the next, until you unbuttoned the last one, making you let out a shaky sigh you didn’t even know you were holding.
The white fabric parted open beneath your fingers revealing his bare chest. The silence was warm, neither of you spoke at first, but you never noticed anyway. You were too busy analysing his naked upper body, you let your gaze drift to his tattoos but you looked away, your eyes finally looking into his immediately when you noticed he was about to say something.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” you said too quickly, as if you planned it beforehand in your mind, which you did.
He let out a short, almost mocking chuckle. “Right.”
You rolled your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warm, as if they weren’t any warmer before.
“Get over yourself..I-I was just looking at the tattoos.”
“Uh-huh.” Jungkook said, clearly not believing what just came out of your mouth, his gaze dropping on it automatically. That’s when he got hypnotised by your plump lips once again, grabbing your cheek with his tattoed hand as he pecked the corner of your lips.
His pecks slowly shifted to your neck. The gasp you tried to hold back escaped your mouth when he kissed your sweet spot. You felt his cold lip piercing against your warm neck as he kissed it, making you shiver.
A small smile tugged on his lips. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft enough to make you smile back.
His smile dropped to a more serious look as his eyes drifted to the other side of your neck, leaning over to kiss it. You tilted your head to the side to give him more space, as he was sucking on sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. You let out a loud moan, as your eyebrows knit together into a pleasured frown.
He was now sucking roughly at your soft neck, painting your skin in a vibrant dark violet colour. He then bit that sweet spot making a loud shameless whimper slip out of your lips, before licking it throughly to soothen the bite mark he just left on you.
You felt his hands crawl under your skirt forcing your breath to hitch as you look up at him. Your brain is hazy with need, that you shamelessly pushed your skirt off, as it falls under both of you on the ground. His hands gripping on your thighs wasn't helping your self respect to rise back. It’s like the bratty attitude you always had with him just left your body for good.
His grip shifted from your thighs to under your shirt, his hands going over the sides of your waist as he takes your shirt off throwing it without a care in the world.
"You’re so pretty” he mutters against your neck causing an aching pain between your legs for his touch.
He placed open mouth kisses from your neck down to your upper chest that was spilling out of your bra. He looked up at you as he left one last lingering kiss on your chest before standing up again.
You sighed in frustration, he was clearly teasing you with the biggest smile on his face while doing it. Jungkook chuckled looking at the faint frown tugged at your features. His hands gave you a light tap on your hips, signaling you to lift them, and you did it almost instantly, without any second thoughts.
Your eyes softened looking at him. Your attention was on his piercing eyes, you only saw the sight of him like this when he was trying to focus reading important files, but this time it was because of you and your doings to him. He pulled down your panties in one swift motion, you gasped when the cold air hit your core.
Your folds were glistening with your own wetness, he took it as an invitation to slip his middle finger, finding your soaked and swollen pussy. Your hands flew almost immediately on his broad shoulders for support, melting into the touch, hips bucking against his hand like a shameless dog in heat, but that was the least of your worries right now.
He added another finger, sliding smoothly by the help of your arousal.
”Jungkook..” You let out a loud moan calling his name, and he felt himself twitch in his pants. Something about you moaning his name had him so dizzy, he could barely think or stand straight.
”Hm? Are you close?” He asked with his deep voice that made your stomach knot. You bit back a moan nodding as the pace of his fingers picked up. The combination of both his fingers inside you and the pressure his palm had on your clit was overwhelming. Your breath came out in short pants, as your walls clenched his fingers so tightly, greedily sucking him in like there’s no tomorrow.
The second he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers tightly, knowing you were close, he removed his fingers. The loss making you whine as you looked up at him with glossy and needy eyes.
He chuckled at your helpless state, making your cheeks flush out of embarrassment. But that feeling went away as soon as you heard a belt unbuckling.
Your eyes drifted down to his waist, he was unbuckling his pants. You never thought you’d see this sight of Jungkook, but I guess your coworkers weren’t lying after all. Jungkook did get distracted by you, not like you were complaining anyway…
You got out of your thoughts as Jungkook pushed his pants down. You saw his very much hard and visible print, his cock wanting to be freed out of his tight grey Calvin Klein boxers, and you swore your mouth was almost drooling at the sight of him like that. He hooks his finger into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down his thighs, just enough for his dick to escape.
You gulped at the sight of his dick hard, caused by you. His hands grip your thighs firmly, spreading them. You let out a careless loud whimper when you felt his tip smack your wet and glistening lips.
Jungkook watched the reactions on your soft features the whole time, he watched as your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, as your mouth parts to let out shaky whimpers and as you bit your own lip to try and stop the sounds you’re making, but failing each time.
You looked at his bright pink tip, with precum coming out of the slit before he lined his cock up with your entrance. He inserts the tip in, reaching under your back to make you arch up into him.
You let out a breathless moan at the burning but pleasuring stretch. He pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, watching pleasured reactions take over your face the entire time.
Jungkook’s brows forrowed with pleasure, as he looks down at the sight of both of you interacting. He presses his lips together, his lip piercing shining as it catches the light at just the right angle.
Once he’s completely inside you, he stops for a moment to let you adjust to his size. You’re so impatient that you start rocking your hips upwards to meet his. He chuckles at your eagerness before gently pushing you lower on your back. Your bare back meeting the cold wood making you tremble, but the sight of him planting both hands on the table next to your head, with you standing between them and his face closer to yours made you forget all about the uncomfortable and rock-hard desk you’re laying on.
He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder so the sounds of both of your bodies meeting and your loud moans fill the room, not thinking twice about the other workers outside of the office. He holds your thighs securely but not tight enough to bruise while fucking you. His pace starts to become almost animalistic as the office desk creaks beneath both of your bodies.
You bring him down by his chain for a messy open kiss as you moan and whimper against his lips shamelessly. Your mouths stay parted over each others, both letting out short breaths.
You moan into his neck as your knuckles whitening while digging your nails into his back, that’s certainly going to leave a scratch mark.
He groaned from the burning pain you’d caused, but it only awakened his animalistic pace even more. You felt the tingling pleasure on your stomach, your walls clinging tightly around his cock.
”Are you close?” Jungkook asks breathlessly, his eyes looking into flushed face.
”Mhm..” You only managed to let out a whimpering mumble. His thrusts becoming more passionate bringing you closer to your release.
He continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming sloppier as you find your release.
Jungkook pulls out of you, his arm caging around your waist tightly as he carries you up with one arm. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he sat on his leather chair with you straddling him on top.
You let out a sigh before looking into his eyes, leaning in to kiss him, this time not so shyly. You caged his lip piercing with your teeth, slightly pulling it to make Jungkook groan but you couldn’t seem to figure out if it was from pleasure or pain.
You giggled teasingly before letting the piercing escape your teeth as you give his lower lip one last lick. You were about to pull away but Jungkook grabbed your face, not so gently before pulling you closer in another claiming kiss.
The heat between your legs never fully shutting down. You pushed your hips up, his tip teasing your entrance as you sink back down, pushing him inside you.
His wide girth stretching you open once again. Jungkook’s hand grip your thighs instinctively helping you move up and down on him. He lays his head back on his chair letting you take over, admiring your body.
”Fuck..you’re so tight..” He praised you with his husky and deep voice as he hit bottom inside of you. His eyes drifting to your stomach, seeing his hard cock making your stomach bulge. That view of you taking him so well made his cock twitch inside of you.
His hands gripped your hips tighter this time, bouncing you up and down his length. His eyes only focusing on the sight of his dick stretching your pussy open, as if it could dissapear any moment.
Your moans filled the room as you came without a warning. He fucked you throughout your orgasm, as soon as you were done he finally let himself go, throwing warm ropes of cum inside of you.
You felt his cock twitching from time to time, your head was inside the crook of his neck as you two stayed like that for a while.
Neither of you spoke for a minute, the room was filled with you both catching your breath’s. The scent of sex lingered throughout his office, fingers tracing slow circles along your back, and every now and then he’d press a lingering kiss against your hair.
“You know,” he murmured, breaking the silence “you’re ridiculously clingy.”
You smiled against his neck. “You say that like you’re trying to get me to move.”
“I’m doing the opposite actually” He said with a smile on his face you couldn’t see, but you definitely could hear it from his teasing tone.
“Thought so.”
His quiet laugh vibrated beneath your head, before grabbing your waist carefully lifting you up, which had him pull out of you with a plop making you whine from the loss you were just clenching on.
”Let’s go get you cleaned up..”
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You were the town's good girl. He was the town's mistake. In a place where everyone already knows your name, the hardest thing to escape is the version of yourself they’ve decided to keep.
Jungkook has spent twenty years being told he’ll become nothing. You’ve spent twenty years trying to become everything.
And now the chance to finally run away is right in front of you.
But the problem is . . . love doesn’t always make running away easy. Sometimes it only gives you something to lose.
･ ୭౿ tropes/au :: childhood friends to lovers, small town au, angst, slow burn, coming-of-age, family drama, trauma bonding
･ ୭౿ notes :: i've had this fic sitting in my notes for months, and honestly... i think i should've written it back when i was deeply attached to it. i don't think i can execute it the way i want to right now. this story touches on a lot of things i'm personally struggling with, and while i originally wanted to write it as a way to cope, i realized i'm really not in the right headspace for it at the moment. so, instead of forcing it, i'm gonna throw this into the void </3 maybe one day, when i'm doing a lot better mentally and life feels a little lighter, i'll come back and write this story the way it deserves to be written.
until then... here's the little prologue i wrote!
━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 ::
You hate this town.
The thought arrives sharp and uninvited as you lie in bed, eyes fixed on the window, watching the way the winter dark settles over the streets like a second skin. Streetlights hum low and yellow, their glow barely reaching the edges of cracked sidewalks and sagging porches. Houses crouch close together, windows shuttered against the night, each one a small fortress guarding secrets everyone already knows.
People here suck the life out of everything.
They watch and they remember. They collect small failures like coins in a jar, rattling them whenever someone tries to walk a different path. No one escapes the version of themselves the town decided on years ago. Not the boy down the street who once stole a pack of gum and is still the thief at thirty. Not the girl whose family lost their farm and now carries the scent of ruin wherever she goes.
And certainly not you.
Just like your mother.
Ever since your father died, your mother has unraveled in small, unseen ways. She moves through rooms like someone searching for a door that no longer exists, her hands restless with objects she picks up and sets down again without purpose. Her laughter comes too sudden and too loud, cutting across quiet evenings like glass breaking. Some mornings she stares at her reflection too long, fingers tracing the lines that grief carved into her face, while other nights she disappears until the early hours, chasing warmth with men — men who leave before morning, men who pretend they don’t know her name when they pass her on the street.
The town started calling her crazy in that soft, pitying tone they use when they want to sound kind. They don't call her a whore. At least not to her face. But just crazy. As if the word wraps their judgment in softer cloth.
She works the night shift at the town’s only grocery store, stacking shelves, running the register, and cleaning up after closing in the harsh fluorescent light. It’s a plain, exhausting job — the kind that keeps the lights on and food in the fridge but never fills the hollow spaces. She still shows up, still plays the part, smiling tiredly at the late customers who come in for beer and cigarettes. But you notice the small cracks — the way her hands shake some mornings when she buttons her coat, the way her lipstick sometimes smears at the edges like a secret she can’t quite hide. She pretends the routine keeps her steady. You know it doesn’t.
Most nights she still ends up at Damon’s bar or in someone else’s bed, chasing comfort that never lasts.
Before she leaves for the night she always pauses at your door. The hallway light catches the side of her face, softening the lines grief has left behind. She tells you to be safe, to keep the doors locked until she comes back, her voice low and careful, the words worn from too many repetitions.
You listen. You always listen, nodding once in the dim glow, fingers tight around the edge of your sleeve. She leans in then, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her lips cool and brief, the faint trace of her perfume lingering like borrowed warmth in the quiet air.
“Be safe, doll.” She says.
She calls you that sometimes, the nickname your father gave you, and the word lands like a stone in still water.
You hate it.
For a moment her eyes hold yours, heavy with something she never quite names. Then the door clicks shut behind her, the sound sharp in the empty house, leaving only the faint echo and the weight of her absence pressing close against your chest.
She wants you perfect. Polished. The one good thing to come out of her mess. She arranges your hair and straightens your clothes like you’re something she can fix, something that might redeem the way the town looks at her.
They pity you for it. You hear it in the soft tones at the grocery store, in the way teachers used to smile at you a little too long, in the neighbors who drop off casseroles with sympathetic eyes.
That poor girl. Such a good kid stuck in that miserable house. A flower growing in cracked concrete, they seem to say without saying.
You hate that too.
You don’t feel like a flower. You don’t feel good or pure or worth saving.
Most days you feel worse than your mother.
The loneliness always sits in your bones like damp cold that never leaves. You miss people, you miss the way the house felt before grief hollowed it out, you miss the version of your mother who used to hum while cooking. You miss pieces of yourself you can’t name.
At night the emptiness presses close, whispering that maybe you’re the crazy one. The one who smiles politely at school and keeps her grades high while something inside cracks wider each year. The one who lies awake feeling untethered, floating in a life that doesn’t quite fit, always reaching for something just out of reach.
You sigh, the sound slipping out slow and tired into the dark of your room. The blankets feel too heavy tonight, tangled around your legs like they want to hold you down. You push them aside, feet meeting the cold floorboards with a quiet creak. The house is silent now, your mother long gone, her car lights swallowed by the street hours ago. You move to the window on unsteady legs, drawn there the way you always are when the emptiness grows teeth.
You press your forehead to the glass, letting the chill sink deeper. It travels through skin and skull, a sharp, clean cold that cuts through the fog in your mind. Outside, the winter night sits heavy over everything. The oak tree stands like it always has, thick trunk scarred by years of wind and time, its branches reaching out over the narrow street.
And there he is.
Jungkook.
Hidden behind the tree, right on time like he always is once your mother’s taillights disappear. He leans against the rough bark, shoulders curved in that familiar way, jacket hanging loose on his frame.
You’ve known him since you were six.
Two kids in the corner of the schoolyard who saw the same cracks in each other without needing words. He was the boy with bruises no one asked about. You were the girl learning how to smile through the hole your father left behind. From that day on, you felt like the same person split into two bodies — carrying the same weight, marked by the same town, surviving the same quiet disasters. He understands the parts of you that scare you most. And you understand his.
He looks up. The faint light catches his face, and he smiles. It's a smile that reaches his eyes even in the dark. A smile that says he’s been waiting for your signal, for the moment you decide the night is yours.
Your boyfriend. The only person who ever made this place feel less like a cage.
He doesn’t call out, he knows he shouldn't, he's careful. He just waits, patient as winter itself, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, the ember glowing once before fading.
Your chest tightens. You haven’t told him yet.
Your eyes drift to the university application letter sitting on your desk, slightly buried under a few books. The envelope is plain, the stamp neat and official.
A way out.
A future that doesn’t smell like this town’s stale gossip and old regrets. The thought should bring relief. Instead it sits like ice in your stomach. You trace the edge of the paper with one finger, the sharp corner biting into your skin. You imagine sliding it into the mailbox tomorrow, sealing something you can’t take back.
Leaving means leaving him.
The realization hurts every time you let yourself think it. Leaving the boy who has stood beside you since you were both children, the one who knows how your silences mean different things, the one whose hands have always found yours in the dark without asking why. Your beloved boyfriend. The person who makes the long nights bearable. How do you walk away from that? from him? How do you pack your life into a suitcase and step onto a bus or train knowing he’ll still be here, stuck under the same weight, carrying the same names the town branded on him?
And your mother.
The thought twists deeper.
Leaving her alone in this house with its echoing rooms and too many memories.
She calls you doll and kisses your forehead before slipping out into nights that break her a little more each time. Who would remind her to eat? Who would lock the doors behind her? Who would sit with her on the bad mornings when the grief sits too heavy on her shoulders? You would be gone, chasing something better, while she stays here unraveling in the same place that broke her.
Fucking hell.
You absolutely hate this fucking town.
The words echo in your head as you stare down at Jungkook. You hate what it does to people. How it decides your story before you’ve lived it. What it has done to your mother — turning her grief into gossip, her loneliness into something they whisper about over coffee. What it has done to Jungkook — labeling him trouble before he ever had the chance to be anything else, making him carry his father’s mistakes and his sister’s sacrifices on his back. And what it is doing to you. Slowly carving out pieces until you don’t recognize what’s left.
Jungkook shifts below, tilting his head as if he can hear your thoughts from the ground. His smile softens, patient, waiting. He flicks the cigarette away, the small spark dying in the dark. You lift your hand and press it flat against the glass, a silent signal. He nods once, the movement small but sure.
Jungkook pushes off the tree and starts walking toward the house. You pull back from the window, heart tight, and move to open the door for him.
Description|_After a devastating event, you decided to take Route 66, aka the most famous road in America. You catch a hitchhike from a seven member motorcycle gang, vying for their mysterious leader’s attention amongst the endless mountains and winding roads.
Pairing(s)|_Biker!Jungkook x Fem!Reader
Genre(s)|_Americana, biker au, strangers to lovers, open road au
WC: 10.5 k
Warning(s)|_Swearing, use of cigarettes, brief suicidal thoughts, gun violence, blood, brief mentions of infidelity, sexually explicit content: dom jungkook, sub reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex (be safe!), multiple orgasms, semi-public sex
A/N: Here is a ff based off of Lana Del Rey’s, “Ride”. If y’all haven’t listened to that song, omg do yourself a favor and listen to it! It fits the vibe of this fic so well! I’m also soo proud of this. I wrote it so quickly (literally in like a couple of hours) and I’ve always been obsessed w the Americana aesthetic, especially Route 66. I hope you guys enjoy this cute little summer fic! :))
You rush down the road as quickly as you can, your feet giving out underneath you, your heels way too tall as your trip through large puddles on the pavement.
You sob uncontrollably, your face and hair a mess as you run down the street, needing to get away from this fucking town.
You open your phone, the torrential rain making it hard to operate as you open Siri.
“Fastest and cheapest way to get out of Chicago,” You scream into your phone over the rain.
“Sorry, I didn’t get that,” She replies in her monotone voice as you almost trip over your heels again.
“I said, fastest way- Fuck!” You scream as a car rushes into a puddle next to you, soaking you even more than you already are. You throw your phone onto the ground in anger, and it cracks instantly, broken beyond repair. Could this seriously get any worse?
“You doing alright, sweetheart?” A middle aged man asks, holding an umbrella as he looks at you with concern. You can only imagine how insane you look right now.
You don’t even have to consider his question. No, you’re not okay. You’re not even close. After your mom kicked you out because she’s sick of your partying habits, you decided to head to the mall and try to make yourself feel better by spending all your money on a really nice dress to surprise your boyfriend with. When you walked in, all you saw was him fucking your best friend. He hadn’t even cared enough to stop.
Now you have no money, no phone, a ruined outfit and a broken heart. And absolutely no where to go.
“No. I need to get out of here, fast and for cheap,” You try to explain over your sobs. Luckily, the man picks up what you’re saying. He smiles, pointing beside you.
“Take Route 66. It’ll take you all the way down to California. You’re pretty enough, I’m sure someone will give you a ride.”
You look beside you. A brown sign you hadn’t realized was there reads, “Historic Route, 66, Begin.” You quirk a brow, turning back to the man, but he’s gone, disappeared into the rain.
You decide to take his advice as you have no other option. You try to flag down the occasional car in the road, but none of them stop, instead spraying you with the dirty city water.
You hurriedly try to wave down a taxi, but your heel catches on the side of the sidewalk and you trip, falling into a giant puddle, sprawled out onto the middle of the road. You let out a desperate sob. Fuck this. Maybe you should lay down here and wait for it to all be over.
You don’t know how much time passes when you hear the loud sound of engines revving. You open your eyes, and to your surprise, you spot a couple of motorcycles pull over next to you, the smell of smoke and gas filling your nostrils.
You can hardly see how many there are, the rain making your vision blurry.
“Need a ride?” A voice asks. Without even thinking, you push yourself up, stumbling as you slowly make your way over to the biker that had spoken.
His bike is completely black, with chrome lighting decals spiraling up the body. The handles are decorated with various sorts of keychains and stickers. You look over at the man. He is dressed in all black like his bike: black cargo pants, black boots, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket. The only sort of color is the silver necklace around his neck with the number 7 attached to the end, glinting at you through the darkness.
Your gaze meets his. His head is covered by a black helmet, but his eyes meet yours. They contradict the rest of his vibe, being wide and curious, drinking you in as you narrow your eyes at him.
“How do I know you’re not some kind of kidnapper?” You ask, your own voice seeming far away. His eyes squint, as if smiling.
“If I were a kidnapper, I'd be a pretty terrible one. Asking politely and taking you on a bike where everyone could see you? C’mon.”
Despite yourself, you smile. The stranger holds out a helmet for you. You hesitantly take it and place it on your head, tightening the straps and straddling the bike behind him. Honestly, what other option do you have? You have nothing here. Even if you were kidnapped, you’re sure no one would notice, let alone care.
“Hold on tight,” He says, and you follow his instructions. He revs his engine, and so do the other bikers you had forgotten were there. He takes off, the rumbling of the engine surprising you.
The bike shoots through the empty Chicago night, the rain pelting you and the sound of the bike roaring in your ears. You grip the man’s jacket as hard as you can, as this is your first time on a motorcycle. He smells like cedar wood, smoke and bad decisions.
Despite all the awful circumstances, you can feel yourself grow weary. Your eyes feel heavy as you grab onto the man harder, basking in his warmth as you drift off to sleep.
Your eyes flutter open at the sound of thundering wind. You wake with a start, your eyes darting around you as you drink in your surroundings.
For miles ahead, all you can see is road and field. Panic settles in your heart as you realize that you’re sitting on a motorcycle, your arms around a man you don’t know. In fact, your hands seem to be bound together around him so you can’t move.
The memory of last night washes over you, and your heart is broken all over again. But more than anything, you feel panic. You don’t know where you are, who the people you are with are, not to mention the lack of money and phone. You’re completely fucked.
Before you can start freaking out, the man pulls over, pulling into the lot of a small gas station you hadn’t seen before. Once he turns off the engine, you start yelling.
“Where am I? Who are you? Why the fuck are my hands-“ You scream, but he interrupts you.
“Calm down! Give me a sec,” He mutters, and you can feel him fiddling with something around your hands. You hear a click and all of a sudden you’re free. You immediately pull your hands back, practically falling off the bike, demanding answers with your eyes.
“Why the hell did you handcuff me?” You ask, eyeing the black handcuffs that he’s spinning around his finger.
“You fell asleep. I didn’t want you to fall off. Oh, by the way, in my twenty eight years of life, never have I ever seen someone fall asleep on a motorcycle. That’s impressive,” He states. Your eyebrows raise. Well, he’s definitely your elder- by five years, in fact- but he’s not a creepy old man like you had feared, so that’s good.
“I had a long night, okay? Also, why do you just have handcuffs on you?” You ask. Even though you can’t see his face, the sly look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.
You throw your hands up, turning around to storm into the gas station. You need to get a phone and call someone to come and get you. You don’t know who would at this point, but you could try.
“Hey, wait a second, where are you going?” He shouts, chasing after you.
“What could you possibly-“ Your voice catches as you turn around, meeting his stare.
He had taken his helmet off, and holy shit, is he gorgeous. His raven black hair is messy in a way that’s still sexy, his face devastatingly handsome yet one that holds a childlike mischievousness even though he’s pushing thirty. He’s much taller than you had initially realized, and his shirt hugs a body that promises strong muscles.
You feel stupid at how you become speechless, and he quirks a smile, noticing it too. He folds his arm and taps his finger against his arm, like an impatient teacher. You finally find your words, clearing your throat as your cheeks heat. You suddenly feel insecure. You must look insane right now.
“Where am I, who are you, and why did you give me a ride?” You ask the most pressing questions in your mind.
“You’re still in Illinois, but we’re close to the border of Missouri. We’re on Route 66. Y’know, the most famous road in America?” You nod, having already figured that out, and he continues, “My name is Jungkook. I’m a biker. My friends and I travel this road often, so you’re in good hands.”
He gestures to the group you hadn’t realized gathered around you. You look around, studying all their faces and finding no danger. At least, none that you can detect. They all look relatively friendly.
“The one in pink is Namjoon. Blue is Taehyung. Yellow is Hoseok, purple is Jin, green is Yoongi, orange is Jimin, and my color is black, of course,” He introduces each man who waves at you, the helmets in their hands matching their bike colors.
“Okay, now answer my last question. Why did you take me with you?” You question. Jungkook stares at you as if you had asked a dumb question.
“You needed help,” He says as if it was obvious, “plus, it’s nice to look at a pretty girl after weeks of staring at these losers.” He punctuates his sentence by punching Jimin in the chest, to which he shoves him back with a laugh.
You don’t know why your face gets red when Jungkook calls you pretty. This is definitely a weird situation you’ve gotten yourself into, but you don’t seem to be in danger. You actually find yourself kind of excited. Having been living near the start of it, you had heard of Route 66 but had never imagined yourself traveling it, let alone with nothing on you but clothes.
“C’mon, let’s freshen you up. We know the owner of this place, she’s cool,” Hoseok says as you follow him into the gas station.
It’s a cozy little place, with only a few gas pumps and a small building. You walk inside to be met with a heavily decorated area, with many stickers and memorabilia of Route 66, the most notable one being a giant, lit up cowboy hat with the gas station’s name on it.
Your newly found friends seem to be friendly with the owner, which tells you they really have taken this route a bunch of times. You make a mental note to ask why as the owner leads you behind the counter into the back room.
She hands you shorts, a T-shirt with a horse shoe on it, and boots. She leaves you to change and you freshen up in a little bathroom she has back there, feeling embarrassed by how crazy you look. You manage to wipe off your makeup and mangle your hair into a braid before pulling on your outfit. It feels a bit weird, especially since you’re used to the basic city outfits of sneakers and leggings, but it’s better than nothing.
You exit feeling better, but a little bit out of place.
“You should grab something to eat. The next rest stop is pretty far away,” Taehyung suggests. You nod and grab some snacks and a drink, placing it on the counter as he pulls out a wad of cash. Normally you would feel awkward about letting someone else pay for you, but you don’t really have another option.
As you’re checking out, your eyes narrow onto a heart that’s carved into the wall. It reads, “A+J, Route 66, 2001.” Your heart sinks at that. You and your ex had shared that out loud, fearless kind of love. Had. You hold back tears as you grab your snacks and exit the gas station with the rest of the boys.
You hop on Jungkook’s bike behind him as he revs up the engine and starts off again. You note how the other boys seem to follow him, forming into a seamless position behind him like it’s rehearsed.
Your heart lurches at the speed, but you find yourself used to it as you lean back a little, observing your surroundings. The breeze chills you a bit, notifying you that you’re definitely still in Illinois.
“So, can I ask what happened that made you lie down in the middle of the street last night?” Jungkook asks, disturbing your thoughts. You scrunch your eyebrows. You don’t like even thinking about it, much less putting it into words with him.
“No,” You state plainly, your hair whipping around your face.
“Ooh, what a mystery. Do I have the privilege of knowing where you work? How old you are? Your name?” You sigh as if giving this information is a burden.
“My name is ___. I am twenty three years old, and I am… a freelance writer,” You say hesitantly. Well, to be fair, it’s kind of true. You studied journalism but struggled to find a job after school, landing you in a permanent spot in your mom’s basement, hence why she kicked you out.
“Ah, okay, so the kind of youth that makes you stupid and a job that isn’t actually a job. Cool, I’ve picked up a rebellious stowaway,” Jungkook quips with humor in his voice. His words should sting, but they don’t, because they’re true. Honestly, they paint you better than what you are: the fuck up that still lives with her parents. You instead playfully hit him in the arm.
“Hey, you’re only five years older than me. And I would call ‘mysterious road biker’ a job, either,” You quip, expecting him to bite back, but he grows silent.
“You’d be surprised by how much can happen in five years,” He mutters so quietly you almost miss it. You decide to drop it, instead focusing your eyes on the beautiful scenery ahead of you.
It’s gorgeous, honestly, the lack of anything. Just plain fields and roads for as far as you can see. The vacancy in a world that is always busy is a nice change of pace. You hadn’t even seen someone else go by yet.
“How will it take to get to California?” You ask, suddenly excited by the destination that you had forgotten about.
“Two weeks if we’re fast. Close to a month if you want the sightseeing vibe.”
You go still.
A month… with seven strangers you don’t know, and absolutely nothing to your name.
What have you gotten yourself into?
You’re mad at Jungkook, and you’ve only known him for two days.
Yesterday, you all rode for the entire day, only stopping twice for a rest. You loved it, though, the feeling of wind in your hair and freedom pungent on your tongue.
That is, however, until Jungkook informed you that he and his friends had lost all of their gear in a “conflict” just before they picked you up. That means their tents, sleeping bags, and even their car that they kept all their shit in.
For sleeping arrangements, Namjoon had dragged all eight of you a mile off the road until he deemed it was safe, under a tree, barely concealed from the main road so there was really no point. You had slept fretfully, the ground not soothing your muscles since you were sore from sleeping on a motorcycle the night before, and little ants biting your ass.
You woke up before everyone else, and had spotted Jungkooo perched on a rock, watching the sunrise as it peeked above the mountains. You had wordlessly joined him, watching as the darkness gave way to colors you had never seen in Chicago, a watercolor of soft blues and pinks and oranges that you wished you could engrave into your head forever. As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke.
“Don’t worry too much. You’ll see it tomorrow morning, too. And the next. I think I’ve seen this exact sunrise a million times,” He said breathlessly. You peeked over at him, admiring his face that was washed in sunlight orange.
“Don’t you get sick of it?” You asked. His eyes had slowly met yours. He didn’t speak for a few seconds, building up your anticipation for what he was about to say.
“Would you?” He answered simply. You peeked back at the sunrise, and after a few moments, you shook your head no. You somehow knew he smiled without even looking at him.
He had left as quietly as you had arrived, but you had stayed long after, staring at the sky until the colors melted away into its normal, bright blue. You made a silent vow to come and watch this, every single day, no matter what.
That interaction with Jungkook had left you feeling fluttery, and you had even felt too flushed to grab onto him on the motorcycle when you all had left this morning.
But now? Oh, now you’re pissed off at him. You are currently straddling his bike, watching him with your arms crossed as he thumbs out bills. He had stopped a poor man trying to travel the road to offer him what has to be thousands of dollars for his car and all the gear he has on him.
“… we’ll leave it in Santa Monica, at the local hospital, in tip-top shape, I promise,” You hear Jungkook say, holding out so many wads of cash he could barely even hold it. You watch as the man looks back and forth between the money and his red, five seater convertible.
“Deal,” He finally says, and Jungkook and all of his friends jump up in joy. You jump in surprise as they all run towards you. Jimin and Taehyung practically pull the bike from underneath you. Jungkook just barely saves you from falling on your ass by grabbing your arm and pulling you forward.
He pulls you towards the convertible as Jimin and Taehyung load his and their bikes into the trunk and backseat, hopping in the back with a laugh. Your face scrunches.
“C’mon, get in!” Jungkook exclaims, opening the passenger door and pushing you inside. You yelp as he hops over the driver's door.
“Why me?” You yell loudly over all the excitement. He laughs manically as he starts the engine.
“You’ve never been in a nice ass convertible in the middle of nowhere, have you, City Girl?” He asks, not bothering to put on his seatbelt as he revs the engine a few times before taking off, the car swerving back and forth a few times before shooting away. You grip the sides of the open vehicle, your heart racing. You glance at the man who you had gotten this car from in the review mirror, watching as he stands aimlessly in the middle of the road, watching you all leave.
“So we’re just leaving that guy there? He isn’t gonna get his car back?” You question as you notice the remaining members form a circle around the car, and you shoot a nervous smile at Namjoon who is flanking your side.
“He said he has a friend who can give him a ride at a gas station down the road. Plus, we’ll leave the car somewhere in Cali where he can get it. Probably,” Jungkook tells you.
“Probably? What does that mea- whoa!” Your sentence is interrupted as Jungkook speeds up immensely.
“Is it legal to go this fast?!” You scream, clutching the outside of your door as the car swerves slightly from the high speed.
“No, its Route fucking 66!” Jungkook yells in response, his laughter echoing throughout your ears.
“C’mon, ___, live a little!” You hear Jimin shout from the backseat. You turn around to see them both standing up, their hands in the hair as they laugh.
Jimin's words ring throughout your head. The whole purpose of this trip is to leave everything about your past life behind, including who you once were. This is about stepping outside of your comfort zone. And if you could put standing up in a convertible going 90 miles per hour down on the board, it would be about as far from your comfort zone as you could get.
Slowly, you stand up, gripping the windshield. You’re surprised about how ferocious the wind is, slapping you in the face. Your heart is pounding as you stand up.
You look around. Holy shit. Are you flying? It feels like you’re flying! A giggle escapes your throat as you slowly take your hand off the windshield, letting your arms stretch out on either side.
Adrenaline pumps through your body as the car and the motorcycles shoot down the road. You rip the hair tie out of your hair, wanting to feel your hair fly around your head, relishing in the wind's vicious bite, wanting to feel every real aspect of this moment, good or not, because it was perfect nonetheless.
Your stomach grumbles Jungkook pulls into what seems to be a little diner off the road. After two whole days of living off of rest stop snacks, you're relieved to finally have a real dinner.
“Mama Gray’s Diner is the best restaurant on Route 66, I’ll tell you that much,” Jimin retorts from the backseat. Your stomach rumbles louder as you can hardly wait, jumping out of the car.
Luckily, you had found a little brush so you could tame your hair a bit. What you really crave is a shower, but Jungkook promised this diner would have everything you all would need to “rejuvenate yourselves”. You don't know if you really trust his idea of “rejuvenate”, but you have no option but to go along with it anyway.
You walk into the diner, a little bell dinging as you do. You immediately notice how good the air smells, like fresh french fries. Your mouth practically waters at the aroma. The space is small, with a bar on one side and an arrangement of booths on the other facing a wall that is a window from top to bottom that shows the view of the endless road. You have found that the sunsets are just as beautiful as the sunrises.
A waitress leads you all to your booths, you, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung filling up one, and the rest filling up the other. You immediately order a sweet tea, the Mama Gray burger and a milkshake. You start munching on the table bread as the rest finish up their order.
“So, ___, what-“ Hoseok starts.
“Nuh-uh. You guys have been asking me about me this entire time. I wanna know about you guys,” You point your straw at them as the waitress places down your drinks. A soft, jazzy song plays from a jukebox in the corner, filling the space with a nice ambience. Hoseok quirks a smile, leaning back.
“Okay, then, shoot.”
“Well, first of all, how long have you all been friends?” You question, sipping on your tea.
“Shit, longer than I can remember. Ten years? Maybe more?” Jimin replies, his eyes full of memories. You whistle.
“Wow, you guys are old,” You comment. The others laugh.
“That’s easy to say when you’re young,” Namjoon says. You raise a brow.
“What’s the point of driving Route 66 so many times? What do you guys do?” You question. They all look at each other quickly but long enough for you to be suspicious. You narrow your eyes at them.
“We just love it. It’s an escape for us, y’know? Every summer we take one month to just ride. It’s freeing,” Jimin explains. You don’t really buy it, but you decide to keep your mouth shut. Your ears perk up at a chuckle, your eyes drifting over to Jungkook, who’s laughing at something Taehyung had said. He catches your eye before giving you a quirky grin, and you can’t help but smile.
“What about Jungkook?” You ask, tearing your eyes away and meeting Namjoon’s knowing stare. He had obviously been watching you.
“He’s kind of like our leader. He’s the youngest, but he has a really good sense of leadership. He’s chaotic and wild, but he also knows what’s best for our group and keeps us safe,” He replies thoughtfully, and you relish in his answer as the food finally arrives.
You scarf it down, not caring in the slightest to appear ladylike. The burger is perfect, the meat juicy with a crunch from the onions and lettuce and a bite from the spicy mayo. The fries complete it, and you practically moan when you taste the milkshake. You can see why they praise this place so much.
You’re practically licking the plate when you’re done, feeling satisfyingly full.
“Follow me,” Namjoon says, so you do as he and the boys push through a door in the back. It leads outside to a small area in the back of the diner.
A large canopy is set up, with a bunch of mismatched pillows and blankets littering a fluffy carpet that sits on top of the grass. To the left are a couple of porta potties and three outside showers. In front of the canopy is a large projector screen, playing an old movie. You notice that the convertible is parked back here, kind of like a drive-in movie.
“Here you go, ma’am, ladies first” Jungkook bows dramatically, handing you a pair of comfy shorts and a T-shirt, pointing to one of the showers. You have realized that when you’re on the road, you kind of take whatever clothes you can get. At least you’ll finally be wearing something somewhat comfortable.
You offer him a faux annoyed look before heading to the shower. Luckily, it has a curtain, so you can shower in private. It’s the first real shower you’ve had in forever. It’s not luxurious by any means, but you feel like a new woman once you exit.
The sky is dark, stars dotting the black canvas as you all settle onto the blankets. Everyone falls asleep almost immediately, but you can’t for some reason, staring at the stars. You can’t help but wonder if your ex is looking at them too. Maybe he’s thinking of you. Or maybe he’s watching them with your best friend, pointing out constellations and whispering sweet nothings.
Your heart wrenches, and you have to sit up, panic settling in suddenly. You stare absentmindedly at the movie. You need a smoke.
You walk over to the parked car, hopping into the passenger seat and pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter you had found in the glove box. A bad habit of yours; another reason your mom had kicked you out.
The smoke fills your lungs, and a sense of relief washes over you.
“I can’t sleep either,” You hear a soft voice say from behind you. Jungkook slides into the seat beside you. You notice him eye the cigarette between your fingers, and you roll your eyes.
“Just say it. I’m too young to be doing this, or it’s bad for me, or-“
“No, I was just gonna ask for one,” He interrupts.
Your eyebrows raise involuntarily at his answer. You don’t know why you’re shocked; he’s obviously a motorcycle riding delinquent, but it still shocks you when you hand him one and he actually takes it. He pushes the cigarette between his lips, waiting for you to light it for him.
Your breath catches as you turn on the lighter, the uncertain licks of flames matching the uneven beating in your heart. You hold the lighter to the end of his cigarette until it glows, and Jungkook’s pressing gaze never leaves your eyes once.
You place the lighter in the cup holder, looking ahead and trying to focus on the movie, but you can’t. You can still feel his gaze on yours, the smell of smoke flooding your nose.
“Why are you looking at me?” You ask without meeting his eyes. You hear him sigh.
“You’re curious to me, ____. I hardly know anything about you. I found you in a weird way, yet you refuse to tell us anything about your life besides the basics, so excuse me for being curious,” He mutters. You finally look over at him, anger flaring in your chest.
“Why would I tell a stranger my whole life story? I don’t know anything about you either,” You quip back, looking away and staring at the mountains in the distance. Silence rings between you two, the only thing breaking the quiet night being the muffled, vintage voices from the movie.
A breeze flutters through your hair, and you shiver. It gets hot during the day, but at night it cools down a lot, and you don’t have so much as a blanket. You jump slightly when you feel Jungkook wrap his leather jacket around you, and you instantly feel warmer and comforted by his smell, the small action seeming so grand.
“Four years ago, while we were on the road, we had a run in with our rivals. To get back at me for something, they shot and killed my fiancé. I was devastated, and I blamed myself for the longest time. I still do. I miss her so much, every single day. Some days are harder than others. This was her favorite spot…” He trails off for a second before clearing his throat and continuing, “but I keep going. Route 66 was her safe space. I will continue to honor her, and try to be happy. As much as you can be.”
His confession rings loudly in your ears. You don’t speak. You don’t offer your condolences. How can you? In that situation, no amount of pity can ever make anything feel better. Instead you sit in silence, one of understanding. One that offers comfort without the harshness and reality of words.
“The night you found me, I had just walked in on my best friend and boyfriend together. I went to his house because I was upset since my mom kicked me out of her house. It felt like the world was ending, so I saw no point of staying. When you saw me, that was the lowest I’ve ever been. It felt like no one wanted me. Both of them had been the most important people in my life. I haven’t talked about it because every time I do, it tears my heart open all over again. I don’t want sympathy, I just want to forget.”
Thankfully, Jungkook offers the same thing you had offered him: quiet understanding. Your problems suddenly seem so small next to his, but he still remains silent, mourning for you as well.
Then, wordlessly, he wraps his arm around yours, and you quietly slip into sleep, basking in his warmth, relishing in a new sense of relief.
You blow a bubble with the bubblegum in your mouth, your arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you fly through the late June Oklahoma air.
After a week and a half with Jungkook and his friends, you guys are creeping up on the halfway point. You have grown to love your new lifestyle. Every time you feel a twinge of pain, you replace it by driving as fast as you can in the convertible, or have a drink at a small off the road bar.
Nothing has happened between you and Jungkook since you woke up in his arms at the drive-in movie. There are some traditions that you have now, like how you always ride on his bike, or how he always pays for your food and outfits. You’ve realized he likes dressing you up, especially in traditional “Route 66 Fashion”, as he calls it.
Today, you’re wearing something more impractical than usual: a mini red gingham dress with matching converse and a red bow holding up your ponytail. It’s hard to find cute outfits out here, but you manage.
You take a sip from your glass Coke bottle, the flavor mixing with your bubblegum as you look over at the convertible, watching as Jimin drives it recklessly (which is saying a lot for this group) as Taehyung eggs him on in the backseat. You can’t help but smile at this.
Jungkook waves an arm, and everyone pulls over. You scrunch your eyebrows, pushing yourself off the bike. There aren’t any rest stops, so there’s no need to be stopped right now.
“Why are we stopped?” You question, placing down your soda and popping your gum. Jungkook watches you with an amused look as you cross your arms.
“I think it’s finally time we teach you how to ride a bike,” He answers. You immediately shake your head, your ponytail swishing around your shoulders.
“Nope. Absolutely not,” You say. You had only bothered to get your license two years ago after your mother made you, and you suck at operating a car, let alone a tiny bike with two wheels.
“Come on, what happened to taking risks? Isn’t that what you want?” Taehyung muses from the car, hitting a sensitive spot he knew he would. He’s right, but it doesn’t make you any less nervous.
The boys cheer as you hesitantly get onto the drivers seat of Jungkook’s bike, gnawing on your lip as you pull your helmet back on.
“Just relax. It’s amazing, okay? Just start the engine, kick back, and ride,” He says dramatically, and you roll your eyes at him in an attempt to hide your nerves.
You follow his instructions and start the engine. Although you’ve felt this rumble for the past almost two weeks, it feels stranger now that you’re the driver. You take a deep breath, and kick off.
At first, the bike swerves back and forth, refusing to listen to you. You scream as you almost topple over, just barely catching yourself.
“Just let go, ___! Just go!” You hear Hoseok yell from behind you. You take a deep breath in and then speed up, shooting off into the distance.
After a few moments, you start to get the hang of it. The bike purrs underneath you, and you continue to rev the engine, egging the bike to go faster and faster. Oh, you like this. You like this a lot.
A laugh escapes your lips as you shoot faster down the road, dust clouds in your wake. This is different from driving the convertible or sitting in the back seat of Jungkook’s bike. Now you really, truly feel like you’re riding.
“Shit! You’re a fucking natural!” You hear Jimin yell from as the convertible pulls up beside you, this time with Jungkook in the backseat. He shoots you a proud smile you never want to forget.
You suddenly realize you’re in the front, leading the group, and you feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and suddenly, you understand everything. You understand why these men take this route so often, why they ride until dark. It takes away the pain, the sorrow, the fear, and leaves it all behind you in the open road, swirling in a cloud of dust until it disappears forever.
“At this point, it’s your bike, not mine,” Jungkook remarks as he watches you press another pink sticker against his sleek black bike.
“Maybe it should be,” You quip back, to which he chuckles in response. You stand up and brush off your shorts, turning around and looking at the dingy motel you’d have to sleep in tonight.
Since they had blown all their money on the convertible, they saved money by mostly sleeping in the car or on the side of the road, but now, after all of your begging, they had finally agreed to getting a motel for one night.
Besides, it isn’t just any night: it’s the fourth of July. You love this holiday for many reasons, but when you were a kid, your mom would always fill up the little inflatable pool in the backyard and make homemade popsicles while you splashed around with you dog-
You stop yourself. Those memories are long gone, and the place you had made those memories in are gone for you, too. There’s no point in dwelling in them. Still, you had dressed up: throwing on an off the shoulder American flag T-shirt and a matching bandana. You had even conjured up some makeup on your face, for the first time in weeks.
“You look nice,” Jungkook comments, gazing at you as the sunset washes him in a deep orange glow. You twist the ends of your hair, playing with a smile before walking away, leaving him waiting. The little crush you have formed on Jungkook has grown into something more pressing- something that’s getting hard for the both of you to ignore.
Apparently, the girl working the desk has a big crush on Yoongi and he thinks he can get you all your own rooms. You really hope so. It gets tiring to be around people 24/7, and you crave a real shower more than anything.
The motel is small, with two stories and twenty four windows. The boys all park their bikes and the car in the lot before walking up to the customer service desk, and you notice the young blonde working the counter immediately peeking up. They really must travel this route often- it feels like everywhere you guys go, they know everyone they see and are able to pull some strings.
“Hello, boys, nice to see you all again. How can I help you?” She asks, and you don’t miss the dirty look she shoots your way. Yoongi leans forward on the desk, and her face immediately flushes.
“We have kind of a problem. We’re out of money, and we need a place to sleep for the night. Can you help us out?” He asks, a charm the quiet man doesn’t usually have suddenly turning on. She bites on her lip flirtatiously.
“Maybe I’ll look past it if I’m somehow distracted tonight…” She trails off.
“Perfect, I’ll be a great distraction,” He turns around, a wide grin on his face, “boys, er, people, we have a place to stay tonight.”
You hardly spend time celebrating before you are sprinting to your room, rushing in and flopping on the bed. You groan from how good it feels to have an actual comforter beneath you.
You heat up a meal you had gotten from a diner this morning and hop in the shower. You hadn’t realized how much of a luxury hot water is, but you relish in the feeling as it races down your body, washing away all of the dirt from weeks on the road.
Once you’re finished, you dry your hair and put your clothes back on. You flop on the bed with your food and turn on the TV, flipping to a random channel to watch. It feels amazing: the ac, the warm meal, the blankets, a mattress, and finally something to watch other than the road. You feel like yourself again.
Once you’re finished with your food, you can help but think about your life back home. Does your mom miss you? Does your ex wonder where you went? Has your best friend called you?
Your eyes float to the phone sitting on the nightstand, and you feel a sudden urge to call someone. You don’t know who, but your hand reaches out, and before you know it you’re dialing your ex boyfriend’s number. You want to ask him if he misses you, or, more importantly, if he feels bad about what he did to you.
Before you press the last number, you drop the phone, horrified by what you were just about to do. No, he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing your voice, of knowing you were okay. You wanted them all to bask in their actions and regret, forever wondering where you went. You wouldn’t give them closure.
To destroy the urge to call them, you get up, stuffing the keys in your pocket and pushing open the door to your room, fighting back the urge to cry. You don’t know where you’re going, just that you need to leave.
You notice a fire escape ladder that leads to the roof, so you take it, climbing up hurriedly. It’s dark now, the stars twinkling in the sky above you. Suddenly, you feel suffocated. Suffocated by the endless winding roads, the looming mountains and the vastness in every direction. You somehow feel claustrophobic in an endless landscape.
Tears escape your eyes as you come to a sudden, desperate realization: you want to go home.
On the roof, you spot him. Jungkook. Of course. He’s always fucking there, always having the same ideas as you as if you two share the same mind. He’s laying on a blanket, sipping a beer with his head cranked upwards, watching the stars. He hears your crying and turns around.
“___? What’s wrong?” He asks softly.
“I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy!” You scream, suddenly wanting to release all of this energy, “I’m sick of this shit, of pretending I’m fine when I’m not!”
“__-“
“No, I don’t want your words or your stupid pity. I want to go home, okay? I don’t want this. I didn’t want any of this!” You yell, gesturing around you.
He stares at you for a few seconds, his head cranked to the side slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches you.
“I was just going to ask if you want to watch the fireworks with me,” He states simply. You sniff for a second, a little shocked at his reaction. You sigh before sitting down beside him, leaning back on your hands and looking up at the sky.
“There’s a small town a little bit down there, and they always do a little firework show on the fourth- oh, look, it’s starting!” He points, and you can’t help but crack a little smile as a golden firework explodes in the air and rains down, disappearing into the mountains.
You watch as the fireworks light up the sky, and you exert all your energy into imagining yourself as one of them: exploding into a million little brilliant pieces and then raining down until you vanish into nothing at all.
You breath hitches as you feel his large hand slip over yours, his rough skin feeling so comforting against your hand. You look over at him to find that he’s already watching you.
“The road helps, but it never makes the pain go away. No matter how far you go away from it, it’ll always be there. But it’s up to you to decide how to deal with it. Don’t imagine it being left behind. Instead, take it and use it. Use it for a reason to go on, use it for a reason to be happy, use it to motivate you. You have to utilize it, ___. Don’t let those people have control over you, don’t let the pain control you. You have to control it.”
You look up at him, your heart swelling for the man in front of you. You can see the fireworks’ reflection in his endlessly midnight black eyes, and you can even see yourself. You see yourself choosing between two things: letting your agony command you, or the opposite.
And, goddamnit, you never let anything control you, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now.
With this realization, you lean forward and you kiss Jungkook, right as the final firework explodes overhead: a glittering explosion of red white and blue, painting the sky with its magnificent colors as it rains down onto the horizon, and the world finally goes quiet again.
You don’t even realize that the fireworks have stopped, though, because a million are going off in your heart as Jungkook kisses you. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, with a hunger like he’s been waiting for a million years to do just this.
“Jungkook,” You moan softly as he intertwines his fingers with your hair, pulling your head back to give himself more access. He latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking and biting in a way that makes heat pool in your stomach.
His hands slowly trail down your body, his curious fingers exploring everywhere, but not once where you need him most. His hand hooks under your thigh and he pulls you on top of him, allowing you to straddle him. You can feel that he’s already growing hard underneath you, his cock pressing against your thigh.
You can’t help but grind down on him, to which you both moan at the delicious friction. You can’t believe you’re doing this right now in the open, but you can’t conjure it up in yourself to care.
His fingers linger on your shoulder, where your T-shirt is falling off, revealing your bra strap. Goosebumps pebble your skin in wake of his touch, lighting your entire body with flames.
“Can I touch you?” He asks in a low voice, looking up at you with hooded eyes. You nod embarrassingly fast. He chuckles a bit at this before slowly pulling your shirt down your shoulder, allowing it to pool around your waist.
Jungkook’s hand reaches behind you, successfully unstrapping your bra with one hand. He slowly lets it falls down, and your nipples immediately pebble due to the cold air. He stares at you as if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.
A loud moan leaves your mouth as he slowly brings his mouth to your breast, sucking slowly but thoughtfully. It feels so fucking good you can’t help but grip his hair, pulling him down further.
Jungkook’s hand sneaks to your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he sucks on the other one. The sounds leaving your lips become more frequent and louder as his actions begin to speed up, pleasure shooting down your body.
You can’t help but continue to rock on him, the friction through both of your jeans causing your climax to build embarrassingly quickly. But between what he’s doing to your breasts and the pleasure you feel grinding against his cock, you’re already freezing up, your orgasm about to rip through you.
Before you can, though, Jungkook pulls you off him. You whine, euphoria being ripped away from you so suddenly. He smirks at you almost cruelly at your reaction, laying you down on the blanket.
“You asshole,” You mutter under your breath. You notice Jungkook fish something out of his jacket.
“That’s not very nice, is it? Do I need to punish you, ___?” He asks you in a low voice. You bite your lip. You have to admit, being punished by him doesn’t sound so bad. He raises a brow at your lack of a response.
To your surprise, he presents the handcuffs he had used to bind your hands together, right after he found you in Chicago. He flips you over so you’re laying on your stomach. Without warning, he forcefully pins your hands around your back, snapping the handcuffs around your wrists, rendering you incapable of moving.
“I’ll teach you how to respect your fucking elders,” He whispers in your ear before leaning back, the comfort of his warmth leaving you. He leaves you like for a few moments, all hot and bothered while waiting for him to do something.
You’re about to ask where he went when you suddenly feel him tug on your shorts, lifting your legs so he can pull them off. Your shirt and panties follow, leaving you completely naked in the middle of nowhere.
You’re dripping wet, and the cool air causes you to take a sharp inhale as you wait for Jungkook to do anything. You yelp when he smacks your ass, not once, but twice, leaving a delicious sting in his wake.
You suddenly feel one singular finger trace up your spine, and you can’t help but arch against his touch, desperate for anything.
Once his finger reaches your hair, he grabs a hold of it and then forces your head to the ground, your ass up in the air for him. You practically whine in excitement when you hear his fly go down. You also kind of like how vulnerable you feel, with him being fully clothed and with you baring yourself to him, completely susceptible to whatever he pleases.
You arch back further when you feel his tip pressing against your entrance, coating himself in your essence before forcing himself inside. He does it so harshly you can’t help but yelp into the night, the echo of your own voice ringing in your ears. You pull on your handcuffs, desperate to cling onto something, but to no yield.
With one hand in your hair he fucks himself into you, so hard and so fast you can barely compute it. He’s so big; he fills you up completely and wholly. Just like with simple ideas like watching the sunrises, and even now with how naturally you two seem to fit together, as if it were always meant to be like this, you two just seem to share the exact same mind.
Jungkook slams into you ruthlessly, causing you to cry out his name over and over again. He grips your hip so hard that you think it might bruise, pushing you back into him and fucking you somehow even harder. You pull against your restraints harder, desperate to touch him, to grab onto something to help you deal with the immense pleasure you’re feeling right now.
“That’s right, tell the entire route that you’re my little whore,” He growls.
“Kook!” You yelp on a particularly hard thrust, and he grips you even harder at the nickname you had accidentally given him.
“Yes, fuck yes, say it louder,” You comply, no worry in the world about who could be listening.
Your climax crashes into you suddenly, and you chant his name over and over again, your wrists pulling at the cuffs. Your entire body shivers, but Jungkook never stops.
“Please, let me touch you,” You beg. With a growl of approval he quickly pulls off the handcuffs and flips you around so you’re facing him. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to fuck you even deeper.
After the first throes of overstimulation pass, you begin to moan, pleasure building up again. Jungkook’s hand sits on the side of your neck, offering small kisses all over you. You desperately kiss him back, suddenly touch starved from him.
His thrusts become slower and more unsteady as he reaches the end, practically bending you in half as he lovingly continues to kiss you all over. His once dirty words turn sweet.
“You’re so beautiful, ___, you’re fucking perfect for me,” His voice sends shivers up your spine as your orgasm builds up once again.
“Come with me, baby,” He says, and you comply, throwing your head back as you do so. Stars form in your eyes from the pleasure, and you can’t tell them apart from the actual stars in the sky, letting them blend together until all you see is light, the only thing on your mind being the man on top of you.
Jungkook slows down as he releases into you, his breaths heavy. The two of you don’t separate for a long while, living simply in this moment, basking in each other’s presence. When he finally does pull out, it leaves you feeling empty. He pulls you close, putting your head in his shoulder and lightly patting your head.
You weren’t a virgin, but that was definitely by far the best sex you’ve ever had. You get all hot just thinking about it, wanting him all over again. Then, you get hot for another reason.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” You ask, your face red from embarrassment.
“There’s no one out here, and everyone’s on the bottom floor and asleep already. We’re fine,” He assures you, and you let out a breath of relief.
After a few moments of silence, you get up, pulling your clothes back on. Jungkook stares up at you with puppy dog eyes as if he didn’t just rearrange your organs.
“Where are you going?” He asks in a sickly sweet voice. You roll your eyes.
“To pee, unless you want me to get a UTI. Plus, I am not giving up a night in a warm bed,” You remark. As much as you want to stay here with him, you want a comfortable bed even more.
“Can I come with you?” He asks, zipping up his jeans. You offer him a smirk.
“Sure, a bed warmer would be nice,” You quip as you go down the ladder, laughing as he eagerly follows like a lost dog.
“___, those marks on your wrist are worrying me. Did something happen last night?” Taehyung asks knowingly, pulling out of the motel lot. You had opted to ride in the car today, but you immediately regret it, your face growing beet red. You place sunglasses on your face, looking away.
“I had hair ties on,” You quickly lie, watching Jungkook pull out from the lot beside you, sending you a quick wink. Fuck, you love how good he looks while riding. His chain hangs down over his tight black T-shirt, and your mind can’t help but wander to when those hands that are gripping the handles had gripped you the same way last night.
“Damn, those are tight ass, big ass hair ties, then,” Taehyung remarks. You bury your head in your hands, embarrassment taking over. He chuckles, patting your back a few times.
“It’s okay. He’s a good guy, and he deserves someone like you,” He reassures, and when you meet his gaze, he shoots you a soft smile that you return.
Over the next week, you feel as though you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. You all cross into the last state before the final destination, Arizona, and you can’t help but feel a sense of dread that this will all be over soon.
Every time you do, though, or feel anything about back home, you go to Jungkook. He either makes you scream until you forget everything, or takes you on cute little dates. Like a few days ago when he took an entire day to hike up the mountains and show you his favorite constellations until you fell asleep in his arms.
It’s hard to describe your relationship, so you two don’t. It’s just an understanding that you’re both there for each other when past traumas pop up.
Today marks it: only three days left until you reach California. Sadness has been pricking at you all day, so Jungkook resolved to make you feel better by stopping at a cute little shopping strip along the road. Usually you left your clothes behind in odd places along the route and took whatever you could get, so it feels good to finally have something to actually own.
Jungkook wraps his arm around you as you squeal over the bags in your arms. He doesn’t mind that his friends know about you two, the general consensus being to not speak about it.
“I’m so excited. Thank you, Jungkook,” You say, looking up at you. He presses a quick peck to your lips before smiling.
“Of course, baby. Once we get to Cali, I’ll get some more money and I’ll properly spoil you,” He says with a grin before letting out a quick “oh!” and reaching into his bag, “I forgot to give you this.”
Jungkook hands you a small sticker in the shape of a heart that has both of your initials on it, colored and obnoxious pink. You giggle.
“I thought you said no more stickers on your bike,” You remark.
“I think this one will be okay,” He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. You both are interrupted by Namjoon screaming from beside you.
“Get down!” Before you can even process it, Jungkook pushes you onto the ground, covering you as a loud boom sounds, shattering the glass from the store behind you.
You realize with a beat of panic that they’re gunshots. You look over to see Yoongi and Namjoon duck behind their bikes, whipping out guns you didn’t know they had and shooting at people you could see.
Your heartbeat grows faster as you crank your head around. A line of ten men, maybe more, all with motorcycle helmets are shooting at you all.
Jungkook pushes you against his bike, taking out his own gun. He peeks out, shooting a few times before ducking back under. His erratic eyes shoot towards you. A bullet just barely whizzes by your side. He swears under his breath. The bike isn’t big enough to cover both of you.
“___, listen to me, okay? I’m going to distract them. When I say ‘go’, you need to hide behind the convertible. Okay?” You nod your head quickly, your hands shaking as another bullet hits the wall in front of you.
“Okay, three, two, one, go!” He yells, popping above the bike and shooting at someone. You immediately kick up and sprint away towards the convertible, running faster than you ever have before.
You’re almost behind the convertible when you step on a piece of glass, slipping on it and falling to the ground. Your head hits the concrete, and you groan as it rings, pain echoing through your skull.
Before you can get up to go behind the car, you feel something pierce your stomach. You scream as pain shoots up your entire body, paralyzing you completely. You try to hold your wound, but blood is pouring out so much it’s no use. You hear someone scream your name, but your vision goes blurry.
You don’t feel fear anymore. You don’t feel anything anymore, except for the warmth of your own blood lulling you to sleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Your eyes flutter open. The smell of disinfectant fills your nostrils. You groan as you try to sit up, but pain stops you. You look around. You’re seemingly in a hospital room.
“___!” You hear a familiar voice shout. Suddenly, Jungkook is on top of you, hugging you tightly. You hug him back, suddenly relieved that he’s here and that your whole road trip wasn’t just some weird dream.
“___, how are you feeling?” A soft voice asks from beside you. You turn your head over to look at a doctor, watching you with a concerned look as she taps on her clipboard.
“My side hurts, and I feel kind of out of it, but I’m fine. Where am I? What happened?” You ask. The doctor smiles at you.
“You’re at a hospital in California. You were involved in a gun attack and suffered from a gunshot wound around two weeks ago. Jungkook here saved your life. By all means, you should’ve been dead. You lost so much blood you went into a coma, and we didn’t think you would make it through the night. But you’re a fighter,” She tells you, to which you smile weakly in response, “you’re healing amazingly, and you should be released in the next one to two weeks.”
Jungkook squeezes your hand and you meet his eyes, ones that are full of tears and relief as he hugs you again.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” The doctor says before softly closing the door behind her.
“I was so scared I was going to loose you just like… fuck, I’m so sorry, ___. I shouldn’t have brought you into this. I shouldn’t have-“ You interrupt him by placing a hand on his cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay, Jungkook. You didn’t bring me into anything. I made this decision. Can you just tell me what happened? Are you all okay?” You ask, to which he sighs, swallowing back his tears.
“Yes, for the most part. They’re all okay. We fought our asses off after you went down, but we decided it was best to run and leave them to the police. I’ve never run from a fight before. Ever. But I did it for you,” He whispers the last part, leaving a kiss on your lips which you smile into.
“I haven’t slept a bit. I’ve been so worried. I couldn’t imagine losing you. It’s stupid, I know, but I felt like my world was being torn away from me. I don’t really know how to say this, or if it’s too early or some shit, but-“
“I love you too,” You say, not wanting to keep it in any longer, suddenly taken aback by how much truth is in those words. His eyes widen before he smiles, kissing you again and pressing his forehead against yours, basking in your presence and bathing in the silence, like you two usually do.
“Come here, let me show you something,” He says, offering his arm. You take it and he lifts you up slowly, gently bringing you to the window. You can see the palm trees in the distance, swaying in the breeze as you smile. You made it, you traveled thousands of miles across Route 66. Albeit the ending was a bit unusual, you still made it.
In the hospital parking lot, you notice the seven motorcycles, except there’s one extra. It’s a sleek, crimson red, with a sun on the side, mimicking the sunsets and sunrises you loved watching while on the road. Jungkook lifts up a pair of keys, clicking to once as the bike beeps in response. To your surprise, he hands the keys to you. Your mouth drops open.
“That’s for me?” You ask in surprise. He nods lightly, and you can’t help but pull him into a hug.
“It’s beautiful,” You whisper. When you pull back, Jungkook stares at you lovingly. He then pulls both of your hands into his.
“___, I’m not perfect by any means. I put you in danger, and you’ve left your entire life behind for this. But I want you to be on the road with me. I want you to be my Route 66 sunrise, something I can look at every day and never get tired of. Will you do that for me?” He asks. You smile. For a second, when you look into his eyes, all you see are the eyes of the kind man who helped a strange girl off of the road and saved her.
He saved you.
“Yes,” You answer, having never been more sure of anything in your life.
Just barely, in the distance, you can hear Lana Del Rey’s “Ride” playing over the radio:
“I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone at midnight.
Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I, I’ve got a war in my mind.
Jungkook coming back from tour to your clit pierced ✮⋆˙ anon req!
Tags: explicit sexual content, pwnp, clit piercing, hes a yapper, lowkey nerd!koo, pussy eating, piercing play, fingering, overstimulation, p in v, 2 orgasms for her, i think that’s it.
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“Missed you,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips between kisses. Kneeling on the floor as you sit on the couch. “God, you have no idea. Every night. Every single night.”
“I missed you more,” you purred , as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His teeth graze your skin, and a bolt of pure desire shoots straight down your spine, pooling low in your belly. The secret you’re keeping there seems to pulse in time with your quickening heartbeat.
His hands slide lower, gripping the hem of your top, and he starts to pull it up. You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip the top off you. The cool air of the room kisses your skin, raising goosebumps. His heated gaze travels over you, clad only on your chest, not wearing a bra. His eyes are dark, appreciative, worshipful.
“So beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “My beautiful girl.”
He leans in to kiss the swell of your breast, lips making their way to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard buds, sucking them so softly, his hands going to the hem of your shorts. This is it. The moment coils tight in your stomach, a mix of nerves and fierce anticipation. You watch his face, holding your breath.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and your underwear beneath, and in one smooth slow motion, he begins to pull them down your hips.
You lift your hips to help him, the fabric whispering over your skin. He draws them down your thighs, past your knees, his eyes following the path of his hands. Then he sees it.
His breath hitches, a sharp, audible intake that cuts through the quiet room. His hands, which were so confident and sure a second ago, go completely still, fingers curled into the fabric at your knees. His gaze is locked, utterly fixated, on the middle of your thighs.
There, nestled in the delicate, soft folds, is the surprise. A tiny, perfect, gleaming captive bead ring. The small silver hoop is elegant and delicate, the tiny bead—a smooth, polished sphere—sits snugly against your swollen flesh.
Jungkook’s jaw was on the floor, clearly shocked by the unexpected surprise, ”what!?” He said as a breathy laugh escaped him, “are you serious?” he blinked twice, staring in genuine surprise before looking back up at you.
“When did you get that?!” he asks, his voice rising with enthusiastic curiosity. He’s fully yapping now. “Oh my god. When? Why didn’t you tell me? Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt. Was it like a needle? It must have been a huge needle. Who did it? Was it clean? It looks clean. It’s so… shiny.”
He’s talking a mile a minute, his eyes darting over every detail. The tiny, perfect hoop. His hands slowly parting your folds carefully, The snug silver bead resting against your swollen flesh. The way it glints in the soft light from the floor lamp.
“It’s for you,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of arousal and amusement at his adorable, frantic reaction.
“For me?” He looks up, his eyes huge. “Like… a present?”
“A welcome home present, I got it three weeks ago.”
He processes this, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’. The concept seems to delight him even more. He looks back down, his head tilting the other way. “So it’s… mine? I mean, not mine mine, but like… for me to… appreciate?”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yes, Jungkook. For you to appreciate.”
“Wow,” he whispers, finally reaching out. But not like before. His touch is now feather-light, incredibly tentative. He uses the very tip of his index finger to gently, so gently, boop the little silver bead. It moves the tiniest bit.
You jerk, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth. The sensation is immediate and intense.
He yanks his hand back as if shocked. “Did that hurt? Was that bad?”
“No,” you whine. “No, it’s… just really sensitive.”
His eyes light up with renewed, fascinated interest. “Sensitive?” He says the word like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. “More than before? Because of the metal? Does the metal make it colder? Or is it your body temperature? Wait, let me feel.”
This time, he doesn’t boop it. He lays the pad of his finger gently against the side of the hoop. He holds it there, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s warm,” he announces, as if reporting a major finding. “It’s your temperature. That’s so cool.”
He’s completely lost in his exploration, his previous goal of immediate sex entirely derailed by this new, shiny discovery. “Can I…?” he trails off, looking up at you for permission, his eyes sparkling.
“Can you what?”
“Can I just… look at it for a second? From different angles?” You burst out laughing, the tension and anticipation melting into pure affection for this ridiculous, silly man. “Yes, you can look.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his position, moving to kneel deeper on the floor. He gently puts his hands on your inner thighs to keep you still, He leans in, his face dangerously close.
“The craftsmanship is really good,” he says, utterly serious. “The hoop is perfectly circular. The bead is seamless. It’s not too big, not too small.” He glances up. “Was there a size chart? Did you pick the bead? What other options were there?”
“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his shoulder. “Are you doing a product review right now?”
He grins, unrepentant. “I’m appreciating my gift! Thoroughly!” He goes back to looking. “It suits you. It’s pretty. Edgy, but pretty.” He finally leans back, sitting on his heels, and just stares at you, his gaze taking in the whole, breathtaking picture; you spread out before him, adorned with this secret he now knows. The smile on his face is one of awestruck, possessive joy.
Then, the researcher vanishes, and the starving, devoted boyfriend comes crashing back. The playful curiosity in his eyes ignites into a hot, dark flame of desire.
“Okay,” he says, his voice dropping back into that rough, wanting register. “Appreciation time is over.”
“Oh, is it?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Now it’s…” He crawls back over you, caging you with his arms. His face is inches from yours. “Now it’s testing time.”
Before you can reply, he drops his head between your legs. But he’s not just diving in. He’s methodical. He blows a soft, cool stream of air directly over the piercing. You twitch violently.
“Sensitive,” he repeats, a note of success in his voice.
Then his tongue on you. A pointed lick that goes right over the silver ring, from bottom to top.
The effect is catastrophic. The cool metal, the hot, wet muscle, the direct pressure—it all combines into a sensation so sharp and sweet you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch.
He moans, the sound vibrating through you. “Fuck,” he groans against you. “the feedback is insane.”
He does it again, this time circling the bead with the very tip of his tongue, exploring the new topography of your body with a focus that leaves you breathless. Every tiny flick, every swirl, is magnified, wired directly into your central nervous system.
“Koo… please…” you beg, legs shaking violently, already feeling the coil of an orgasm tightening, way too soon.
“Please what?” He asks, lifting his head just enough to talk. His lips are glistening, his eyes drunk with power and pleasure. “Are you already close? But im just getting started,” He dips his head back down, this time taking the bead gently between his lips and sucking.
You see white. Your hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands. “Oh, god..Right there, Don’t stop,”
He doesn’t. He eats you out with a dedicated, obsessive curiosity that was equal parts lover and mad inventor. He tests everything. How you react when he flicks the ring rapidly. How you shudder when he tugs it softly with his teeth. How you sob when he combines a slow, flat lick over it with a finger slipping inside you.
You are babbling, a complete mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his curious mouth and your own brave, stupid, wonderful decision.
“Koo.. please! Im gonna-“
He hummed with his lips wrapped around the silver bud, the vibration traveling through the metal and straight to your core. He adds a second finger, crooking them inside you, and doubles down on the suction.
You come with a shattered scream, your body arching so hard only his arms around your thighs keep you grounded. The orgasm is like electricity, arcing from the silver focal point through your entire being. He holds you through it, gentling his motions but not stopping, drinking every drop until you collapse, limp and trembling.
He crawls up your body, wiping his chin on his shoulder. He looks utterly, devastatingly pleased with himself. And so, so turned on. His jeans are painfully tight.
“I need to feel it with my dick,” He gets his jeans and boxers down just enough, holding his hard cock against your core, and started rubbing it between your folds.
You shake from the over sensitivity, lifting your hips away, trying to escape the delicious friction. But Jungkook doesn’t let you, he holds your hips firmly down with one hand, as he strokes his cock on your glistening pussy.
“Fuck, baby. This feels insane. I can feel it on my dick.”
He throws his head back, moaning loudly,
His hand stroking his cock now is pressing on the hard length, as he moves his hips in a sensual, rhythmic pace.
He looks down, watching the head of his cock nudge against the silver bead, wet from his tongue and mixed pre-cum. He meets your eyes, his own blazing.
“Best,” he grunts, pushing inside with one deep, relentless thrust that makes you both moan, “Gift.” Another thrust. “Ever.”
He sets a punishing, grateful pace. Each thrust of his hips grinds the piercing against his pubic bone, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive flesh. Each withdrawal makes you whimper. He’s talking, a rough, broken commentary.
“Feel it… every time… god, who knew? Who knew it would be like this?”
You can only cling to him, nails scraping down his back, as he chases his own release. The combined sensations— his length sliding in and out your sensitive tight hole, one hand groping both your bouncing tits, the other roughly rubbing your clit and the silver bead— build you back up impossibly fast towards another peak.
“Cum with me,” he demands, his rhythm faltering. ”i can feel you close, baby. Come on, let go with me”
His words, his thrusts, the overwhelming rightness of him home and inside you, his steady thumb flicking your sensitive bud, it tips you over. Your second orgasm crashes into you, softer than the first but deeper, a warm, pooling wave of bliss that squeezes around him.
With a shout that’s part laugh, part sob, he follows you, pumping into you as he finds his own release, his body shuddering above yours.
He collapses, a dead weight of satisfied exhaustion, but rolls almost immediately to pull you against his side. You’re both a sticky, sweaty, happy mess on the couch.
His hand, as if magnetized, finds its way back between your thighs. He doesn’t stroke, just rests his fingers over the piercing, holding it gently. Making you flinch away.
“So,” he says after a few minutes of heavy breathing, his voice buzzing against your temple where his lips are pressed. “The aftercare. What’s that like? Salt water soaks? Specific soap? We need to get the right stuff. I’ll order it. Did they give you a pamphlet?”
You snort-laugh into his chest, the sound muffled. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m serious!” he insists, squeezing you. “It’s a high-value asset. Requires proper maintenance.” He’s quiet for another moment, then you feel his smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, all the playfulness gone, replaced by profound sincerity. “It’s the craziest, hottest, most ‘you’ thing ever. I love it.”
A/N: i ngl i had to search everything abt the clit piercing since I’ve no idea how it’s like so if there was any bs written, ignore it 😞
Summary: Naru’s a preschooler now and of course, that comes with a whole new world of parenting challenges, but neither of you expected just how many issues would arise throughout her first year of school.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Parents AU, Established Relationship, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Crack
Author's Note: OMG I’m so excited to finally be posting this!! I still can’t believe it’s been a year since cradle robbers, the fic that really started it all! you guys know how much I love these two so it was such a pleasure returning to their world. this is fairly different from the other cradle robbers fics and a lot more angsty than I anticipated, but it’s the good kind that just makes them come back together stronger than ever 🥹 I truly hope you all enjoy this and as always, let me know what you think! happy first anniversary to all my beautiful readers :)
-> Cradle Robbers Masterpost, Cradle Robbers x Two Masterpost
Abundant tears are shed the morning of Naru’s first day of preschool. But ironically, only a quarter of them are from her own eyes. Another quarter fall from yours, while the remaining half all stem from her loving father.
In fact, once Naru’s little legs carry her through the school’s front doors, Jungkook literally coils himself around a tree and refuses to take a single step towards the car. Leaving you to desperately tug at his waist in hopes of forcing him to let go.
“Jeon Jungkook!” You scold him between harsh yanks that require your entire body weight. “You are a grown man! Release the tree!”
“No!” Jungkook sulks. “I have to be here when she gets out!”
You groan so loud you’re positive he can feel it against his back.
“That isn’t for another four hours, honey.”
“I don’t care.”
Another pull, at which point he plants his feet so he won’t budge an inch. Jungkook’s usually the pinnacle of a good husband, but right now he feels like a fourth child.
“You’re being ridiculous,” you remark.
It’s clear any further effort on your part will be useless, so you step away while crossing your arms over your chest. When Jungkook realizes you’re relenting, he glances back at you over his shoulder.
“You know what I think is ridiculous? A four year old going to school. She’s practically a baby!”
You chuckle in disbelief.
“Funny how that baby is acting more mature than her father.”
Jungkook pouts, but your comment seems to do the trick because he lets go a second later before turning to face you.
“I just… what if she needs us?” He poses. “What if the other kids are mean to her or she gets scared and wants to come home early?”
A part of you wants to be mad, but Jungkook’s love for your daughter is so damn sweet you can’t help but smile.
“Then it’s a good thing we live right up the street and can come back to get her ASAP.” His lips curve down even more as you close the gap between you to cup his face. “I know it’s hard, baby, but we should be proud and excited for her rather than moping about her growing up.”
He shakes his head as best he can with it trapped by your hands.
“I don’t have it in me.”
It’s your turn to pout while deciding how to best approach this; both so you can actually get him to leave and make him feel better.
“What if we go on a little shopping spree and surprise her with some first day of school gifts?”
Although your husband hates spending money unnecessarily, he adores buying stuff for you and the kids. Plus, there’s no reason to rush home since your one-year-old twins are currently with their grandparents.
As expected, Jungkook’s face lights up at the idea and his arms suddenly wrap around your waist so he can pull you in for a smooch. You giggle into the kiss until he breaks it to steal your hand and lead you towards the car.
You hit multiple different places, including a toy store, book store, and clothing store. Jungkook also shoves you into a jewelry store as an apology for his erratic behavior earlier. Which you and him both know is just an excuse to spoil you.
Since you’re equal opportunists, you purchase some items for the twins, but not nearly as much because it isn’t their special occasion.
Naru deserves to be ravished after being so brave this morning. She was pretty nervous leading up to today, but she only cried for about a minute after hugging you both goodbye before the teacher guided her into the classroom.
It’s your sincere hope she enjoys herself at school. Not only because it’s unavoidable and she has to go whether she likes it or not, but also because she doesn’t have too many friends her age.
Taehyung and Mina’s son, Leo, is just over a year and a half old, so he’s still too young for playdates with her, as are her own brothers. There are a couple neighborhood kids in the right age range, but you don’t see them around very often.
When school lets out, you and Jungkook are the first parents outside for pick up, and your husband spends every second practically vibrating with excitement about seeing his little girl. Meanwhile, you anxiously gnaw on your thumbnail in fear she’ll look miserable when she finally emerges.
As the doors swing open and a hoard of toddlers come scurrying out, you two gasp and bend down so Naru can run straight into your arms.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
She weaves through the tiny crowd before barreling into you by throwing one arm around each of your necks. You both cradle her impossibly close while she nuzzles her head between your faces.
“Oh, we missed you so much, pretty girl,” you tell her.
“I missed you, too, Mommy,” she chirps.
All three of you separate and you feel instant relief over how happy her expression is. She looks positively radiant, with flush cheeks, a toothy grin, and those big eyes you fell in love with while she was still in your womb.
“Was it okay, princess? Nobody was mean? The teacher was nice? You understood everything?” Jungkook asks.
“Mmhm!” She enthusiastically nods, causing you and him to chuckle. “I made a bunch of friends and my teacher was super nice! She even explained stuff again whenever I had a question.”
While you beam over the good news, a slight frown distorts Jungkook’s features. That’s when you realize he was secretly hoping she’d hate it and beg to never go back. Not because he wants her to dislike school, but to protect his own ego. No father wants to hear that their child enjoys being away from home; from them.
“Are you sure? You know, your mom can always homeschool yo — ow!”
Normally, you would refrain from affectionately abusing him in front of your kids, but this calls for drastic measures. Hence Jungkook having to massage his bicep.
“No, I loved it, Daddy,” Naru responds after giggling over his predicament. “I can’t wait to go back tomorrow!”
Your poor husband nearly falls backwards in defeat. If it were up to him, she’d skip going to school altogether and tag along at work with him. In fact, he’d probably prefer all four of you staying by his side twenty four hours a day.
Naru opens her many gifts in the car before all three of you drive to your parents’ house to pick up the twins.
She’s rightfully ecstatic about her new clothes, books, and toys, which she immediately shows off to both her grandmothers once you arrive.
The three of them are in the living room as Naru performs a mini fashion show and raves about her first day of school. In the meantime, you and Jungkook greet your twins after missing them like crazy all day.
Jungkook has Ken high above his head while he makes ridiculous baby noises and funny faces so your son will giggle. On the contrary, Kai’s resting on your shoulder where his arms are tightly wrapped around your neck.
“I missed you, sweet boy,” you tell him with a kiss to his head.
“Missie,” he responds in the most adorable voice imaginable.
Both him and Ken can only parrot short words at this point, but you’re still able to interpret their thoughts after knowing them for over a year.
“That’s right.” You delicately pry him off so he can rest on your hip instead as you comb through his soft, black hair. “That’s what we say when we’ve been away from someone we love for a while.”
His massive obsidian eyes peer up at you with such adoration you almost believe he understands. Although your theory’s instantly disproven when he ignores you in lieu of slapping his hand on the apple of your cheek.
“Mama.”
You giggle and brush your noses together.
“That’s right, too.”
Behind you, the sound of Jungkook and Ken goofing around together echoes throughout the kitchen. You turn to face them and find your husband playfully nibbling on one of Ken’s chubby cheeks.
“Mama!” The little boy cheers and begins reaching for you.
Jungkook passes him to you while you do the same with Kai. You were both initially terrified of having two infants to care for at once, but now you're a well-oiled machine. It’s effortless to swap children or even carry them on one hip each.
“Dada,” Kai coos as soon as he’s safe in Jungkook’s arms. “Dada, Dada, Dada.”
Your husband blushes and smiles so brightly both rows of bunny teeth appear. The twins may have a soft spot for you, but all three of your boys absolutely adore each other. You’re even eager for Kai and Ken to get older so you can watch them interact more.
“Me? I’m Dada?” The baby boy in Jungkook’s arms starts rapidly nodding. “Uh huh. And Dada loves you so, so much!”
Kai squeals when Jungkook pulls him close for an affectionate nuzzle that sends their hair flying in all different directions. Ken’s clearly tuckered out in comparison, since his head falls to your shoulder with his tiny hand resting on your collarbone.
“You wanna go home, little man?” You ask while tickling his tummy.
He giggles and buries his face in your neck, which you accept as an affirmative reply.
All three kids are fast asleep by the time you pull into your driveway, so you carry the twins upstairs while Jungkook scoops Naru up to bring her to her room next door.
After everyone’s tucked in for the night, you two meet in your own bedroom which now resides in what was once the basement. You’re both obviously exhausted, considering you unceremoniously flop onto the mattress together.
On instinct, Jungkook’s arm loops around your waist to pull you closer and you follow his lead by curling into his chest. His lips meet your temple where he places a few lazy smooches and you can’t help but contentedly hum at the sensation.
“We did it,” you quietly declare. “And no one even died.”
Jungkook scoffs.
“My heart did.”
His response makes you snicker as you lean back so you can look into his eyes.
“It’ll heal, my love. Everything’s new right now, but watching her grow up, make friends, and learn about the world will be so exciting.”
“I know, but every time I look at her I still see that baby girl you handed me after she was born,” he laments.
The memory produces a warm grin and watery eyes, both belonging to you. No matter what, her birthday will always be the best day of your life. Nothing could ever compare to holding Naru for the first time with Jungkook by your side.
“She’ll always be our baby girl, Koo. Her age doesn’t change that.”
He sighs and cradles your cheek, letting his thumb gently brush back and forth across your skin.
“But I can’t protect her out there. Here, at home with us, at least I know she’s happy and safe.” His eyes look to be holding all his emotions, and you can’t help but frown. “I’ve heard so many horror stories, Bams. If something were to happen to her…” He shakes his head. “I don’t just mean physically, but to her heart.”
“Things will happen. That’s just part of life. But even though we can’t prevent them, we’ll be here to help her through anything and everything.”
You’re pretty good at talking Jungkook down from ledges and he soon concedes his position with a gracious kiss. But unfortunately for you and your assurances, his fears are quickly proven right.
One issue every child faces when they start school is getting sick far more often. Being around all the new people, places, and things just breeds bacteria and germs no matter how often they wash their hands. The problem is, you and Jungkook aren’t as good at producing healthy babies as you once thought.
It turns out Naru has a weak immune system. Your poor daughter spends the first three to four months of preschool fighting off a variety of coughs, stuffy noses, and mild fevers. Thankfully, it’s treatable with daily vitamins and medicines to keep her white blood cell count in range. But you guys don’t figure out she has a medical issue beyond her recurring common cold until it puts her in the hospital.
Every weekday, Jungkook leaves for work around 7 am after kissing you and the kids goodbye. You usually rise about an hour later to wake said kids, get them and yourself ready, and feed everyone breakfast, all to ensure Naru gets to school on time. Since they can’t be at home alone, the twins always accompany you for drop off and pick up. Which Naru loves because it means spending more time with her little brothers.
This morning begins like any other, with the ghost of Jungkook’s lips on your forehead and his familiar, honey voice whispering that he loves you. Your alarm goes off not long after and you quickly get dressed before heading to the twin’s room. Once they’re secure in their high chairs at the kitchen table, you head back upstairs for Naru.
She’s been sick the last couple days, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. When you and Jungkook tucked her into bed last night, her mild fever had just broken and she was only coughing once every hour or so.
Every time one of the kids isn’t feeling well, you leave a baby monitor in their room because your bedroom is two floors away. Nothing of note happened during the night, so you’re expecting her to be healthy enough for school.
Upon cracking her door open, the first thing you notice is the sound of heavy breathing. It doesn’t worry you too much considering she has to sleep with her mouth open due to all the nasal congestion. You then flip on the light and sit on the edge of her bed to wake her up.
Except as soon as you rest your hand on her forearm, you gasp at how scalding hot her skin feels. Up close, you see she’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat that’s matted down her hair and even darkened her pajama top.
“Naru?” You pull the covers away while using the back of your hand to gauge her temperature, but it’s hardly necessary when she’s burning up so badly. With the sheets gone, you can tell she’s shivering and suddenly all you feel is sheer, unadulterated panic. “Naru, sweetie, wake up.”
Gently shaking her shoulders, you wait with your lip between your teeth for her eyes to open, but even when you push a little harder, she doesn’t budge.
“Naru, can you hear me?” She’s obviously breathing, and when you peel her eyelids back, her pupils respond to the influx of light, but it doesn’t relieve any of your terror. “Baby, it’s Mommy. You gotta wake up, okay?”
When she still doesn’t reply, you swear your lungs collapse and your chest cavity concaves around your heart.
“Naru.” Your hands try once again to wake her by force. “C’mon, baby.” At this point you’re practically hyperventilating and you feel the pressure of fresh tears in your eyes. “Naru!”
After your final attempt fails, you fish your phone from your pocket to call an ambulance. You’re a total wreck as you weep to the paramedic about her condition before they assure you they’ll be there soon. You call your mom next to ask if she can stay with the twins and your waterworks continue relentlessly while you explain the situation all over again.
Notably, you don’t call Jungkook. You know once he hears the fear in your voice and finds out something's wrong with your precious little girl, he’ll lose it. So, you decide to inform him after you reach the hospital and know more about her condition. You’re already a goddamn basket case and it won’t do Naru any good if you’re both in shambles.
You remain at her side while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, holding one of her clammy hands and brushing back the sweaty locks of black hair stuck to her forehead. You’re still hysterically sobbing, but do your best to whisper encouraging phrases about how she’ll be alright and that her mom’s right beside her.
It’s so hard without Jungkook beside you. Not only are you a team, but he’s your anchor. Whenever he’s near, you have the strength to face what you aren’t able to on your own.
The paramedics thankfully appear before you completely lose your mind and allow you to sit in the back so you can keep holding Naru’s hand.
They start by checking her vitals as well as giving her an oxygen mask and what they call an “ice jacket” to bring her temperature down. Besides her extremely high fever, her other vitals are fine, which gives you just enough peace of mind.
By the time you arrive at the hospital, she’s actually beginning to groan as her eyelids flutter a little. Everyone says they’re good signs, but you won’t be able to breathe freely until you’re certain she’s okay.
Once inside the emergency room, someone places a chair for you at her bedside while the team of doctors and nurses give her a new ice jacket, turn on some cooling fans, and retake all her vitals. Within five minutes, her voice lifts an indescribable weight off your shoulders.
“Mommy,” she weakly rasps.
Her big eyes blink open as her head turns in your direction. That one word alone sounds like a symphony from heaven and you immediately grab her hand again while leaning over to caress her cheek.
“Hi, my princess.”
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital, but you’re gonna be okay,” you explain.
She looks scared despite your assurance, so you squeeze her hand and try distracting her by combing your fingers through her hair.
The doctors give her medicine to bring the fever down, but her temperature’s already astronomically lower than it was when they first checked in the ambulance. Not long after she swallows the cherry flavored syrup, she falls asleep again and you take it as your cue to finally call Jungkook.
Except only moments after stepping out into the hall, you hear rushing footsteps and someone frantically shouting your name. Not your actual name, though.
“Bambi!”
Your eyes widen, but you quickly piece together that one of your parents must’ve called him. The only issue is, Naru’s condition was far worse when your mom saw her being rushed into the ambulance.
Jungkook barrels into you with enough force to knock you both to the ground, but he thankfully has the foresight to slow his momentum before that happens.
“Where is she?”
His hands land your shoulders where you can feel them shaking, prompting you to cradle his flushed, panicked face in your own hands.
“She’s okay,” you profess.
“Your mom said —”
“I know, I know.” He looks so terrified his whole stature appears smaller. The drive from his office is at least thirty minutes and you’re positive he was in agony the entire time. “But she’s okay, Koo. I promise.”
“What happened?”
“She had a really high fever, but they brought it down and now she’s resting.”
“Your mom told me she wouldn’t wake up,” he states across shallow breaths; no doubt from all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “And I… I was so scared, Bams.” Tears instantly well up in his already red eyes. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, baby.”
“You can’t… you can’t scare me like that.” When his voice breaks and a few droplets roll down his cheek, your heart shatters. “Please don’t ever… you can’t do that to me. Please, baby, don’t ever do that to me again.”
He collapses into you when the silent tears turn into harsh cries, his arms wrapping around your torso so tight it almost hurts. Your own limbs circle his back so one hand can rest in his hair while the other softly traces his spine. His body’s trembling in your grasp, but you just pull him closer.
This is precisely what you were hoping to avoid by only relaying the situation to him once you knew more. You’re sure your mother meant well and thought she was being helpful, but it put Jungkook through an onslaught of unnecessary fear.
You continue apologizing and reassuring him of Naru’s condition, even though you know he doesn’t actually fault you for anything. He may be asking you to spare him from something like this in the future, but in reality he’s begging the universe itself.
Once Jungkook eventually calms down, he lifts his head and trails his hands up your back until he’s cupping your jaw.
“Can I see her?”
“Of course.”
He surprises you with a kiss rather than bolting right into the room. It isn’t just a peck, either, but a soft, reverent press of his lips to your own. Your foreheads meet once your mouths part, where you remain for a moment before he sighs and forces his head up.
Without another word, you take his hand to lead him into the room where Naru’s still sound asleep.
She looks perfectly peaceful as you two approach her bed, but Jungkook still drops straight into the chair and presses one of her hands to his lips.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Naru,” he whispers.
You pull up another seat for yourself before placing your own hand on his lower back.
“You couldn’t have known, honey.”
Jungkook shakes his head and turns towards you while resting his cheek on his and Naru’s intertwined fingers.
“I should’ve.” His eyes flicker towards her again. “I was in a rush this morning, so I didn’t kiss the kids goodbye like I normally do. Instead I just peeked my head in to say I loved them. If I had, I would’ve known something was wrong, and we could’ve gotten her here faster or maybe even avoided it entirely.”
“Don’t do that to yourself,” you instruct. “She’s here now and she’s going to be just fine.”
When you tuck some hair behind his ear, a gentle smile appears as he twists his head to kiss your fingertips.
“I’m sorry to you, too. I haven’t even asked about you yet.”
“Me?”
“You must have been so terrified dealing with this all by yourself.”
The statement makes you recall how helpless and frightened you felt, but you didn’t focus on your emotions for a single second; Naru’s all that mattered.
“I, uh, I don’t even know how to describe it. On one hand, I remember being petrified, but my mom-brain was also running a million miles a minute.”
“That’s because you’re a goddamn superhero.”
You giggle at the familiar compliment before leaning on his shoulder.
“As long as you’re my sidekick.”
Jungkook chuckles and gives the top of your head a smooch.
“Always,” he promises. You both shift your attention to Naru to watch her chest gracefully rise and fall at a steady rhythm. Her little hand’s still locked with Jungkook’s as his thumb grazes her knuckles. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel more afraid than when I saw you pass out during the twin’s birth.”
It’s fairly difficult to forget the traumatic experience of bringing your boys into the world, and it was even worse for Jungkook.
“Then this morning happened?”
He nods.
“The whole drive over I just kept thinking about what I would do if… if the worst happened. Since the moment you told me you were pregnant, I’ve been Naru’s dad, and it was the first time in my life a title actually meant something to me.” His lip begins to quiver. “I don’t even know who I am, or who I’d be, if not her dad.”
Your mouth drops open in shock until a frown takes over.
“Koo,” you call to him while lifting his chin with your fingertips. “You will always be Naru’s dad, even after both you and her have left this earth. Which won’t be for a long, long time, by the way.”
A small smile accompanies Jungkook sniffling to prevent any more tears from falling. Just then, you hear a soft moan and Naru’s eyes slowly open, causing you both to gasp and eagerly stand so you’re closer to her.
She still appears a little disoriented, but once her sights set on Jungkook above her, she starts beaming.
“Daddy!”
His expression automatically mirrors her own as he bends down to kiss her forehead and brush some hair back.
“Hi, baby,” he coos. “How are you feeling?”
Her brow creases when she glances down, almost like she isn’t entirely sure.
“I had a weird dream,” she answers. “There were flashing lights, a loud ringing, and lots of strange voices. At first I was hot, but then I got really cold.”
You decide to move your chair to the opposite side so she can see you both, and unsurprisingly, her eyes light up once you’re in view. She stretches her hand out, which you gladly accept before pressing a couple kisses to her skin.
“That must’ve been scary,” Jungkook responds to her.
Naru nods.
“I could hear Mommy’s voice, too, but it sounded far away, like she was underwater or something.”
“Well, it’s all over now and the doctors will take great care of you until we go home,” you explain. “Does that sound good, pretty girl?”
Her smile grows and she nods again while sitting up in bed. You click the call button so they can reexamine her now that she’s awake, but it isn’t a doctor who knocks on the door a few minutes later.
Instead, you hear the frantic padding of a very pregnant, very anxious Jihyo.
“Is she okay?” Your best friend pants while traveling as quickly as her swollen feet will allow.
Rather than responding to her yourself, Naru leans back until she’s no longer hidden behind Jungkook.
“Hi, auntie Ji!”
Jihyo stops in her tracks before her entire body visibly relaxes and she sighs in relief.
“Oh, thank God.” When she begins walking again, Jungkook stands to join you so she can sit. “I almost had a heart attack when I saw her name on the ambulance intake list.”
Naru excitedly stretches her arms wide for her beloved aunt, who gives her one of the tightest hugs she’s ever received. She also peppers Naru’s head with kisses until your daughter squeals in protest.
After plopping down in the empty seat, Jihyo’s hands immediately start massaging her baby bump in large circles, bringing a smile to your face because of how adorable she looks with a bun in the oven.
“I didn’t check anything in her file before running… well, waddling, over here. Is everything okay?”
You pet Naru’s hair as she settles back into the bed and pulls the sheets up to her chest. It’s obvious she’s still exhausted from everything her body’s been through, so you lull her to sleep before explaining the situation to Jihyo.
It was fairly soon after her and Namjoon’s wedding that they announced their pregnancy, and now she’s already in her third trimester.
“I can’t believe you’re working seven months pregnant,” you tell her.
She shrugs.
“I’d be too bored if I didn’t.”
Jungkook’s eyes instantly look in your direction and you reply with a warning glance, but he still chuckles under his breath.
“Funny. I don’t remember that being a problem at all for Bambi,” he teases.
Your elbow jabs his side, leaving him hunched over and overdramatically groaning despite your lack of force.
The three of you continue to chat until Jihyo has to return to work, at which point you and Jungkook meet with the doctors to discuss Naru’s condition. They explain the details of her condition and why she keeps getting sick before prescribing her a handful of medications and vitamins to take every day. But they assure you she should only need vitamins to keep her immune system healthy once she’s done with the regimen.
She’s kept overnight just to be safe, so your mom stays at your place with the twins. Thankfully, there’s a small couch in the room you and Jungkook are able to squeeze onto. Except only an hour into the night, Naru begs one of you to join her in the unfamiliar bed. You volunteer for the position and climb in beside her, but once Jungkook sees you two cozied up together, he pouts from across the room.
“So you guys get to snuggle all night while I’m over here by myself?”
Naru giggles and cuddles closer to you.
“It’s girls only, Daddy!”
Jungkook’s lips purse until he looks cartoonishly hurt, causing you and your daughter to laugh at his expense.
“Well, you know what? When we get home, the boys and I are going to have a sleepover and neither of you will be invited!”
“Please do. I’d love a night off from diaper duty,” you counter.
Your very mature husband sticks his tongue out, but you’re not much better when you simply blow raspberries right back.
Although you two love messing around, you genuinely hate sleeping without Jungkook. Of course, Naru’s a great substitute, but having her small frame curled up beside you just isn’t the same as feeling his arms around you or his heartbeat against your back.
With the knowledge of what’s been causing Naru to get sick, you’re able to prevent further illnesses. It’s honestly life changing because you’re finally able to find a rhythm as a family with her consistently going to school.
The only downside is how damn busy you are all the time. Being a stay at home mom with three kids was challenging enough, but it’s nothing compared to leaving the house twice a day to grab Naru. One might believe it can’t possibly be that complex, but dressing, feeding, and strapping two one-year-olds into car seats for both pick up and drop off while still remaining on time is a Herculean labor.
It’s also unexpectedly lonely, because while other parents get to mingle outside the school as they wait for their children, you have to stay in your car with the twins. You don’t mind too much considering you have plenty of friends, but it’s difficult planning play dates for Naru when you’re not familiar with any of the parents.
Which is what you’re currently explaining to Jungkook while moving in and out of the en-suite to complete your nightly routine.
“So then I feel terrible telling her no because I’m not comfortable sending her to someone’s house I don’t know, and since the other mom feels the same, it’s a wash. We could always do a public play date, I guess, but those are logistical nightmares,” you ramble in the middle of applying moisturizer.
“Can’t you just get to know this other mom over the phone or something?” Jungkook suggests from where he’s lounging in bed.
“No.” After setting down your last product, you return to your bedroom and lean against the doorframe. “I swear, parents are crazy these days. I would be perfectly fine with it, but everyone else is super strict.”
Your husband sighs and puts his phone down on the nightstand so he can give you his full attention. It’s obvious how distressed you are, which means it’s up to him to fix it.
“C’mere, babygirl.”
His hand stretches towards you and on instinct, you cross the room so he can guide you into bed. His opposite arm naturally loops around your waist as you straddle his thighs and relax in his lap. Feeling Jungkook’s fingers dance across your ribcage and up your back is mundane, but the familiarity doesn’t make it any less comforting.
“I feel like I’m failing,” you quietly confess.
Your fingertips are drawing nonsensical shapes along his collarbones, one of which is decorated with pretty ink that continues onto his shoulder.
“I know even if I tell you that you aren’t, you won’t believe me.” Can’t argue there. Your husband knows you a little too well on behalf of him spending the first part of his life as your best friend. “So is there anything else I can do to help? Maybe I can talk to my boss about working remotely in the evenings so you don’t have to lug the twins around. I could even pick Naru up from school myself depending on how busy I am.”
The suggestion makes your brow scrunch.
“No… no.”
“Why not?”
Jungkook’s staring at you with those big, chocolate eyes you can never resist. It’s impossible not to melt in them, including relenting to his idea despite feeling the need to prove yourself as a mom.
“Because your job’s outside the home, and mine’s in it. You shouldn’t have to pick up my slack when every other stay at home mom does just fine.”
He scoffs.
“Just because we decided to have you stay here with the kids doesn’t mean I’m absolved of my responsibilities,” he argues. “We have twin toddlers, Bams. I don’t give a damn what other moms can or can’t do. I only care about you. And if you’re driving yourself into the ground trying to balance everything, the least I can do is help.”
“I don’t —”
“Nuh uh. Look at me.” One of his hands slides up your back to grip your jaw and force your eyes to meet. You were purposely avoiding his gaze both for your resolve and so he wouldn’t see how watery your own are. Once he does, his entire expression softens as he leans in to slowly kiss across your cheeks and nose. “I promised to always take care of you, so please let me.”
Following a deep sigh, you fall forward until your foreheads press together.
“I shouldn’t need to be taken care of, Koo. I’m supposed to be the caretaker.”
Jungkook shakes his head.
“That’s not how it works, Bambi.” His thumb glides along your cheekbone, catching the stray tear that escaped from your waterline. “You’ve got me and I’ve got you.”
You can’t help but smile when his words are sweeter than candy. Nevertheless, it’s always been difficult accepting help from anyone, especially after becoming a mom. There’s a constant need deep inside to prove yourself, even though you aren’t sure to whom. With Naru in school, it’s easy to compare yourself to the other parents, and you have a suspicion you just don’t measure up.
But you can’t deny how much stress it’d relieve to have Jungkook around. Your pride’s still on the line, but you think you know how to trick your brain into accepting his help.
“Well, I would love to see you more often,” you state. “I miss you so much during the day.”
He knows precisely what you’re doing, because of course he does. Prompting a wide grin to appear.
“Exactly. How could you ever say no to more time together?”
You giggle and shrug your shoulders.
“And why would I?”
“Right!”
The two of you share a bright laugh until Jungkook muffles it by stealing a kiss. His hand on your face roams into your hair as the arm around your waist brings you closer. Your fingers follow his lead, sliding along his shoulders so you can play with the soft hair at his nape.
With how busy life’s been lately, you can’t remember the last time you kissed and touched one another without rushing. Being parents means most sexual encounters are quickies at best, and ever since Naru started school, even those happen sporadically.
Hence why Jungkook’s leisurely rolling his tongue into your mouth while your lips collide between quiet moans.
You miss the slow moments; chunks of time reserved solely for you two. This hectic period won’t last forever, and you both know that, but it’s still hard when you’re going through it.
“God, I missed the way you taste,” Jungkook mumbles before trailing kisses across your jaw. “Just missed you.”
The sensation of his warm, wet lips on your skin makes your head lull as you sigh and your fingers rake through his hair.
“Koo,” you whisper with a gentle tug.
He merely hums against your throat while continuing to paint you in saliva.
“I love you so damn much, baby.”
It’s his last remark before his face disappears in your cleavage, his tongue darting out to trace the curve of your chest. He eventually switches to sloppy kisses as his hand on your ribs moves to caress your neglected breast over your top.
“I —” A short giggle interrupts you. “I love you, too.”
If he hears you, he doesn’t make it known; far too busy gorging himself on your tits. The only problem is tomorrow’s an early morning because the twins have their final infant vaccine appointment. You’d love nothing more than to let Jungkook do whatever he wants with you for hours on end, but it just isn’t possible tonight.
“Honey, we shouldn’t.” Your husband growls his dissent into your chest. “Jungkook.”
“No,” he whines before shoving his face between your tits. It leaves you relentlessly giggling until he glances up with his infamous puppy eyes. “Please, baby.”
If only you could give in, especially considering you haven’t been able to do anything besides him bending you over a counter or pushing you up against a wall in a long time. Alas, parental duty calls.
“I promise the next time we get a chance, we’ll go all night. Okay?”
Jungkook groans while flopping onto the pillows and you hate the sudden loss of his hands on you.
“It’ll get easier soon, right?”
“Of course, it will,” you answer as your fingers comb through his hair. “Everything’s just so new right now, but once we get a hang of things, we’ll be back to normal in no time.”
He sighs, but he must believe you somewhat because he flashes you a warm smile that you echo right back.
“I can’t wait,” he declares.
You obviously feel the same, and convey your agreement via a chaste kiss.
The following Monday, Jungkook talks to his boss about the possibility of working remotely and they agree to discuss it after the current game launch.
As much as you hate to admit it, you’d be beyond grateful to have help. Even if Jungkook remains in his home office all day while you go about your normal routine, being able to leave the twins at home with him will lift a huge burden off your shoulders. You also can’t deny wanting to see him more often since you’ve both been so busy lately.
A couple weeks later, you and your pair of rambunctious boys are lying on a playmat in the living room as they match toys of different shapes and colors. They’re both so smart already, just like Naru was at their age, making it all too easy to cheer them on.
“Re!” Ken shouts while holding up a red cube.
“Red,” you softly correct him, emphasizing the last letter.
He simply giggles in response before slamming the cube down over the circle hole and moving onto the next one.
Kai, on the other hand, is much gentler in his approach. He rolls the shapes around under his palm to examine them and even gives them a nice bite just to see what information it’ll provide him. Once he’s done investigating, he places the shape into the corresponding hole.
“Good job, little man!”
Your son smiles as though it’s the biggest compliment in the world, his chubby cheeks rising like freshly baked dough.
Ken begins to crawl away from you after finishing his pairs, so you keep a close eye on him. He uses the couch to stand and guide himself towards the entrance of the room and you realize his actions have a purpose once you hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
The little boy laughs like a maniac, no doubt recognizing his dad’s familiar gait. He does his best to walk without holding onto any furniture, but he only lasts a couple steps before he’s on his knees again.
Thankfully, Jungkook waltzes in at the perfect moment, and Ken doesn’t even register the fall because he’s too excited.
“Da! Dada!”
Like always, a massive smile overtakes Jungkook’s face when he bends down to scoop up the toddler.
“There you are,” he cheers. “What’s my little buddy been up to, huh?”
Ken joyously squeals while kicking his feet in the air until your husband lowers him onto his hip and gives him plenty of kisses.
Clearly feeling left behind, Kai makes a break for the action by crawling at light speed towards his father. Jungkook notices immediately, prompting him to place Ken down so he can lift up Kai instead.
“Hey, you!” As soon as he’s able, Kai wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck and burrows his face in his chest. “Were you having fun with Mommy?”
Your little boy nods without ever lifting his head and Jungkook snickers in adoration before pressing his lips to Kai’s hair.
After momentarily admiring them together, you stand to greet Jungkook as well. Ken reaches for you as you pass by, so you snatch him from the ground and rest him on your own hip.
“What are you doing here so early?”
Before replying, Jungkook leans in for a kiss that causes both boys to giggle.
“Boss gave me the rest of the day off to celebrate another successful launch. Which also means I get to work from home in the afternoons starting next week. All I have to do is come in an hour earlier,” he explains.
Your jaw drops open when you delightfully gasp.
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am. I know mornings will still be tough, but I hope it’ll help, even just a little.”
“It will,” you assure him. “I can’t thank you enough.”
Jungkook scoffs.
“Are you kidding? More time at home with my wife and kids? Oh, the torture!”
You smack his bicep with your free hand, but he just laughs and swoops in for another smooch.
The babies in your arms begin getting fussy, clearly ready to be put down so they can play some more. You gently return Kai to the floor and he instantly takes off on his hands and knees towards the toys. Jungkook follows your lead by setting Kai down, who races after his brother to join the fun.
A moment later, you feel the familiar sensation of your husband's arms around your waist and you naturally melt into his embrace. His head falls to your neck where he places a few kisses while you trace the tattoos staining his right arm.
“When’s the last time this happened, hm?” Jungkook asks. “Just you, me, and the troublemakers.”
You snicker before resting your head on his shoulder to look at him.
“Maybe four months?”
“We should make the most of it, then.”
“Absolutely,” you concur with a peck.
Suddenly you and Jungkook are standing side by side behind the couch, where you’ve laid down multiple playmats and blankets to form a makeshift aisle. You’re both hunched over with a twin each dangling from your fingertips. The two boys joyously screech and cackle as they hover just above the ground, obviously enjoying being airborne.
Bam and Usagi watch with hesitant curiosity from their place on a nearby chair. Your loving Doberman’s slightly less relaxed than the cat curled up beside him because his protective nature always keeps him on high alert.
“On three?” Jungkook proposes.
“You better not cheat.”
Your eyes are already locked on the opposite side of the room, your target destination, but you still hear his lighthearted chuckle.
“I would never.” With a click of your tongue, you readjust your feet to be ready to run as Jungkook counts down beside you. “Three… two… one… go!”
The very second he shouts the order, you both place your respective child on the floor before taking off towards the end of the last playmat. It’s the finish line for today’s race and the sooner you reach it, the better your chances of victory.
There’s hardly any time between when you two drop to your knees so you can begin encouraging the boys to head in your direction. From the outside, you probably look like a pair of maniacs as you enthusiastically cheer and holler for them to keep crawling.
“That’s a good boy! C’mere, Ken,” you call while motioning at yourself.
“You got it, bubba, come to Daddy.” Jungkook adds motivation by clapping, which seems to grab Kai’s attention. “Yeah, there you go!”
Both twins eagerly follow your commands by crawling across the soft surfaces as fast as they can. They’re neck and neck, so the race will definitely be down to the wire.
You and Jungkook are already trying your best to guide your sons closer, but once they’re within arm’s reach, you really go all out.
“That’s it, Kai!”
“Go, go, go!”
“No mercy!”
“You can do it, baby!”
Their tiny hands are perfectly aligned with only a few steps to go, causing you both to hold your breath in anticipation.
In a surprise twist, Kai slows down just a hair when he glances up at his beloved dad. Once Jungkook realizes what’s about to happen, his eyes expand in horror and he begins frantically waving his hands.
“No, no, no,” he pleads in desperation.
It’s too late. Your son halts only a couple inches before the finish line to mirror Jungkook’s claps with a massive smile on his face. Meanwhile, Ken crawls right into your awaiting arms for a landslide victory. You let out a celebratory squeal as you stand and twirl the toddler high above your head.
“You did amazing, sweet boy!” You applaud him. “Who’s Mommy’s little champion?”
Ken coos and stretches his hands towards you. Because despite not realizing he just won you bragging rights for the foreseeable future, he understand his mom’s proud of him.
After returning Ken to your chest for a loving kiss attack, you notice Jungkook still on his knees with a completely dejected expression. Kai’s just ahead of him, rolling on his tummy while pulling at the playmat.
“Don't look so down, baby.” His gaze shifts to you with the fury of a thousand suns. “At least you lost because your son loves you so much.”
He tsks.
“There’s no place for love in competition, Bambi.”
Kai has impeccable timing when he finally crawls to Jungkook, which instantly wipes away his sour face. It’s impossible for him to resist one of his precious babies gesturing for him. Hence why Kai receives a consolation prize of being aggressively snuggled by his dad.
“What was that again?”
Jungkook shoots you another melodramatic glare that you respond to by blowing him some kisses. His face automatically burns bright pink, as though you don’t kiss him multiple times a day, but you still feel prideful regardless.
The twins are more than ready for their afternoon nap after all the fun, so you and Jungkook head upstairs together. Once they’re both tucked into their respective cribs, your husband takes your hand to lead back to the first floor.
It’s serene with the boys asleep, especially since you’re not alone like usual.
Maybe it’s weird, but you really love holding Jungkook’s hand. They’re much bigger than yours, but his fingers still fit perfectly in between your own somehow. His hands are always warm and soft, and he also has a habit of squeezing every few minutes as a reminder that he’s there.
You remember as kids, your parents would constantly tell you two to hold hands while crossing the street or among big crowds. Back then, Jungkook would envelope your entire hand in a firm grip so you wouldn’t lose each other.
He’s always been so protective of you and it wasn’t until you got older that you realized all the little things. If you were walking along a sidewalk together, he’d stand on the side closest to the road. In packed spaces, his hand would hover near your lower back. On a night out if you chose to separate, he’d ensure you’re at least still in his line of sight.
It’s just second nature to him, and although you’re not physically intimidating enough to return the favor, you like to think you’ve done the same for him emotionally over the years. Maybe you can’t protect him, but you’re able to protect his heart.
Your little reverie causes you to miss Jungkook guiding you across the room near the stereo beside your TV. It isn’t until you hear music floating through the air that your eyebrows perk up in a silent question.
“Don’t worry, I know Naru gets out of school soon.”
“Then…”
He smirks and commandeers your other hand before walking backwards to a spot with more space.
“You know, sometimes I feel sad we never got to be a couple before having kids,” Jungkook confesses. “There’s a lot of stuff we didn’t get the opportunity to do, so whenever we do have alone time together, I wanna make the most of it.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
“I don’t know.” An obvious lie given the mischievous smile on his face. “Maybe by dancing around the living room?”
You two often grab your kids for a rhythmic twirl around the house, but it’s been quite a while since you did so by yourselves.
“You’re so cute when you’re being romantic, baby,” you tell him.
Since you aren’t protesting the idea, Jungkook pulls you close and secures your waist with one arm so you can dance together to the slow beat of the music. Your free hand moves to his shoulder as he lifts your intertwined fingers into the proper position.
“So I’m not cute all the time?”
He raises a challenging eyebrow, causing you to snicker.
“You’re everything all the time.” Your fingers resting on his shoulder slide into his hair and he immediately smiles at the familiar touch. “Cute, cool, charismatic, gorgeous, sexy. You name it.”
“Wow, you must really love me,” he remarks.
Similar to your wedding day, Jungkook lets go to spin you under his arm before guiding you back in place. You continue swaying along to the song, although you’re both much more focused on each other than dancing.
“I’m so in love with you it’s scary.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s so scary about it?”
Your fingertips scratch his scalp and elicit a low, content hum while he awaits your response.
“Because it’s overwhelming,” you admit. “And because I’d do anything for you without a second thought.”
Jungkook pensively nods.
“It’s like that for me, too.” As if to show you with actions instead of words, he tugs you closer until your chests brush and uses his arm to anchor you there. “Sometimes I think about you and I worry my heart will beat right out of my ribcage.” You giggle as a light blush spreads across your cheeks. “And I honestly feel a little crazy.”
“What? Why?”
His tongue hits the roof of his mouth.
“All the guys at work talk about their wives like marriage is a chore,” he explains. “Sure, they might not openly talk bad about them, but their feelings are clear based on their tone and word choice.” He shakes his head. “Then there’s me, who genuinely can’t shut up about you.” His candor makes you chuckle again. “I’m serious, Bams. I’m so fucking obsessed with you I think something might actually be wrong with me.”
You burst into a fit of giggles, but you also know he’s being completely honest.
“Koo, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“But I don’t understand how I can be the only person who’s still just as in love after all these years, when other people’s ‘honeymoon’ phases don’t last this long.”
“Well, you’re not the only one,” you correct him.
All the tension in Jungkook’s features disappears as a brilliant smile takes it’s place.
“Of course. How could I forget?”
“I don’t know.” You flash him a playful grin. “But it better not happen again.”
Instead of replying, he releases you for another twirl, but rather than bringing you back into his arms, he dips you across his body after.
“Or what?”
Your eyes are stuck on each other, causing you to almost forget you’re in your living room and not somewhere only the two of you exist.
“Or I’ll have to remind you just how obsessed I am with you in return.”
Jungkook’s smile widens.
“Promise?”
In an instant, he effortlessly leads you back to your feet before giving your hand a gentle kiss and bowing as if it was a formal dance. Except the charade doesn’t last long because Jungkook seemingly gets an urge he can’t resist and surges forward for a kiss.
His hands cradle your face while yours sneak around his back to pull him closer. Despite this being at least your one billionth kiss, it always feels like the first because Jungkook kisses you with so much ardor and devotion it steals your breath. Even when the lip lock is short and sweet.
Which isn’t exactly how you’d describe this one.
As your lips mold into one, he gracefully walks you backwards until your spine meets a hard surface. The sound of you bumping into the wall makes you both snicker before your tongues wrap around each other inside your mouth.
Unfortunately, your alarm to pick up Naru goes off before you’re able to do anything else. Jungkook groans and presses his forehead against your own while you sigh in defeat.
“I’m sorry, my love,” you lament. “We can pick up where we left off later?”
He shakes his head and stands to his full height, letting his hands drag along your curves until he squeezes your hips and drops them.
“If we get a chance,” he counters. Your face falls, but Jungkook reaches out to caress your cheek. “I’m not upset, baby. I just miss taking my time with you. I can’t even remember the last time I ate you out or… kissed you for longer than a minute.”
Unlike when it was just Naru, you can’t call up your parents or friends to babysit for the evening or weekend. Looking after three kids, especially two under two, is nothing like watching one. Nowadays you can only ship them off to someone’s house during important events or emergencies.
Not to say your friends and family aren’t still extremely helpful. You genuinely don’t know what you’d do without them, but you aren’t the only couple with kids anymore so you have to handle a lot more on your own.
Besides Jihyo and Namjoon recently welcoming their beautiful little girl, Yoongi and Jimin adopted a two year old boy and are doubly busy planning their wedding. Seokjin just proposed to his girlfriend and both Tzuyu and Nayeon have moved in with their partners. Mina hasn’t told anyone besides you, but she found out she’s pregnant with her and Tae’s second child. Hoseok and Yujin are still going strong and although Chaewon started seeing someone a couple months ago, Eunchae’s still looking for the right person.
Unfortunately, no matter how crazy you and Jungkook still are about each other after all these years, life often moves faster than you want it to. It feels like just yesterday everyone in your friend group was single and now half of you have kids.
It’s like you told Jungkook a few weeks ago, everything’s new and you’re the first couple out of your friends to send their child to school. But you’re confident this dry spell won’t last forever and hopefully your return to normalcy happens sooner rather than later.
“I know.” You catch Jungkook’s hand on your cheek to lace your fingers together. “Maybe we can find some time this weekend?”
Even though he’s obviously skeptical, he smiles and nods.
It’s the first time you’re able to pick up Naru without the twins in tow, allowing you to finally meet some of the parents of the kids she always talks about in her class.
Your routine becomes a lot easier after that. Mornings are still a mad dash, but having Jungkook home in the afternoon relieves even more stress than originally anticipated. Not only does it mean you can leave without hauling the twins along, but he’s even able to start dinner and take care of some chores depending on his workload.
Now you’re finally acquainted with all the other parents and you’ve gotten fairly close with a few of them. Naru being friends with their children also helps. You don’t know what you’d do if she got close with kids whose parents you didn’t like.
The person you get along with the most is Seojun, the father of the little girl Naru calls her “BFF.” He’s chill like you and has a similar sense of humor, so you poke fun at the more uptight parents together. For the past month you’ve stood side by side to wait for your daughters to exit, along with some other easygoing moms and dads.
Today’s a special occasion because Jungkook and the twins are accompanying you to the school. You’re all heading to your parents’ house for dinner and you need to leave right away to avoid being late.
Jungkook stays in the car with the boys while you wait for Naru outside the classroom doors like normal. After giving him a quick kiss and crossing the street from the parking lot, you join your usual group on the sidewalk.
“Afternoon,” Seojun greets you.
“Howdy.”
“It looks like you’ve got an entourage today,” one of the moms comments.
Your eyes flit back to the car where you see Jungkook turned around playing with the twins.
“Yeah, we’ve got a fun night with the grandparents ahead of us,” you explain.
“Do they get along? Your in-laws and your folks?” Seojun asks.
The question almost makes you laugh.
“Oh, yeah. Our moms were college roommates and our dads were already friends when they met them. Not to mention, they’re neighbors.”
Everyone chuckles at the cute backstory, but Seojun clicks his tongue once the laughter dies down.
“You’re lucky. I’ve never even met my in-laws because the relationship’s so bad.”
You frown.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be,” he replies with a wave of his hand. “We don’t need anyone like them in our lives, anyway.”
It’s certainly a great mindset to have, even if you still can’t help but feel bad.
The conversation shifts to more small talk as you all wait for your kids. You and Seojun exchange your regular jokes and chitchat until Naru finally emerges from the double doors holding hands with none other than Seojun’s daughter, Jia.
“Hey, little bug,” you call to her.
Her already large smile widens to reveal the small space where her first tooth fell out not too long ago. The older she gets, the more she looks like Jungkook did at her age, down to the adorable dimple in her cheek. It makes denying her anything nearly impossible, just as it is with your husband.
“Hi, Mommy!” Naru replies.
“Dada!” Jia cheers.
They drop each other’s hand in order to run at you two and you both bend down at the same time to haul your girls into your arms.
“Did you have a good day at school today, little lady?” Seojun questions his daughter.
“Mmhm. We learned all about colors!”
“And about why everyone’s eyes see different ones,” Naru adds.
Jia vehemently nods in agreement.
“Wow,” you comment. “You know what might be fun later?” Your daughter’s eyes go wide while awaiting your explanation. “You can practice by pointing out all the colors in Daddy’s tattoos.”
Naru gasps before rapidly clapping her hands.
“Let’s do it, let’s do it!”
“Your daddy has tattoos?” Jia asks in wonder.
“Yup. A whole bunch of ‘em right here.”
She raises her right arm and slides her other hand up towards her shoulder to show Jia.
“Mine does, too, but his are all over.”
You and Seojun snicker at their conversation before informing the girls it’s time to go and wishing one another goodbye. He mentions he’ll text you about setting up a playdate soon and you holler an affirmative response over your shoulder as you cross the street with Naru.
By the time you reach the car, Jungkook’s leaning on the passenger side door to properly greet you both. Naru, who you put down once you’re in the parking lot, bolts straight into his awaiting arms.
“There’s my princess,” Jungkook remarks while lifting her onto his hip. She’s getting bigger everyday and you know sooner or later neither of you will be able to pick her up, so you’re trying to savor the time you have left. “How are you doing?”
“Good. Mommy said I can use your tattoos to practice learning about colors,” she tells him.
“Of course, you can. But only if you finish eating all your dinner tonight. You remember we’re going to grandma and grandpa’s, right?” She nods. “Good girl.”
Jungkook kisses her head before strapping her into the open car seat while you hop in the driver’s side. He joins you a second later, but unlike usual, he doesn’t take your hand or lean over to kiss your cheek.
You don’t pay it too much attention since you know it’s been a long week and you still have the entire evening ahead of you. The only issue is, his weird behavior doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t necessarily avoid your touch, but he isn’t welcoming it, either.
Before, during, and after dinner you notice multiple moments when he does something totally opposite from normal. When you ask him to grab a spoon so you can help taste test for your mom, he doesn’t kiss the top of your head as he so often does. Then at the table, his hand never lands on your thigh despite him always wanting to touch you.
By the time you’re done with the dishes, you’re spiraling too much to ignore it any longer and ask him to join you in your childhood bedroom while the kids play with your parents.
After shutting the door behind you, you wait with your arms crossed as Jungkook peruses the room.
“I can’t remember the last time I was in here,” he notes.
“What’s going on with you?”
He stops mapping the walls to face you, but his expression’s unreadable.
“Nothing.”
“Koo,” you flatly counter.
“I’m serious, Bambi.”
You step closer and the way he ever so slightly recoils reveals everything you need to know.
“I’m sorry, since when do we lie to each other?”
Jungkook shakes his head.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” he defends.
“Then what are you doing?”
His jaw ticks and he clears his throat as his eyes glance everywhere but at you. But after a lingering breath, he finally returns his gaze to your face.
“Who was that guy you were talking to earlier?”
A single eyebrow flies up your forehead before you scoff.
“Wait, have you been giving me the cold shoulder because you’re jealous?”
“No!”
You know Jungkook well enough to see right through him, and even if you didn’t, the instant denial makes his feelings obvious.
“He’s Jia’s dad. You know, the one Naru really likes,” you answer. “And the parent I get along with the most. We talk everyday before pick up.”
“I can tell. You guys seemed pretty friendly with each other,” Jungkook declares while crossing his arms and turning his body away from you.
“Are you being serious right now?” When he doesn’t respond, you take matters into your own hands by stomping over until you’re face to face again. “You do realize this was the whole point of you working from home, right? So I could get to know the other parents.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to get close with some random man.”
Your eyes nearly roll right out of your head.
“Random man? He’s our daughter’s friend’s dad!”
“I don’t care, Bams!” For the first time since you came up here, Jungkook’s emotions are evident in his features. The hurt, longing, and even deep green envy. “I realized today you have a whole other world I’m not a part of. A different friend group, new inside jokes… and I’m just an outsider.”
All your defenses drop when you hear his explanation. It never occurred to you Jungkook might feel left out as the working parent and now your heart aches.
“Baby, you’re not an outsider, you just haven’t had a chance to meet everyone yet.”
He shakes his head again.
“You don’t get it.”
“Then explain it to me.”
You’re staring too intensely to shy away, even though that’s clearly his desire. Thankfully, his arms soon unravel before he pushes his hair back with both hands.
“I just miss you so fucking much, baby,” he confesses.
His answer causes your eyebrows to pinch together.
“Miss me? I know our sex life’s been a little dry, but I’m right here, Koo.”
“No, not like that.” You gesture for him to elaborate, but the tension in his face and rigidness of his posture tells you he doesn’t fully know how. “You may be here in front of me, but you feel so far away.” He sighs heavily and combs through his hair again. “Every night you tell me about your day, but your stories are full of names I don’t recognize and moments I can’t relate to. Even if I grabbed Naru from school instead, it’s not about knowing those people, it’s about knowing you.”
“You know me better than anyone,” you argue.
“Yeah, I do.” His hand grazes your arm, but he doesn’t actually grab you yet. “Which is why it broke my fucking heart to see you laughing with someone else. To have to sit in the car while you banter with a guy whose name I’ve never heard before.”
It’s still too difficult to piece together his feelings. You hear him, but you aren’t sure how to interpret what he’s saying.
“I wasn’t hiding anything from you, if that’s what you’re implying.”
Another head shake.
“I’m not accusing you of anything, Bams. I was jealous. I am jealous. Just not in the way you think.” His fingers finally coil around your arm and you release a deep sigh of relief you didn’t even know was being held hostage. “I know you as the mom who spends hours mixing different paints together to make the perfect shade of pink, who pauses and replays movie scenes a hundred times because they make her daughter laugh, and who wakes up early on weekends just to cook her kids’ favorite breakfast foods.”
“Right…”
He chuckles before continuing, unable to hide his endearment even in serious moments.
“But that guy knows you as the mom who cracks jokes about all the stupid shit other parents do, who drinks a fresh cup of coffee in the afternoon so she has enough energy for the evening, and who signs up for PTO bake sales without a lick of baking experience.”
Ohhh. Now you get it.
Jungkook isn’t jealous because he thinks you’ll cheat, which is good because that’s absolutely ludicrous. He’s jealous someone knows a side of you he’s yet to witness.
School and home are two entirely different realms and other than a couple exceptions, Jungkook’s never crossed the divide between them. It’s like you’re playing a video game together and you unlocked a new map, but he’s still a couple levels behind and isn’t able to explore it with you.
“That’s true,” you state. “The thing is, everyone sees a different side of me. I don’t act the same way with Jihyo and the girls as I do with our guy friends. My mom, dad, and even our kids all experience different versions. Everyone but you.” Your hands encompass his free one so you can pull him closer. “You’re the only person who knows every side, angle, and edge of who I am. No one else gets to see my puzzle pieces put together. You have all of me, Jungkook, and you always have.”
His eyes turn into miniature oasis, prettier than any night sky you’ve ever witnessed. You watch his mouth open and close a few times like a fish out of water, leading you to save him a reply by pressing your lips to his own.
He hums at the initial spark of affection; something that sounds like a mixture of pleasant surprise and immense relief. The hand on your arm glides upwards until he’s holding the side of your face as you wind yourself around his neck and force your chests together.
You’re both needy after months of never having enough time to worship each other like you want, but even so, neither of you turn the kiss into something more. It’s gentle and soft, albeit contrary to Jungkook’s fingertips on your skin. His mouth may be moving in leisurely harmony with yours, but his grip on both your head and waist feels desperate.
Once you have to break for air, his arm circles your back to keep you close as his lips move to your cheek and then your temple.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I think I really need to hear that.”
A big smile causes your eyes to crinkle in the corners.
“So you’ll stop ignoring me now?”
Jungkook sighs before a matching grin forms on his lips.
“Yes. I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking. I just felt so hurt and like… like I was losing you.”
“Koo, that’ll never happen,” you assure him.
“I know, Bambi. I don’t mean it in a literal sense.” He adjusts his hand to cradle your jaw so his thumb can run back and forth across your cheekbone. “I’m so selfish when it comes to you, and I always have been. It doesn’t help that Naru starting school makes time feel like it’s moving at the speed of light. I just can’t shake the feeling of losing control no matter how hard I try.”
You chuckle upon realizing where his brain’s at.
“You don’t like having to share us with other people.”
It’s clear you’re right on the money when his lips curl into a lopsided smirk.
“Not at all.”
His immediate affirmation makes you both giggle, which helps break the tension still lingering in the room.
“I would love to say something to make you feel better, but you’re going to have to share me, Naru, and the boys with plenty of people over the years. I mean, you’ll eventually have to give Naru away at her wedding.”
“Woah, hey! Why are you bringing that up? I’ve still got time to prepare myself for that.”
He’s so full of love you can nearly feel the excess seeping into your own skin. You’ve known Jungkook your whole life, so you understand his possessiveness isn’t from a place of control or ownership, but how huge his heart is.
“Would it help if I told you Naru still thinks boys are absolutely disgusting?”
Unsurprisingly, the light in his eyes flickers alive.
“She does?” You nod. “Well, what about you, huh? What’s your opinion on boys?”
It’s obvious he’s alluding to Seojun. Because even though he knows deep down there’s no reason to be jealous, hearing you reaffirm your loyalty always eases his mind.
“Can I show you something?”
Jungkook’s face scrunches in confusion, but he still nods and peers over your shoulder when you pull your phone from your pocket.
A minute later, you lift the device up so he can clearly see the photo on the screen.
“Who are they?” He asks while wagging his finger at the three people in the picture.
You quietly chuckle under your breath.
Just as Jia described earlier, the other man in the photo has visible tattoos on both arms, one of which is resting on Seojun’s shoulders.
“That is my new friend Seojun, his daughter Jia, and his husband Hyungsik.”
Poor Jungkook’s left sputtering as he searches for an adequate response, causing you to snicker.
“Well, he could be bi,” he poses.
All you have to do is send him a blank, vexed expression for him to smile and try pacifying you with loving pecks. As always, feeling his lips pepper your skin in warmth makes you squeal and melt into his embrace.
You two rarely have conversations like this and yet you navigate them like pros every time. It’s undoubtedly because of the many years of friendship between you, but you’re grateful nonetheless. You don’t even know what a relationship without all the trust, compassion, and understanding you and Jungkook have for each other would look like.
Thankfully, you’ll never have to find out.
After he’s done painting you in affection, you lead him back downstairs by the hand, where your kids and all four parents are waiting for you.
A Disney movie is already set up on the TV, so you and Jungkook slip between Naru and the twins, who are each sitting on your mothers’ laps. Once everyone’s comfortably cuddling on the couch, your dad presses play while Jungkook’s dad turns off the overhead lights.
You honestly don’t pay much attention to the film, too enamored by how warm and cozy the room feels with your entire family together. Naru’s head is resting on your lap as your fingers comb through her hair and your opposite hand is being cradled by Kai. Similarly, Jungkook’s playing with Ken’s short, black locks while giving Naru an absentminded foot rub. The scene is bookended by both sets of parents, who are curled up like teens in love.
At one point you turn towards Jungkook, triggering him to follow suit. As soon as you catch one another’s gaze, his head flops onto the backrest with sparkling eyes full of admiration. His reverence makes you blush, although he can’t see it in the dim light.
“I’m sorry,” he mouths to you.
An apology isn’t necessary, and you’re both aware of that, but you still appreciate the gesture.
“Me, too,” you mime in response.
His hand stretches across the back of the couch to reach you, momentarily leaving Naru without her massage. He doesn’t do anything special, merely brushes his knuckles along your cheek, and yet your heartbeat speeds up.
Unfortunately, there isn’t much you can do about Jungkook’s feelings regarding this new chapter of your lives, but you still do your best to show him nothing's changed besides a busy schedule. The easy answer would be alternating who picks up Naru from school, but even though he’s home in the afternoons, he still has to work.
Things return to their regular rhythm after that night. You become even more familiar with your fellow parents and set up multiple playdates for Naru, she makes plenty of friends who she always raves about in the evenings, and the twins learn and grow bigger everyday.
The only issue still at large is your sex life. You two do manage to find time amongst the chaos, but it’s either short and sweet or hard and fast.
You totally understand what Jungkook meant by missing you when you’re right here. It’s been over a month since the last time any foreplay was involved and even longer than that since you actually got naked to have sex.
Alas, you’re both on the same page about wanting to get your old routine back as soon as you have the chance.
Speaking of, it’s easy to fall into a comfortable candance when life’s going well. Hence why checking the calendar lately has totally slipped your mind. Not the one of events for Naru’s school or the twins’ doctor visits, but the very familiar, monthly period tracker on your phone.
As if history’s repeating itself, you don’t realize until you’re restocking the bathroom one evening. Your fingers glide down the cabinet to double check all the supplies and upon landing on a tampon box, you instantly freeze.
When was the last time you got your period?
You whip out your phone to search the tracking app you use, but when you look at last month, it’s blank.
Contrary to your insides coiling around each other, you start laughing to yourself. The volume’s low at first, but the longer your mind reels with all the possibilities, you cackle louder and louder until you sound like an insane person.
“No, no, no, no,” you chant under your breath. “This isn’t fucking happening. Not again.”
One child overpowering your birth control was already bad luck, so there’s no chance in hell another one managed to sneak past your impeccably placed IUD.
God, you knew you should’ve urged Jungkook to get snipped right after the twins were born instead of waiting.
No, it’s important to stay calm. A missed period doesn’t automatically mean you’re pregnant. All you need to do is run to the corner store for a few tests to find out.
Your legs feel unstable as you exit the bathroom and of course, Jungkook notices your strange demeanor when you pass him to reach the front door.
“Bams?”
The kids are all asleep already, so he’s just lounging with Bam and Usagi on the couch.
“I’m heading out for a few items, you need anything?”
Before you’re even able to slip your shoes on, Jungkook’s fingers stop you by grabbing ahold of your wrist.
“Woah there.” He turns you around and his suspicious expression tells you any attempts to sneak out will be useless. “What do you need from the store that’s so urgent?”
“Just some toiletries. It’s no big deal,” you answer as nonchalantly as possible.
Obviously your best friend of over thirty years doesn’t buy your little act. His head tilts and his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he surveys your face for a proper explanation.
“Bullshit,” he accuses.
“Why would I lie, baby?”
“I don’t know. Why would you?”
You don’t want to freak him out before you know anything, but you’re also certain he won’t let go until you reveal your true intentions.
“Please, Koo, I’ll explain as soon as I’m home.”
He shakes his head.
“I’m not letting you out of the house looking like you’re on the run from a serial killer.”
Well, it was worth a shot. Without another choice, you inhale and stare into his eyes.
“My period’s late,” you announce.
A singular beat passes before Jungkook’s eyes expand and his mouth drops open. After another weighted moment, he releases your arm to run his fingers through his hair while a disbelieving chuckle escapes his parted lips.
“You think you’re pregnant?”
You shrug.
“I’m not sure. That’s why I have to go grab a test.”
“That’s… impossible. I was there when they stuck that birth control device in you, okay? It’s way up there.”
“I know. I was there, too,” you retort. “But if you remember, your magical dick just loves putting babies in me.”
Jungkook frowns and steps closer to rest his hands on your biceps.
“You’re not pregnant, Bambi,” he assures you.
“I better not be or I will fucking kill you, Jeon Jungkook.”
Even when you’re threatening his life, he still smiles at you like you’re all he sees.
“Then who will help you take care of our four kids?”
“Ahh, God.”
You feign a gagging sound, but the idea genuinely sets your nerves ablaze. There’s no way you can handle having another child right now, or ever. You’re both already struggling to keep up with everything as is.
“Listen.” He gently grasps your chin to bring your attention back. “Whatever happens, whatever the result is, we’ll be okay. I promise, baby.”
His finger swipes away a stray tear before you even register one falling.
Rather than wasting more time on “what-if,” you nod assuredly and give him a quick kiss before slipping out the door.
You spend the entire drive to and from the store praying this is all just some big, bodily misunderstanding. According to your calendar, you’re only about a week and half late, so it could easily be for another reason. Such as stress, something you’re certainly not lacking.
Upon your return, three heads rise to attention at the exact same time. Bam, who’s always on guard duty, Jungkook, looking as nervous as ever, and Usagi, who immediately relaxes once she realizes it’s you.
Jungkook offers to join you, but you order him to stay put until he hears the timer go off. It’s for his own safety, really, because if you are pregnant, you may strangle him.
Just like five years ago, you pee on a multitude of pregnancy tests and then wait with bated breath for three minutes to pass. You try not to agonize over the outcome, but you honestly might be more nervous this time than back then.
When your phone alarm finally rings, you inhale deeply before checking all the tests lined up along your counter. The results carry the weight of an entire elephant and your head drops forward as you slowly exhale. In the midst of your own mental processing, Jungkook throws the door open so he can find out as well.
“Bambi?” He nervously calls for you.
Following a loud sigh, you grab the three little fortune tellers and hold them up for him to see.
“Negative,” you declare with a relieved smile.
“Oh, thank fuck.” The next thing you know, Jungkook’s hoisting you in the air by your waist. “I’ve never been so happy to see a negative test in my life!”
Now that you know nothing’s cooking in your oven, you giggle as he swishes you back and forth in little semi-circles.
“I was so fucking terrified.”
Jungkook sighs and buries his face in your neck.
“Me, too.” Although your feet meet the floor again, you two stay wrapped up in one another. “I almost lost you last time. I can’t imagine ever watching you go through that again.”
Even more than a year later, you know how much that day still haunts him. It doesn’t matter that everything turned out fine; Jungkook’s so protective just the memory of you passing out sends chills down his spine.
When you eventually untangle from each other’s embrace, a sense of overwhelming relief is evident on both your faces. In a perfect world, you’d be more than willing to pop out kids until you can’t anymore, but unfortunately, three is all you’re able to handle.
“Koo.”
“Yes, my love?”
He’s always sporting the most doting, sweet expressions, which is why threats work wonders on him.
“If you don’t call your doctor on Monday, I’ll castrate you myself.”
Of course, he merely snickers before pecking your cheek.
“Consider it done.”
Besides you having to take care of Jungkook and force him to keep his hands to himself for a full six weeks to ensure the procedure actually works, that heart attack-inducing incident comes and goes like anything else.
Before you even realize, the end of the school year’s fast approaching and you couldn’t be happier. Summertime means going back to sleeping in and spending all day with your precious children. Not to mention the boys turn two soon.
Alas, there are still plenty of events to celebrate school coming to a close, like the year-end recital the kids put on for all the parents. It’s a talent show, for lack of a better term, and your daughter’s part of the group who’s chosen to do a ballet dance.
Naru’s actually pretty good, if what you’ve seen of her practicing is anything to go by. She’s also extremely excited about showing off her new skill to you, Jungkook, and her grandparents. And like the supportive mom you are, you obviously volunteered to help with the event.
Along with the actual performance, there’s a rehearsal the night before parents are encouraged to attend.
Unfortunately, Jungkook hasn’t been able to work from home for the last few weeks because of a new game launching soon, so the twins are at Chaewon’s house while you hand out snacks and water at the rehearsal. He mentioned he’ll try to make it tonight, but sometimes duty calls.
You’re currently passing out bags of trail mix and mini water bottles to students and parents alike. It’s boring, but you love seeing the kids in all their different costumes.
During a lull in customers at your station, you check your phone for an update from Chaewon, who just sent an adorable picture of her and the boys at a park.
In the middle of typing your reply, you hear a quiet gasp from the women at the other table, but you’re too focused to glance up. You quickly realize the sound is because they’re gawking at someone who just walked in, based on the conversation you overhear.
“Whose dad is that?” Someone whispers.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen him before.”
“More importantly, is he a single dad?”
You chuckle at their gossip, but once you hear the man in question’s voice, your heart drops.
“Hi, is this where the preschool rehearsal is?”
That’s when you realize the person they’re talking about is your person. Which is the only downside to having a husband so handsome he’s probably a k-pop idol in another life.
“It is. Can we help you find a certain someone?”
Upon finally observing the interaction, you find the three women looking positively enamored with Jungkook, and the one who just spoke is literally twirling her hair like a schoolgirl. You’re also fairly certain one of them is married.
To make matters worse, he looks fucking delectable. He came straight from work so he’s in slacks and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You’ll have to scold him afterwards because he knows those gorgeous, veiny forearms are for your eyes only.
Although, that’s a minimal betrayal compared to how he’s graciously smiling back at the women behind the table. You know he’s just being polite, but you can’t help how your feral lady-brain reacts whenever people encroach on what’s yours.
Which, unfortunately, happens often with a husband as good looking as Jungkook.
“Honey,” you call before he has a chance to respond to the question.
His head turns in your direction as his smile grows exponentially, satisfying the green demon in your chest.
“There you are, beautiful!”
With a pep in your step, you scurry out from behind the table to join him. His arm automatically opens wide for you and once you’re tucked perfectly by his side, he wraps the limb around your waist.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come.”
“I know. Thought I’d surprise my girls,” he responds with a kiss on your cheek.
“Y/N,” one of the women grabs your attention. “This is your husband?”
It might be a little petty for your age, but you’re absolutely riddled with pride when you examine the three surprised faces ahead of you.
“Yeah! Ladies, meet Naru’s dad, Jungkook.”
He waves with his free hand and all three of them mirror the gesture like they’re in a trance.
“Wait, your husband as in your childhood best friend turned husband?” Another one asks.
You nod.
“Oh,” the final woman chirps. “If only we were all lucky enough to have a built-in perfect match, huh?”
“I know, right?” Jungkook chimes in while admiring you beside him. “I am without a doubt the luckiest man alive.”
It’s obvious she was referring to you being lucky and you adore seeing all their eyes widen when Jungkook flips the script.
But at the same time, his ardent gaze is causing you to blush like a maniac, so you retaliate by lightly elbowing his side. He giggles at your faux annoyance before tightening his hold, which you certainly don’t mind. You’ll never complain about showing him and your affection for each other off, especially to women like them.
“Well, we should probably go find Naru before it’s her turn,” you announce. “Would one of you mind taking my place over there?”
One of them volunteers as you take Jungkook’s hand to lead him into the auditorium. Even while strolling away, you sense their eyes following you. It’s clear Jungkook can tell as well, based on how he snickers a moment later.
“You weren’t kidding about women and rolled up sleeves. What’s with that?”
You chuckle and glance back at him over your shoulder.
“It isn’t the sleeves, Koo. You’re fucking sex on legs.”
It’s his turn to glow bright as a tomato and he even hides his face in your shoulder while you head further into the room together. It isn’t often you get to make him blush in return, so you feel especially satisfied.
The rehearsal goes off without a hitch and it was helpful because now you’re fully aware what Naru needs for tomorrow. So just before tucking her into bed, you place her costume and other essentials on her dresser to ensure nothing’s forgotten.
Jungkook’s already sitting on the edge of her bed to kiss her goodnight and you join him once everything’s laid out.
“You excited about the recital, bug?” You ask her.
“Yes! I can’t wait for you guys to see it,” she exclaims. “I just wish all my aunts and uncles could come, too.”
The school only gave each family six tickets, not including other children, so none of your friends are able to attend.
“I know, but we’ll video your performance so they can watch it later.”
She giggles and enthusiastically kicks her feet, making you both smile from ear to ear.
“Alright, princess, you need lots of rest if you’re going to do a good job tomorrow, right?” Jungkook suggests.
Naru nods while shimmying under the blankets.
“Wait, are you sure you’ll be there, Daddy? You’ve been away at work a lot.”
He frowns at the question.
“Of course, I will. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He leans in to kiss her forehead. “And I promise to sit as close to the stage as possible.”
Your little girl beams and reaches up to hug him before doing the same to you and plopping back into bed. You and Jungkook leave after telling her you love her, which she parrots as you shut off the lights. The twins were tucked in hours ago, so you two sneak away to your bedroom downstairs once you’re sure they’re all set for the evening.
The next day’s a whirlwind, but thankfully your parents are there to help with the twins while you triple check that Naru has everything she needs.
Jungkook will have to meet you there because of work, so the eight of you head to the school together. After dropping Naru off with her teacher, you find seats in the auditorium and text him the row number. The problem is, his work’s at least forty five minutes away and when you check his location shortly before the recital’s supposed to start, it shows him still at the office.
His mom shoots you a worrying glance as the lights go down, but Naru’s group doesn’t perform until the end, so you’re hopeful he’ll make it in time.
You spend the entire show anxiously gnawing on your lip and surveying the entrances to see if he snuck in the back since you can’t check your phone. Jungkook doesn’t break promises, and he certainly doesn’t miss important moments like this. Even though he was at work, you’re worried something else is keeping him from being here.
Once it’s time for Naru’s performance, you attempt to focus on her, but when her face falls after realizing Jungkook isn’t sitting with the rest of you, it absolutely shatters your heart.
The lights come on at the end of the show and all five of you scope the auditorium just in case, but you’re certain he isn’t sitting anywhere else. Which is doubly verified when you look at your phone again to see his location hasn’t moved.
Both your mom’s send you hopeful expressions that maybe you’re all wrong, but after a single head shake, their eyes drop to the floor. Truthfully, your own disappointment doesn’t matter in the slightest. It’s the look on your daughter’s face you know is coming that terrifies you.
Everyone does their best to distract Naru when she first runs out from backstage to give you all hugs and accept the flower bouquets each of you brought. But it isn’t long before her eyes flicker between your faces and begin to water as she looks to you for an explanation.
You bend down to her height and pet her hair that’s slicked back in a ballerina bun to match her leotard and tutu. Even before you open your mouth, it’s clear she knows what’s coming, and it makes your own eyes misty as well.
“I’m sorry, baby, Daddy couldn’t get out of work in time,” you tell her.
“But… but he promised,” she quietly counters.
“I know.”
She initially tries to be strong by nodding her head, but then she chokes on a harsh cry and collapses into your arms. You scoop her up and cradle her head so she can let out all her emotions into your shoulder. It kills you to hear her helpless sobs and hiccups, and it’s even more difficult to refrain from crying yourself.
Your dad drives you back so you can continue consoling Naru, who cries ceaselessly until she’s able to bear hug Bam once you arrive at home.
After wishing your dad goodbye, you put the twins to bed while Naru cuddles with her beloved pets. As much as you want to let her hug Bam and Usagi all night long, you know sleep will be beneficial for her broken heart.
Even though you manage to get her upstairs, she refuses to change out of her costume aside from the tutu so she can perform for Jungkook when comes home. You don’t fight her on it, but your chest aches at the thought of her still wanting him to see her dance even after letting her down.
Once she’s sound asleep, you flop onto the couch and hold Usagi close for some cuddles of your own. You’ve been so busy looking after Naru you haven’t really processed your own emotions. Although, there isn’t much to decode or decipher. You’re fucking angry. Which isn’t an emotion you’ve ever felt towards Jungkook.
Sure, your pregnancy hormones may have caused you to act a little crazy and sometimes you pretend to be mad or annoyed with him, but you’ve never actually been. You’ve never had a reason to be before tonight. There hasn’t been a single moment in the last thirty-something years when he’s disappointed or betrayed you.
You hear the door unlock downstairs and inhale a huge gulp of air while returning Usagi to the ground. It’s clear from his footsteps alone he’s dreading whatever’s waiting for him, but that doesn’t make you any less furious.
He unceremoniously enters the living room and you actually see a large flower arrangement before you see him. His eyes land on you sitting on the couch and he looks relieved at first. Until he notices the fire in your irises.
“Bamb —”
“I am not the person you need to be apologizing to,” you state as you stand.
“Baby, listen to me.”
“No!” You drag your fingers through your hair while your mind decides where to begin. “You looked our daughter in the eye and promised her you would be there.”
“I know, okay?” He responds across an exasperated sigh. “But we had to finish the game tonight in order to meet the deadline. My boss wouldn’t let us leave.”
“Aren’t you a VP? They couldn’t make an exception for you?”
“Maybe, but it wouldn’t have looked very good if I’d asked, Bams.”
You scoff and cross your arms over your chest at the same time Jungkook places the flowers on the coffee table so he can come closer, but you immediately take a matching step back. And you’re far too upset to care about his lips tilting down in response.
“We only get one shot at this, Jungkook. Naru won’t ever have another ‘first recital.’ So forgive me for not caring if it might've made you look bad.”
“Do you think I wanted to miss it? You think it wasn’t the only fucking thing on my mind the whole night?”
“I don’t care if it was because that doesn’t change you not being there when she needed you!” Before you can stop yourself, your eyes begin to water and your lip trembles. “You should’ve seen her face when she realized you weren’t in the audience. She cried the entire drive home. We couldn’t even take pictures because she was fucking inconsolable.”
Jungkook’s expression crumbles after hearing your words and soon enough, you both have tears on your waterline.
“I never…” He sniffles as a single droplet rolls down his cheek. “Baby, you know I’d never let her down if I had another choice. I just couldn’t be in two places at once.”
“You could’ve chosen to put her first. To put our family first,” you argue.
“I put us first every single day! That’s why I get up every morning and go to work. To provide for this family.”
“And what happens when providing for us starts to take precedence over watching our kids grow up?”
A heavy second passes before Jungkook’s head shakes.
“It was one night.”
Cue another scoff.
“Until it isn’t.”
“Bambi, you’ve known me your entire life. You know this isn’t the norm,” he counters.
“Exactly!” He looks confused, but the situation’s as clear as day to you. “I know you better than anyone and not once in more than thirty years have you ever let me down. I remember when you almost lost out on a scholarship to your dream college just because I got dumped and needed a shoulder to cry on. That’s why I’m so fucking terrified about what this means, Koo. Because if after three decades of never breaking a single promise, you could do something like this to our daughter, then maybe I don’t know you like I thought anymore.” His mouth drops open in shock while you wipe away the fresh tears on your cheeks. “I mean, after everything that’s happened this year it just feels like our whole world’s falling apart. Naru was in the hospital, for Christ’s sake. And then everything with her school; me not being able to handle it all and you having to work from home. I understand if you resent me for that. I’m sure I would if you couldn’t uphold your end of the bargain. Not to mention the stuff with Seojun and our fucking sex life that’s practically nonexistent. Also those women the other day. I know you could have anyone you want and I just can’t help feeling like maybe this is all because of me. Maybe you’re falling out of love with me or —”
“No, no, no. Stop right there,” Jungkook commands as he closes the gap between you and cups your face in his hands. “Don’t you ever suggest something like that. Do you hear me?” Your eyes only water more. “Tonight happened because I can be a fucking idiot sometimes. It’s my fault and mine alone. And my mistake has absolutely nothing to do with you, and more importantly, it has nothing to do with how much I love you. Because I do, Bams. I fall more in love with you every morning when I wake up. And I’ll love you more tomorrow than I do at this very moment. Nothing in the world matters to me more than you and our family. I don’t care what happened this year. I don’t care how hard it was or all the bullshit we had to deal with. I wouldn’t care if we never had sex again. I’d still love you more than anyone’s ever loved another person. Do I make myself clear?” Even though his grip on your head’s practically a vice, you manage to nod. “You’re everything to me. And nothing will ever change that. Nothing.”
You would love to reply to his grandiose proclamation, but you’re crying too hard to speak just yet. Of course, Jungkook’s already working tirelessly to swipe away the cascade of droplets on your face.
“It feels like everything’s changing and I’m so scared. I’ve never been mad at you before. I hate it. I don’t wanna feel like this,” you confess.
“But you should be mad at me,” Jungkook declares. “I fucked up. I should’ve done everything in my power to be there and instead I broke our baby’s heart. And even worse, I left you all alone to pick up the pieces.”
As your waterworks begin to ebb, he drops one of his hands to pull you closer by the small of your back. You don’t stop him, because no matter how angry you might be, he’ll always be your safe space.
“This was only year one, Koo. What if we aren’t a strong enough couple to make it through the other thirteen?”
He inhales while tucking your hair behind your ear and cradling your cheek again, using his thumb to soothe your flush skin.
“You’re right that this is just the beginning, but the school year’s about to be over and this is only our first fight. You really think we can’t withstand whatever else life might throw at us?”
You sniffle as a hint of a smile pulls at your lips.
“Okay. That’s… fair.”
An actual smile appears on Jungkook’s face before he uses his fingers to tilt your head up.
“I am so fucking sorry, baby. I swear, I’ll never let you or our kids down ever again.”
After a deep sigh, you shake your head.
“Like I said, I’m not the person you need to be saying that to.”
His eyes flicker towards the stairs.
“Is she awake?”
“No, but she only went to sleep about an hour ago.”
“May I?”
You nod in approval, leading Jungkook to kiss your forehead before you walk upstairs together. As he quietly enters Naru’s bedroom, you flip the light on and lean against the doorframe.
Her eyes begin adjusting to the influx of light before he sits down at her bedside and once she notices him, her entire face shines with joy.
“Daddy, you’re home!” She cheers while throwing her arms around his neck.
Jungkook returns the affection tenfold, hugging her tight and resting his hand on her head to keep her close.
“I’m here, baby.” His lips press to her temple. “I’m so sorry it wasn’t sooner.”
After they pull away from one another, the excitement slowly fades from Naru’s expression.
“What took you so long?”
“I couldn’t leave work in time. But Naru, that isn’t an excuse for missing your recital,” he explains. “I promised you I would be there, so it doesn’t matter why I wasn’t.” He takes her hands and squeezes them, making her smile again. “The thing is, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, dads included. They’re inevitable even if we don’t intend to do anything wrong, so although preventing mistakes is good, what we do afterwards is even more important.” Naru hums in acknowledgment. “Apologizing is the first step, but an apology doesn’t mean anything unless it’s followed by action. I broke a promise, so now I have to earn your trust back so you know I mean what I say. And that’ll take time, but I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you, bug. I swear, you’ll never look out and not see me there supporting you ever again. Okay?”
She nods, but it’s along with a sniffle as she wipes away a stray tear.
“I was really, really sad when I couldn’t find you in the audience,” she admits.
“I know, princess. I’m so, so sorry. It won’t happen again.” He gently dries her cheeks with his sleeve. “But it’s alright if you don’t believe me yet. That’s why I have to prove it to you, and I will.” After her cries subside, Jungkook smiles and playfully tilts his head. “Can you forgive me?”
Naru mirrors his grin.
“Of course, Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
With another enthusiastic nod, she hugs him again. It leaves you with a massive smile of your own as you watch them with utmost affection. You knew Naru wouldn’t hold his tardiness against him, but it still warms your heart.
Following their hug, your daughter looks incredibly eager and you already know why.
“Can I show you my dance now?”
“Huh?”
That’s when Jungkook finally notices her outfit and realizes she’s in a leotard instead of pajamas.
“She wouldn’t let me do anything but take her tutu off,” you add from behind them.
He glances at you over his shoulder where you shake the pink tulle skirt to show it off.
“So, can I?” Naru asks again.
Jungkook fondly giggles and gives her a big, wet smooch on the cheek before gesturing towards the door.
“Go on, Mommy and I will meet you down there.”
Naru practically leaps out of bed and grabs her tutu from you on the way out so she’ll be ready for her impromptu performance.
In the meantime, Jungkook stands to join you near the door. There’s still an unnamed, heavy tension between you, but neither of you mention it.
“That was a really good apology,” you compliment him.
Per usual, he smirks and proudly clicks his tongue.
“I may not mess up often, but I always know how to fix it.”
“Hmm. I suppose it’s easy when you’re the best dad in the world.”
He shakes his head.
“No, I don’t think I’ve earned that particular title back just yet,” he remarks. “But then again, I don’t know if I’ll ever measure up compared to you.”
“I’m not —”
“Yes, you are.” Jungkook brushes your cheek with his knuckles, eliciting another smile before you can stop it. “You’re the perfect mom, the perfect wife, and the perfect woman. Always have been.”
You’re unable to counter the statement because he grabs your hand to lug you downstairs where Naru’s waiting with the music already queued on the TV. Jungkook plops on the couch for a front row seat, bringing you down beside him as your pets jump up to watch as well.
Despite it being a solo performance this time, Naru does an amazing job and it’s just as entertaining. Obviously, Jungkook loves every second, and he’s sporting the widest grin imaginable as his eyes twinkle with adoration.
When she finishes with a theatrical curtsy, you both pick individual flowers from the bouquet he brought home to toss in her direction.
“Brava!” You shout.
“Amazing! We want an encore!” Jungkook cheers.
Naru continues bowing as you throw compliments and roses alike until she eventually b-lines for Jungkook instead. He stands and effortlessly lifts her high above his head, followed by them hysterically giggling together while he spins her around in the air.
“Did you like it, Daddy?” She asks once he cradles her to his chest.
“Are you kidding? You’re a star, pretty girl!” The compliment causes Naru to squeal in delight as she rests her head on his shoulder and squeezes his neck. “I can’t wait to see you perform on stage one day. I’m sure it’ll be even better.”
“Me, too, Daddy.”
She looks perfectly cozy in her Jungkook’s arms, as always, but you can also tell how tired she is. He notices just after you, triggering a silent conversation that he’ll tuck her in again while you turn down the house.
“Don’t forget the pretty flowers Daddy bought you,” you remind her while handing over the arrangement.
Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she takes them and holds them close to her chest before Jungkook carries her back upstairs.
By the time he joins you in your master bedroom, you’ve already completed the majority of your nighttime routine.
“Did it take her a while to fall asleep?”
Jungkook shakes his head while leaning back against the closed door.
“No, I just stayed with her for a bit,” he explains.
“Good. There are only a few days left of school so I’d hate to mess up her sleep schedule now.”
You hear a responsive hum.
“Are we okay, babygirl?”
The question gives you pause because your brain, heart, and body are all saying different things.
“I want to be,” you eventually answer.
It stings to see Jungkook’s crestfallen expression and you’ll truly do anything to fix it, except you don’t know how after your conversation earlier. Sure, it’s clear your love’s still as strong as it’s always been, but that doesn’t automatically clear away the emotional rubble between you.
“Then just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
You aren’t sure what words to use, so you cross the room to hold his hands instead. He visibly relaxes when your fingers touch and even pulls you closer until you’re chest to chest.
“I don’t know what I need, Koo. I’m not mad anymore, but I still feel a divide between us.”
“I feel it, too,” he admits. “And we could probably talk for hours to solve it, but I might have a better idea.”
If you didn’t know him so well, you’d have to question what he means. Alas, the gleam in his eye and his arm hooking around your waist reveals his intentions without any explanation.
“Baby…”
“C’mon, Bams. We’ve never had makeup sex before.”
“Because we’ve never needed to,” you retort.
He smirks while tugging your body into his own.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
You affectionately roll your eyes.
“Then let’s also make it the last. Deal?”
“Deal.”
It’s barely left Jungkook’s mouth when he tightens his hold and hoists you into the air. You’re already well aware it’s your cue to wrap your limbs around him, even though you can’t recall the last time he carried you to bed like this.
Months have passed with nothing but speedy rendezvous, so makeup sex or not, you’re thankful about having time to be together without any responsibilities on the horizon.
Your back meets the mattress as Jungkook gently lays you down in the center of the bed so he can crawl over you. He always looks so handsome above you, the overhead light creating a hazy glow around him. His honey skin, striking features, and obsidian hair are a perfect combination you swear only an artist could think of. Yet here he is. Gorgeous, breathtaking, and yours.
His elbows land on either side of your head when he dips down to kiss you and after all the stress this evening, it feels like being doused by cool water in the summertime.
As your lips meld together, Jungkook settles between your thighs. You can already feel his bulge pressing against your stomach and it causes all your pent up desire to flicker into a roaring flame. Suddenly all you want is for him to remain buried inside you until the sun comes up.
In a strange sense, the urge doesn’t feel all that sexual. You always crave him, but tonight it’s the connection itself that matters most. Maybe that’s the reason everyone loves makeup sex so much.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling you from your devoted reverie. “I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? All night long.”
He kisses you again before you can respond, making you whimper around his tongue when it slides inside your mouth.
“If you want me to forgive you,” you interrupt the lip lock. “You have to make me come a few times.”
Jungkook snickers as his lips move to your neck.
“You’re lettin’ me off easy.”
You echo his laugh while raking your fingers through his hair and down his back. Your sharp nails catch on his shirt, prompting him to lift his head enough to pull the fabric completely off.
“Wait.”
Before he can return to your throat, you press a hand to his chest so you can admire him properly. It’s been far too long since you’ve seen him shirtless. So, you trail your fingers down his stomach, tracing all the pretty indents and curves.
“You’re gawking,” he teases.
“I’m inspecting what’s mine.”
He giggles and his nose scrunches.
“And is it all up to your standards, ma’am?”
“Hmm. I think I have to do a more thorough examination.”
In one smooth movement, you hook your legs around Jungkook’s waist to flip him over. The abrupt action leaves him relentlessly cackling while you get comfortable in his lap, but his hands still cradle your hips by muscle memory.
Once his laughter fades, he watches with lustful eyes as you descend his torso one kiss at a time. Your lips find his collarbones, then his pecs and sternum, before stalling at the first dip of his abs where your tongue darts out.
He hums in appreciation while you slowly map him with your mouth. It’s actually a little unfair how ripped he is, but then again, you’re the one who reaps the benefits of his diligent workout routine.
His fingers slink into your hair as you alternate between light smooches and long licks. He softly moans above you, and although he’s clearly enjoying himself, this is more for you than him. If you had enough time, you’d drag your lips across every inch of his body.
“Feels s’good, babygirl,” Jungkook quietly slurs. There’s a tug on your scalp that causes you to look up and after your eyes meet, he guides you back to his mouth. “But I need to taste you.”
Your lips crash into each other, but you’re well aware that’s not what he’s alluding to. Even still, his tongue chases your own while he peels your shirt off and starts unbuttoning your jeans. Once you’re entirely bare, he guides your body higher, leading you to pull back with raised eyebrows.
“What are you doing?”
“Want you up here.” He kisses you again for good measure. “Come ride my face.”
“Are you sure? I’m not as light as I —”
“Oh, shut up.”
Next thing you know, Jungkook’s shoving you towards his head before yanking you down by your hips. As soon as you feel his mouth on you, you keen and grab a fistfull of his hair. He groans over the pressure while forcing his face deeper into your cunt so he can begin avidly licking your slit.
You have no idea how long it’s been since the last time, but it’s always an unequivocal sensation. Especially in this position, where he can use his face’s every contour to bring you pleasure. Which he does joyfully every time, like right now as he slurps your arousal and bobs his head so his nose catches on your clit.
“Jesus, how do you always taste so good?” Jungkook asks during a brief reprieve. He glances up from between your legs, causing you to make eye contact because your face is buried in your elbow resting on the headboard. “You’re like fucking candy, Bams.”
The praise makes you giggle. It doesn’t help that he looks adorable from below with his big, doe eyes blinking up at you.
“I think you just love me too much.”
“Well, there’s that, too.”
His lips wrap around your clit in an instant, leaving you whimpering as your legs shake on either side of his head. He starts by gently sucking on the nerve endings before switching between swirling and flattening his tongue.
You’re certain you’re gushing all over the lower half of his face, but Jungkook never seems to mind. Rather, he enthusiastically moans into you while moving down to circle your hole with the tip of his tongue. As he begins pushing the muscle into your pussy, the intense pleasure leads you to grind against him.
There’s a slight fear you’ll crush or hurt him, but he merely tugs you closer with a muffled growl. His fingertips are digging into your hips and ass to keep you right where he wants you, but he also uses the grip to guide your body back and forth.
All your most sensitive parts are being dragged against his face and it’s sending you tumbling towards an orgasm faster than you can comprehend. Jungkook can obviously tell, since he ramps up the efforts of his mouth and tongue to make you fall over the edge.
Your climax hits you hard and without warning, at the same moment Jungkook teases your hole and forces his nose into your clit. A loud, desperate whine spills from your lips as you convulse above him, but he doesn’t stop pushing and pulling you so he can continue throughout your entire high.
“Koo,” you cry.
“I’m not stopping,” he warns you. “You can handle more, can’t you, baby?”
Your eyes meet again, although yours are filled with tears.
Instead of responding when your head’s so high in the clouds, you nod until he buries his face in your cunt once more.
Jungkook swallows every last drop of cum before soaking your pussy all over again. The second round’s much messier. He drags the flat of his tongue up and down your slit before spitting and slurping the filthy mixture of you and him into his mouth.
It feels heavenly despite being such a sinful act and you can’t resist grinding harder with every lick and lap.
“That’s it, babygirl. Use me.”
He only pauses for a second to speak; immediately diving back in so he can wet your clit before suckling on it.
You come almost as soon as his lips wrap around your pearl and Jungkook groans and grunts in pleasure when you drown his features in arousal.
“Baby, I can’t. It’s too much,” you whimper while he greedily eats your cum throughout your orgasm.
Even though the overstimulation’s setting your nerves on fire, your hips have a mind of their own and continue gyrating above him until he loudly inhales and leaves you alone with a final peck.
“How was that, huh?”
You sigh and flop onto you back beside him to catch your breath.
“Fucking amazing. You’re never going that long without eating me out again.”
“I sure hope not!” Jungkook shouts as he rests on one elbow. “It’s been like wading through the Sahara desert, Bambi. I was parched without the taste of your sweet, sweet nectar.”
His dramatics send your eyes rolling before you playfully shove him away from you.
“You’re so ridiculous.”
“But I’m serious.” He returns to his previous position and you naturally turn to face him as well. “I would’ve kept going if you didn’t tap out on me.”
“Hey, I need time to work up to our old routine. Okay? She’s not used to back to back orgasms anymore,” you explain.
Jungkook smirks while pulling you closer by your waist.
“Well, she better get reacclimated fast because I’m about to fuck you until you can’t feel your legs.”
In a single second, he tugs you beneath him and puts his weight on his opposite arm so he can hover above you. Even through his pants you can feel the large bulge rubbing against your core and your body naturally arcs towards his own despite having just come down from a high.
“Is that really your plan to make it up to me? By crippling me so I can’t get anything done?”
“Mmhm. Because then you can’t stop me from waiting on you hand and foot.”
You can’t stop the laughter bubbling in your chest due to his familiar antics. It’s been so long since you’ve had the chance to just banter in bed together and you’ve missed these moments dearly.
“What a coincidence. Suddenly there are a multitude of chores to do this week.”
He parrots your giggles.
“Good. The least I can do for letting you down is scrub some damn floors,” he professes.
That might be the sexiest thing he’s ever said. It’s no wonder your hands sneak down his back to help him out of his pants. Jungkook cackles upon realizing his words’ effect on you. Only a stay at home mom would get turned on by the idea of not having to clean.
“You know what, why don’t you do your worst, then? I think I’d like a nice, long break from housework.”
Jungkook’s responding smile is brilliant as always, and you mirror it as he goes in for another kiss.
“As you wish, my love.”
The sound of his pants hitting the floor echoes a mere second before he thrusts forward to spear you on his cock. He has to cover your mouth because of how loudly you wail in ecstasy, even though you’re multiple floors away from your children. Call it a force of habit from parenthood.
Your next moan is muffled behind Jungkook’s palm when he pulls back, only to return even deeper inside your cunt.
“Fuck,” you sob into his hand.
“Holy shit, babygirl.”
He begins at a steady, calm pace, but with each stroke he pushes himself farther into your warm walls. His face falls to your neck as his free hand captures one of your own to force it beside your head. Your other arm’s draped over his shoulder where your nails repeatedly dig into his muscular back.
“Koo.”
Jungkook softly groans against your skin while leaving lazy kisses all along your throat.
“You feel so fucking good. I missed you so much,” he tells you. “I’m sorry, Bams. For everything this year. I’m… so fucking sorry. I love you so damn much.”
His hand drops to the pillows to hold himself up, allowing him to find an even deeper angle. You want to reply to his reverence right away, but a whimper’s all you can manage initially.
“I love you.” You lift his head from the crook of your neck, cupping his jaw and staring into his starry, lovetruck eyes. “Please don’t ever make me mad at you again. I don’t ever want to feel like that, Jungkook.”
“I know.” A reassuring smile lights up his face. “You won’t have to, baby. I promise.”
He solidifies his vow with a sharp thrust and poignant kiss. One that leaves you moaning into his mouth as his hips pick up both speed and force.
By the time your lip’s part, he’s fucking you too good to continue speaking to each other. All either of you can accomplish is punctuated grunts that seem to whisper the other’s name.
Your fingers crawl into his hair once he returns to painting your neck purple. His soft lips encourage your head to tilt so he has more space to venerate you, which quickly sends your mind into a frenzy. Especially when in tandem with the deliberate rolls of his hips.
Jungkook’s bringing himself in and out of your pussy with ease. Of course, he is, your body’s practically his second home. Your velvet walls know him almost as well as you do and they always welcome him inside without any resistance.
He knows it, too. Not only is he completely in tune with your emotions, but he can feel your cunt clenching and pulsing around him.
Hence why he knows you’re going to come again soon. Similarly, you can tell how close he is. His heavy balls are slapping your ass with each thrust and whenever his moans start coming out airy and faint, it’s a tell tale sign.
“Fill me up, Koo.”
“No,” he rasps while glancing up again. “Not yet. Not after so long of not being able to fuck you exactly how I want.”
It’s hard to fully comprehend his next movements, but you recognize the sensation of him pulling out and flipping you over so you’re straddling him once again.
You certainly don’t need to be told what to do and Jungkook whines and claws at your hips as you sink onto his cock until he’s entirely sheathed inside you.
“Really? Make up sex and you’re putting me on top?”
Cue an eye roll.
“Oh, please. Like I won’t be doing all the work.”
After theatrically gawking, you smack his chest.
“Hey! That’s no way to talk to your wif —”
“Oh, just c‘mere.”
A gasp slices your word in half when Jungkook wraps his fingers around your throat and pulls you down for an erotic kiss. His tongue conquers your mouth without any mercy at the same moment he flattens his feet on the mattress. The extra leverage presses his dick into your g-spot and once he begins bouncing you on his thighs, you fear he’s buried so far he’ll get stuck.
Everything becomes a haphazard mixture of bodily fluids, panting, squelching, and breathless whines from then on. You can’t even continue arguing with Jungkook because he is putting in all the effort. Between him choking you and pounding into your pussy from below, you’re helpless to do anything but enjoy yourself.
Sex is always phenomenal in this position and having his large hand on your neck only makes it better. With every plunge inside you, his cock stretches you open and rubs against your tight walls. You two fit together like puzzle pieces and there’s nothing better than feeling his hot skin and thick veins moving in and out of you.
Your faces are still only millimeters apart, but rather than kissing, you're practically just breathing into each other’s mouths.
That changes when you push on Jungkook’s chest to sit upright. It creates an impeccable new angle and you enthusiastically cry his name. In response, he tightens his grasp on your throat and goes into overdrive.
The sudden influx of skin slapping against skin is deafening, yet it pales in comparison to you incoherently sobbing.
“That’s it. Take this big cock.”
“Baby,” you pant. “I need your cum. Please, I feel so empty without it.”
“Empty?” Jungkook squawks. “Do you even realize how many inches are inside you right now?”
As if to prove his point, he wraps his other arm around your waist so he can hold you in place and drive his dick even deeper. The uptick in force causes you to shriek as salty tears roll down your cheeks and neck until they’re stopped by his hand.
“Fucking hell, Koo.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll fuck my cum into you when I’m good and ready.”
He squeezes the sides of your throat while continuing at the same monstrous pace. In the meantime, you clutch his pecs for support and let your head fall back.
Whether or not he’s going to finish soon, you’re already on the precipice of your third orgasm. Everything feels way too amazing to hold back any longer, but you still want to come together. Which means you have to bring him to the edge along with you.
“Jungkook.” You purposely make your voice sound airy and seductive while catching his eye again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if we hadn’t made up.” He still seems entirely focused on fucking you, but you notice his eyebrows twitch just a hair. “I needed this so badly, baby. It’s all I’ve wanted for months. Just you and your perfect cock inside me.”
“Oh, fuck, Bams.” His eyes roll back as his rhythm momentarily falters. “Don’t stop. Your voice drives me crazy.”
“I was so angry with you, but as soon as I felt you stretching my pussy open, none of it mattered.”
“Shit.”
“C’mon, handsome, give me what I need to forgive you.” For good measure, you scrape your nails down his chest and lean over to whisper in his ear. “Put your cum right where it belongs.”
A loud, throaty groan rumbles through Jungkook’s chest before his hips stutter and you feel the familiar warmth of his seed coating your walls. His release sets off your own and you both wail and shake as your respective climaxes wash over you.
It takes a full thirty seconds for you two to completely return to earth, at which point you slump on top of Jungkook. He releases your throat so both his hands can roam your back, but you can only graciously hum in your weakened state.
“You alright, babygirl?”
“Mmhm.”
“Was the makeup sex worth it?”
You shake your head.
“Would much rather have sex without a fight first,” you answer.
He chuckles while kissing your hairline.
“I have to agree,” he replies.
You sigh as he delicately rolls you on your back and once you look comfortable enough, he leaves to find a rag. Per usual, you’re nearly half asleep as he wipes your thighs and pussy with a warm towel. But after he joins you under the covers and pulls you into his arms, you perk up again.
“Can I ask you something?”
Jungkook’s eyebrows rise.
“I’m sorry, do you even have to ask?”
Following a light laugh, you sit up so you aren’t lying flat on his chest.
“So, I know when you realized you were in love with me. But I wanna know when you started falling in love. Is there a moment or something that looking back you see was where it all began?”
Your inquiry clearly surprises him, but a smile begins to form as he debates on an answer.
“Honestly? No. Kinda how you can’t pinpoint exactly when you realized your feelings for me, I have no idea about the beginning of mine.” His grin turns nostalgic. “But if I have to guess, I think I was slowly falling in love with you throughout my entire life and you getting pregnant just accelerated the process.”
“Oh, yeah?”
The idea of Jungkook’s feelings being a calm waterfall that turned into fierce, whitewater rapids as soon as you got pregnant makes your heart soar.
“Yes. No matter what, you were always gonna be my girl, Bambi.”
A childish giggle leaves your lips as you bury your face in his neck.
“What about you, huh?” Jungkook’s fingers slide along your cheek to lift your head up. “If you asked, you must’ve considered your own answer.”
You’re already blushing like crazy and have to bite your bottom lip to suppress a shy smirk.
“You remember the night we conceived Naru?”
“Of course. It’s what I think about whenever I jack off.”
That earns him a melodramatic glare.
“Well, there was this moment after we reached my room when you were sitting on my bed and I’d just taken my pants off. You grabbed my hand to pull me between your legs, then leaned in and kissed my stomach while I ran my fingers through your hair. I obviously didn’t know at the time, but after thinking it over for a while, I’m sure that’s when I started falling for you.”
Jungkook sends you a show stopping smile before capturing your lips in a sultry, but romantic kiss. Your mouths move as one in order to convey any other thoughts words simply can’t. It ends all too soon, but you keep your foreheads together to pacify yourselves.
“I love you more than life itself. You know that, don’t you?” He asks.
“I know.”
“Then just… don’t ever forget again, okay? Above all else, the one thing I can never have questioned is my love for you and our kids.”
You sigh while moving away so you can actually look into his eyes. The same eyes he shares with the three beautiful children he’s talking about. The ones you’ve found solace in all throughout your life and always will.
“I promise, Koo,” you assure him. “I know exactly how you feel because I love you more.”
A single click of his tongue seals your fate; that you won’t be getting much sleep this evening.
“Is this really the game you wanna play, Bams?”
Between Jungkook playfully growling when he attacks you and your screech of fake terror, you aren’t sure which noise is louder.
in which your husband jeon jungkook comes back home to you - his 8 months pregnant, needy wife - after a reluctantly accepted five day business trip.
| PAIRING | : husband!jungkook x pregnantwife!reader
| GENRE | : married au, porn with little plot, smut and fluff
| WARNINGS | : 18+, explicit language, explicit smut, masturbation (f.), oral (f. + m. rec), penetrative sex, riding, pregnancy sex, titty play, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, lactation/he drinks her breast milk??, titty sucking, raw sex, scratching, making out, creampie, mentions of sex toys, use of vibrator, big dick jk.
| WC | : 4.3k
| FROM ME | : hi everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you all are well and safe - I wrote this in 30min and it’s not proofread so pls don’t come for me :) please, if you are a minor do not interact!!
five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.
jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.
he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.
you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.
even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.
a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.
your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.
throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.
jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.
he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.
you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.
you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.
you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.
he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.
jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.
you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.
earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.
as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.
you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.
around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.
you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.
legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.
thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.
in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.
jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?
“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.
as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.
you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.
your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.
jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.
he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.
you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.
jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.
his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.
his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.
jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.
your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”
you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”
you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”
jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.
you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.
but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”
you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”
yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.
“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.
you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”
jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.
after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.
you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.
your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.
you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.
the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”
another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.
jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.
it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.
jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”
you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.
you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.
jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.
jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.
jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.
you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.
your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.
jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.
much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.
jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.
his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.
a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.
low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.
you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.
the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.
“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.
you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.
“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.
jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.
jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.
“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.
jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.
he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.
he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.
⤷ being nosy was your and your neighbor, jungkook, favorite hobby, together with teasing each other over the silliest things. however, things take a spicier turn when you decide to get revenge after he doesn’t let you sleep.
— pairing: jungkook x fem. reader
— genre: neighbors au, kind of friends to lovers, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 9,740
— warnings: strong language, swearing, mention of sex, teasing, heavy sexual tension, cockblocking, jungkook gives a questionable nickname to reader, mention of cheating, mention of faking it during sex, mention of masturbation, thigh riding, lots of kissing, nipple sucking, fingering, hickeys, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, riding, and multiple orgasms
— author’s note: so, it took me a while to finish this one but life has been pretty crazy lately! but the fic is finally here!! this is kind of funny as oc keeps teasing jungkook in the craziest ways 😅 but i absolutely enjoyed writing it!! I had my fun doing it and I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much 💜 don’t hesitate to let me know what you thought of it 💜
MASTERLIST
“Oh, Jungkook!” the scream echoes through the tin walls, clearly letting you know what activities your neighbor is up to.
“Fuck,” you mumble. “Here we go again.”
The bed's headboard hammers against the wall, and damn, you’re about to kill your neighbor. It almost feels like you’re in the bedroom with them. They are loud as fuck. This isn’t new at all, because your cheeky neighbor, Jungkook, is all charming and brings women quite often. The problem here is that he woke you up.
you: bro, it’s fucking 2am
You know you’ll get an answer later—if he doesn’t come after two minutes—but he’s so damn annoying. In four hours, you need to be up for work, and the shitty head is ruining your night of sleep. The urge to knock at his door and cockblock him is like burning you, but as much as you’d love to do that, you still care about your friendship. Jungkook is like the only friend you've made since moving here.
A year ago, you moved into this small apartment, seeking some freedom from your parents, but quickly realized that the building's thin walls would complicate your life. Thankfully, the neighbor sharing your bedroom wall is fun to be around.
Although Jungkook sometimes has some fun with ladies he finds in very questionable bars, he’s very nice and funny. He seems to know every gossip from your neighbors and tells them all to you the second he finds out. He also loves to bother you, as if it were his life mission.
With your pillow in your head, you try desperately to fall asleep, but the girl’s voice keeps getting higher, her moans piercing through the pillow over your head. Jungkook’s deep voice grunts and says something you can’t understand, but it only makes her moan louder. The bed bangs harder against the wall.
This can’t keep going. As a barista, you need your eight hours of sleep, otherwise there’s no way you’ll survive the rude clients. If anything goes wrong at work after this, you’ll definitely kill Jungkook, who’s the only one to blame for it.
With a deep groan, you leave the warmth of your bed, heading straight to his apartment. The second you bang on his door, everything stops before footsteps are heard. Your heart stammers in your chest, too scared he might hate you.
When the door opens, an almost naked Jungkook stands in front of you. His toned and sweaty chest is on full display while his bottom is hidden in loose grey sweatpants. His chest also moves at a crazy fast pace, and his breathing is all over the place, just like his tousled hair. If he wasn’t your friend, you might have found your way to his bed because he looks devastatingly hot.
His intense dark gaze scares the hell out of you, but you couldn’t care less. “What are you doing here?” he says with clear frustration.
Jungkook takes the time to look down at you, clearly taken aback to see you here, and he can’t help but find you absolutely cute. Your cute and short pajamas leave little to the imagination.
“It’s 2 fucking am, Kook,” you tell him with some anger. “Can’t you both shut up and let me sleep?”
A smirk appears on his face, while a chuckle rumbles in his chest.
“Why would I do that?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m having fun.”
“I don’t care!” you almost yell at him. “I need to sleep.”
“You never complained before…”
Your eyes dramatically roll, which only makes him chuckle more. Even though you love him, right now you don’t, and he’ll pay for it. You ignore how yet, but you’ll get revenge.
“Please choke her or whatever, but make her shut up,” you say. “Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”
“I’d love to see that,” he teasingly says with his damn smirk growing bigger.
“Jungkook,” you warn him, “I’m not joking.”
Your neighbor takes a deep breath, his hand running through his hair while he closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them again, there’s something in them that you can’t quite put your finger on.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, the guy down there is dead,” he gestures to his dick, and your eyes inevitably look down. There’s nothing, just as he mentions. “Somebody decided to ruin all the fun.”
“Ask for a blowjob or something else to wake your little guy,” you reply as if it was damn obvious.
“Are you for real?” he narrows his eyes. “Just go back to your place and sleep. We won’t be bothering you anymore.”
You nod before going back to sleep. As promised, silence follows, allowing you to return to sleep peacefully. When you wake up hours later, you feel so damn exhausted, and somehow, you don’t even find the energy to hate him. Probably, he hates you right now for cockblocking him, but you know it won’t last long.
After getting dressed and ready for work, you head to the elevator. Surprisingly, Jungkook is already waiting for it at the lobby.
“Good morning, Kook,” you smile at him.
“Only good morning to you, Voldemort,” he mumbles.
Anyone would be surprised by the nickname Voldemort, but it always makes you smile like an idiot. At first, Jungkook was saying it to bother you because you’re a mega fan of Harry Potter, but over time, it became a sign of affection.
“You’re mad?” you ask.
“Don’t know yet,” he honestly replies, his eyes finally looking at you.
“Will a super good breakfast prepared by your fantastic neighbor convince you not to be mad?” you try to sway him.
In order for you to get proper revenge, you need first to gain his trust again, so it’ll piss him off when you do it. A sly smile stretches across his face, and you know right there and then that you just won. Jungkook loves your breakfasts.
“Might help,” he smiles.
As promised, his breakfast was served at the coffee shop where you work, and in the blink of an eye, he devoured everything like a starved man. He definitely was starving, and even though you’re preparing your little revenge, it made you smile to see him eating everything.
The next day, Jungkook shows up unannounced at your place when a couple living next to you starts arguing very loudly. Melissa and Carter seem to enjoy arguing over the smallest things. For example, a week ago, it was because he bought the wrong tomatoes, and she made a big deal out of it. It’s funny, honestly.
“What are the popcorns for?” you ask when Jungkook steps inside your apartment.
“Their argument is juicy today,” he says, heading straight to the kitchen to place the popcorn in a bowl. “Apparently, she’s cheating,” he screams.
You laugh, shaking your head as your feet guide you to the kitchen. Jungkook is way too noisy for his own good. The two of you sit at the table, the bowl of popcorn between you, and you listen to Melissa and Carter arguing. Your kitchen connects with theirs.
“I saw you with him,” Carter yells. “How dare you deny it?”
“Because he’s just a friend!” she claps back. “Can’t I speak with friends now? Or are you the only one who gets the right to speak with women?”
This is so childish, even your nieces and nephews have more interesting discussions. But there’s nothing else really to expect from these two; they always argue over the silliest things. If they fight over tomatoes, they can’t possibly have a good conversation.
“A friend you kiss?” Carter’s voice gets incredibly higher.
Both you and Jungkook laugh with popcorn in your mouths.
“Gosh, she’s quite shameless,” you say with your mouth full. “Wouldn’t have expected it from her.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jungkook piles on, his eyes quickly looking at you with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if the roles were reversed. Melissa left me speechless here.”
For a second, your eyes glance over to the man next to you. The memory of him, all sweaty and almost naked, comes up, and damn, your legs squeeze at the thought. You have to bite your tongue to push those thoughts away. He’s your friend—at least it’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.
“Stop lying!” Carte yells all over again. “I saw it with my own eyes.”
“Maybe you should consider wearing glasses,” she fights back.
This time, none of you holds back the laughter. This Melissa is really bad at lying or finding excuses. She could have done better.
“She could have found better,” Jungkook says while laughing like an idiot.
“She could just admit it,” you add.
Somehow, this feels like watching a telenovela with him. There’s always something going on with your neighbors, and they quite entertain you a lot. You’ve laughed a lot over them, and the even funnier part is that they totally ignore how everyone is able to hear their silly arguments. Meeting them in the elevator or somewhere in the building makes it hard to hold back.
“For fuck’s sake,” Carter swears before a loud door slams.
“This time, they’ll for sure split,” Jungkook speaks with a mouth full of popcorn. “He can’t stay with a cheater.”
“I wouldn’t stay if I was him.” Who would stay with a cheater? It’ll be like accepting to torture yourself over and over again. Lucky for you, remaining in a relationship is the last of your wishes, which tends to annoy your parents.
Just like Jungkook, you tend to find rather questionable men, but as long as they give you an orgasm, it’s not important. Truth be told, sometimes, they’re absolutely bad at it, which can be frustrating, but it’s very rare.
“Me neither,” he says, his eyes meeting yours. “But first, we’d need to get into a relationship.”
You chuckle, shaking your head and grabbing a handful of popcorn. “That’d be a tragedy.”
Jungkook hates relationships, to say the least. In fact, he runs away from them as if the plague was following him. Hookups are his favorite, which you perfectly understand. The thing is that he might have a tiny little crush on you. How couldn’t he? His entire soul was drawn to you since the very first time he met you.
The thing is that he isn’t fully ready to acknowledge his crush, and he values your friendship way too much. Those moments with you, like this one, are what fill his soul. He always looks forward to being with you, and deep down, he knows he’s always finding an excuse to spend time with you.
For example, two days later, he shows up at your door because he’s absolutely bored, and doesn’t even try to hide it.
“I’m not your personal entertainer,” you tell him, not letting him in.
“Yes, you are,” he replies without even thinking. “So let me in.”
“No,” you shake your head.
The man waiting for you in the living room would clearly not be happy to see another gentleman barging in. Who would? Especially when you’re that close to getting into the warmth of your bedsheets to fuck.
“Please leave,” you tell him with gritted teeth.
“Yn?” the man calls for you while his footsteps get closer.
A bright smile grows on Jungkook’s face as he understands what the matter is here. Can he blame you? No, but man, he also definitely wants to bother you. However, he’s not going to do it because he doesn’t want you to hate him.
“Okay, I’m leaving,” he surrenders before letting you go back to your hookup. Jungkook still takes a peek inside, trying to see who the lucky guy is. “He’s a solid eight, by the way,” he says when he notices the blond man. “Have fun, dearest neighbor.”
The two of you have this habit of rating your hookups whenever you get a look at them. His choices are sometimes not the best, but they never look too bad—as long as he has whatever he wants, it’s just fine for you.
What Jungkook ignores is how loud you pretend to be when this blond guy fucks the shit out of you. This might be one of your revenges, and the fact that he’s bored makes it even better. He’ll have to listen to you while you spend a blissful moment with another man.
And man, you got loud. Jungkook even has to play some random video game, with the sound blasting in his ear and almost making him deaf, but at least your moans are lessened. Somehow, he understands why you disturbed him while he was busy with another woman a couple of nights ago.
The next few days are calmer, no hookups, and your neighbors are way too calm, but you still spend some time with Jungkook.
“Love your new haircut,” you tell him when you step inside the elevator next to him.
“Thanks,” he genuinely smiles.
“You’re trying to impress a new girl?” You narrow your eyes playfully.
A sly smirk appears on his face, and you already know some shit is going to come from his mouth. Nothing good ever leaves his mouth when that smirk shows up. You already mentally prepare yourself to roll your eyes heavily.
“Maybe…” he whispers, shrugging.
Before you can roll your eyes, he steps closer and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, causing shivers to run down your spine.
“You’re unbearable,” you mutter, trying to ignore how your body reacts to him.
“And yet,” he says smugly as the elevator doors open, “you keep talking to me.”
This time, you definitely roll your eyes and scoff as you follow him out of the elevator. This man is clearly unbelievable. Sometimes, you even wonder how you manage to keep up with him, as he always acts bratty.
“That can change very quickly if I want to,” you say, crossing your arms.
Jungkook glances over his shoulder, walking backward down the hallway with that stupidly confident grin. The urge to slap his face tickles your hands, and if he keeps going, you might not be able to hold it back.
“You’re going to ignore me now?” he asks once in front of you.
“What if I do?” you stop in front of him, your bodies a breath away from each other.
“Yn,” he lets out a laugh, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You always forget half of your groceries every single time and then make me rescue you.”
Well, he’s absolutely right. Without him, you’d spend your time going back and forth between your place and the grocery store. You’ve tried everything to buy all you need, but it’s useless. Luckily for you, Jungkook always has what you need at his place.
“I’ll find a solution…” you say, but it doesn’t sound convincing.
“Looks like Melissa is rubbing off on you,” he begins, his fingers running from your hair to your cheek, making you shiver even more. “You’re starting to lie as badly as her.”
For sure, it’s a lie. You won’t ever be able to find a solution as efficient as Jungkook, but what can you do? If he keeps being this cocky, you might really stop talking to him. There’s no way you’ll feed his ego more.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” you try to defend yourself. “She cheated on Carter, and this is about me and my shitty memory.”
“Not wrong, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a terrible liar,” he says with that annoying smirk still on his face.
“If you keep going, I’ll really stop talking to you, and you’ll have to find a new personal entertainer.” You push his hand away from your face so you can resume walking to your apartment.
Jungkook sighs before running after you to catch you up. Fuck, he probably messed up.
“Sorry,” he says behind you. “I still need my personal entertainer and my partner in hearing Melissa and Carter’s silly fights.”
A chuckle leaves your lips as you turn around to face him. He looks cute when he apologizes, and to be honest, this new haircut makes him look way too hot for his own good.
“Apologies accepted,” you say. “On one condition.”
“I’m all ears,” he replies.
Your lower lip is caught between your teeth. This is the perfect moment to get revenge for the sleep disruption and for the nonsense he just threw in your face. He’ll probably kill you, but you don’t care. You have to try.
“No girls for a month,” you say with a sly smile.
Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “Absolutely no.”
His face is absolutely hilarious. His eyes are incredibly wide, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his cheeks are taking on a pink shade. Is he embarrassed or shocked? Good question, but you hope for both.
“Then, you’ll have to find a new neighbor to bother,” you immediately turn around and walk to your apartment.
“Wait,” he comes after you, his hand grabbing your wrist to prevent you from walking away. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you tilt your head. “Did I look like I was joking?”
You definitely are, but you’re trying to see if he’ll just surrender. This will be the biggest cockblock ever.
“You’re asking me to go a full month without sex…” he runs his fingers through his hair. “You know I barely survive a week.”
“I know,” you say with the biggest teasing smile on your face. “But you compared me to Melissa and basically implied I couldn’t survive without you, which is deeply hurtful.” It isn’t, but you’re not going to say it. “It’s either your questionable chicks or me.”
“You can’t be serious,” he mumbles under his breath.
“You still have your hand to help you out,” you suggest, trying to offer him a solution.
“As if my hand could ever be like a pussy,” he shakes his head, completely defeated. You clearly handed him a dilemma, and it’s funny to watch. Even better than Melissa and Carter’s telenovela.
“Maybe you can find something better at a sex shop,” you offer.
For sure, you’ll be the death of him before the end of the day. How can you just throw things like that as if you weren’t asking him to go without sex for an entire month? There’s no way he’ll survive that much. But he values your friendship way too much. If he has to go a full month without sex to keep hearing your bullshit when he bothers you, so be it.
“Okay,” he agrees with your crazy condition. “I’ll do it.”
To say you’re surprised is an understatement. You were expecting a lot of begging and bargaining, but definitely not him giving up that easily, especially when it comes to his mindblowing sex.
“Really?” A smile stretches on your face. “You’d choose me over your hookups?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. “I’d rather use my hand for a month straight than be forever deprived of your stupid comments over our neighbors.”
You shake your head, taking whatever he says while you perfectly know that he cares about you, and even though you don’t want to admit it, it genuinely pleases you that he chooses you.
To both your surprises, you wrap your arms around him, pushing him into a warm embrace. None of you has ever been this close—unless you consider trying to put a drunk Jungkook to bed as closeness.
However, this is just the beginning of your revenge…
In the following days, you make sure to be as loud as possible whenever a man is between your legs. Damn, you’ve probably never moaned that loud, despite it being completely fake. None of the men actually manages to make you properly come.
Jungkook keeps wandering around you, as if nothing ever happened. Carter and Melissa never broke up, but they still argue like kids every day. The two of you playfully listen to their arguments. Now, you also have a new neighbor who’s like the biggest cheater in the world. He brings in multiple girls but keeps sweet-talking with his supposed girlfriend.
This is new entertainment for you and Jungkook.
jk🔥: no man tonight?
A smile appears on your face when you see the message.
you: too exhausted to open my legs 🥱
Through the thin walls, you manage to hear his contagious chuckle.
jk🔥: you sound like a whore
you: learned from the best
That isn’t true—you started long before meeting him. One-night stands have been part of your frequent vocabulary for a long time now. The sad part of it all is that you’re never satisfied. One could think that with all those guys, you’d find a way to be fulfilled, but it’s the opposite.
Sleeping with them only creates a bigger hollow inside you. Most of the time, it feels like you’re chasing after the unknown. You’ve no clue what you want, so sleeping with guys seems to make it easier.
What truly fills your soul is the time spent with your friends and family. There’s no feeling like laughing loudly at a friend’s joke, or playing with your nieces and nephews in your parents’ house, or even bothering Jungkook with the eggs you forgot to buy. Those moments are what truly nurture you.
jk🔥: you might have surpassed your teacher
You genuinely smile, but you don’t know how to feel. Is it a good thing you’ve been having all these men in your bed? Is it even worth it? Well, your body will definitely say yes, but your brain wouldn’t know what to think.
you: i’m the perfect student then 🤗
jk🔥: a tiny bit too loud student
Even though the purpose was to torture him a bit, you somehow feel a bit guilty. You’re not playing fair with him.
you: isn’t it too hard?
The three dots dance on your screen while you patiently wait for his reply.
jk🔥: no, except when you fake it
You gasp at his message. How can he tell that? Then, as you were typing your answer, Jungkook calls you.
“How do you know?” you straightforwardly ask.
“I just know,” he replies.
“You cannot say things like that,” you reply, as you shift onto your side, staring at the wall.
“But it’s true,” his voice lowers, somehow sending shivers down your spine.
“You’re unbelievable.” A little smile makes its way to your face.
“No, you’re the one being unbelievable,” he counters immediately. “Do you have any idea how torturous these past days have been?”
“That’s not what you said on your message,” you say.
He sighs deeply on the other side, and you can tell it’s been hard for him. Well, if it was the other way around, you’d be dying. No sex for a month, and hearing your neighbor going wild would definitely be torture.
“And you agreed to the deal,” you let out a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, and now I’m stuck listening to you through the wall every night while you sound like you’re auditioning for an Oscar,” he teasingly replies.
Honestly, the thought of it being terrible never crossed your mind. For sure, you’ve been faking it a couple of times or exaggerating it to annoy your neighbor, but you thought it was fine.
“Oh my god,” you bury your face into your pillow with some embarrassment. “You’re insane.”
Jungkook chuckles on the other side, amused by your comment. Honestly, since he agreed to this whole no sex for a month, hearing you has definitely been driving him insane. If he’s honest, it actually turns him on. He has even dreamed once of being on top of you and giving you as much pleasure as you want with his mouth, fingers, and cock.
“And you’re a terrible liar,” he adds.
Or maybe Jungkook knows you well enough to be able to say it. Over the past year, he’s hung out with you more than he has with his own friends, so there’s no doubt that he knows you quite well.
“When you fake it, your voice changes,” he says softly.
Sometimes, he wishes he didn’t know when you’re about to come or when you’re faking it. It can be embarrassing to a certain level.
Before you even get the chance to ask him how he knows all of it, he says, “The walls are way too thin, we can hear everything even if we don’t want to. It’s not our fault if we know how the other sounds in bed. I’m absolutely sure you know when I’m about to come.”
Of course you do, and like him, sometimes you wish you didn’t. Those are your most intimate moments, and it’s weird that the person you consider a friend knows about them. Although at this stage, your friendship is taking another turn.
“You’re saying you know me that well?” you whisper.
“I do, even if I don’t want to admit it,” he says softly. “Like I just know that you’re absolutely loving to drive me crazy.”
You try to ignore the warmth spreading through your stomach. He noticed it. He knows you’re doing this all on purpose.
“Maybe you’re just easy to mess with.”
Jungkook laughs quietly, his eyes glued to the ceiling while he runs his free hand through his hair. “You’re too dangerous,” he whispers with the deepest voice you’ve ever heard from him.
Your heart stops beating for a second. What can you even say to that? This is just you trying to get some revenge, but in a certain way, it feels like it’s coming right back at you.
“You’re making it sound like I’m some kind of villain,” you reply.
Jungkook chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Honestly, he wishes a wall wasn’t separating the two of you right now. It would have been a hundred times better to be with you.
“No,” he says gently. “A villain would at least have the decency to kill me quickly.”
Your heart hammers in your chest because you know damn well that he’s flirting with you. Somehow, you’d like to say that this doesn’t affect you, but it’d be a total lie. Fuck, you even want him to keep flirting with you.
“But you?” his voice drops lower. “You just smile, act nice, and take your sweet time killing me. You’re such a dangerous woman.”
His last words send shivers down your spine.
“I’m not trying to kill you,” you whisper softly.
“No?” he asks while raising an eyebrow. “So, knocking at my door at 2 am while I’m balls-deep in someone, asking me to go a month without sex, and moaning loudly isn’t trying to kill me?”
Well, he might not be wrong, but this has been quite funny so far.
“And do you want to know the worst part?” he continues.
“Tell me,” you whisper.
A part of you already knows what he’s about to say, but you still want to hear it.
“I don’t even want you to stop.”
Fuck, he definitely knows how to speak to women. For the first time, you’re experiencing the flirty version of him, which is a total turn-on.
“So, is this your way of telling me to keep going?” you ask, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.
“Maybe,” he replies in a heartbeat.
“Then, brace yourself,” you say, your eyes closing for a second. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”
A bright smile grows on his face at the simple thought of it. He can’t wait to see what you have in store for him. A part of him knows that he shouldn’t be excited because it’d be playing with fire and probably risking your friendship, but his little crush on you speaks louder. He wants to ruin the friendship. Actually, he wants you to ruin him.
The very next day, you meet on the elevator after an intense day at work. Throughout the day, you avoided texting him to tease him a bit. It was also packed at work, but whenever you had five minutes for yourself, you’d leave him on read, which frustrates him.
“You know,” Jungkook says as soon as you step inside the elevator, “most people answer texts.”
A proud smile appears on your face before you turn your face to look at him. Your head tilts a bit to the right, trying to see if he’s angry or frustrated or maybe both.
“Most people aren’t me,” you nonchalantly reply.
“Clearly,” he sighs. “I was starting to think that I needed to file a missing person report.”
You heavily roll your eyes, your smile never once leaving your lips. His eyes admire you for a second, his breath faltering for a second, as he tries to remain composed. It’s been hard not to speak with you for an entire day. He’s not used to it.
“You’re being so dramatic,” you tell him.
“Says the woman who weaponizes read receipts,” he mumbles under his breath.
Even though he doesn’t want you to hear it, you still do, but you don’t react. You warned him yesterday, and you’re definitely going to push him over the edge. He’s clearly not ready for what’s coming, and in no time, he’ll be begging for your mercy.
When the doors open, the two of you leave the small cabin, walking toward your apartments. The sound of life echoing around fills the small silence between you, but your mind is racing with thoughts.
The moment you both reach your apartment doors, you step closer, barely leaving any space between your bodies. Jungkook’s eyes scan your face, trying to read you.
“Did you miss me?” you teasingly whisper as your fingers run down his chest, sending electricity through both of you.
Jungkook is used to being teased, but man, when it’s you, he barely manages to think. He’s completely under your spell.
“What if I did?” he mumbles, his hot breath caressing the skin of your face. “Would it be terrible?”
“I’m not sure,” you reply with a smirk. “You should be the one telling me.”
For a second, he doesn’t reply, trying to think of a decent answer. The nastiest answer crosses his mind because he desperately wants to have you weak on your knees, but maybe it isn’t the most appropriate, especially not in the building’s hallway. Your neighbors could hear it, just like you can hear everything.
Jungkook leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear, and the feeling of his breath against your skin definitely sends shivers down your spine. Seems like your little game has backfired right at you.
“You’re lucky I have enough self-control not to answer the way I want to,” he whispers, his husky voice sending a fresh wave of shivers through you.
Fuck, you never imagined yourself being so turned on by your neighbor. Over the past year, you’ve never truly pictured yourself getting freaky with him because being with him is what you've always valued the most. He’s a great friend.
But now, you’d open your legs for him… What kind of friendship is that?
A smirk appears on your face. “Is that so?” you tease him. “What’s holding you back?”
Without any warning, Jungkook licks your ear before kissing the spot right under. A whimper escapes your lips. Now, this is something you didn’t expect or even see coming. His lips leave a couple of more kisses on that spot before moving higher. Your eyes flutter shut while your hand finds its way to his fluffy hair.
This feels fucking good for both of you.
An anticipation builds within you as he slowly reaches your lips. Damn, you're so eager to feel his mouth on yours, to finally know what it's like to be kissed by Jungkook. So far, it's fantastic and thrilling. No wonder every shady girl wants him.
His lips halt at the corner of yours, his eyes moving up to look at you. The nastiest smirk appears on his face, and man, this is a fucking victory for him. Right now, he has you wrapped around his fingers, and he has never desired this much to kiss you as desperately as he wants right now.
Jungkook doesn’t move, his eyes glued to yours as they slowly open again. None of you moves, and it somehow drives you crazy. You need his lips on yours. His breathing tickles your face, but you couldn’t care less. His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.
“Can I?” he asks softly.
The simple fact that he asked instead of just rushing his lips on yours makes your heart swell. Never before has a man done that. In the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t have even thought to ask, but he did. You’d like to say that it surprises you coming from him, but it doesn’t. It definitely matches his personality and who he is.
“Absolutely,” you nod with a smile.
Without hesitation, his lips smash against yours, finally kissing you. The kiss is soft and tender, the kind of kiss that feels long overdue. You immediately melt into it, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt as he smiles into the kiss. His hands find their way to your back, pressing you against his body. The world disappears around you while he deepens the kiss.
You’ve kissed many men before him, but none of them were this great. Jungkook is more than a great kisser, and the more you get to see his flirty side, the more you understand the girls he brings home.
Your body leans into his while your fingers hold his shirt as tight as possible. The two of you desperately try to push each other even closer, as if you’ll run away if you let go. The kiss is all tongue and teeth by now, clearly indicating the nasty turn it’s taking.
But let’s not forget the sex ban you put him under.
It’s not because he has you wrapped around his fingers, or should you say, wrapped around his tongue, that he gets to get freaky. So, very delicately, you push him back with your hands, clearly putting an end to this mindblowing kiss.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest, the vibration running straight to your core and making you wet at the same time, as if this simple moment hadn’t already left you desperate for more.
“You’re still forbidden from sex, Kook,” you whisper against his lips.
Jungkook doesn’t open his eyes, too scared to see your fucked out expression. He hasn’t really forgotten about it, but somehow, he was hopeful that if it involves you, you’d give him a pass. If he sees you, he won’t be able to resist.
You place a gentle peck on his lips before taking a step back, putting some clear distance between the two of you. This is highly frustrating for you both, but you still have your revenge to get on. And this really helps.
“Fuck,” he mumbles before opening his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“You can kiss as much as you want, but it can’t go any further than that,” you reply with a victorious smile on your face. “And you were clearly trying to get me into your bed.”
This sight right here could make him come in an instant. Your shiny, swollen lips are mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away, but beyond that, your beauty is breathtaking. He has never desired anyone as much as he does right now. He definitely wants more, but obviously, he won’t get it. Certainly not from you.
Seems like his hand will be his only consolation tonight…
“You’ll have to try harder for that to happen,” you add.
A smirk instantly stretches his lips, leaving no doubt that he’ll do everything in his power to see you contorting with pleasure underneath him.
In the following days, you purposely avoid Jungkook as if he has the plague, but it’s all part of your silly revenge plan. To say that it frustrates him is a rather huge understatement. Even hearing Melissa and Carter get freaky—because believe it or not, that woman is absolutely loud when she gets dicked down—is absolute torture to him. Usually, it’s quite funny, but not this time around.
Whenever you’d see him from afar, you’d devilishly smile and run away or hide from him as fast as you could. Your smile would grow even bigger when you hear him masturbating and moaning like a frenetic at night, totally ignoring that he’s also torturing you back.
Jungkook plays along with your game. You wanted to torture him, so be it, but he has to get back at you. His only plan is to make you hear his despair. And it’s working because he could hear you, too.
The tension is clearly growing, and none of you is preventing it from expanding. As vicious as it might sound, you are actually more than eager to make it unbearable.
And then, a heatwave hits.
Everything suddenly becomes too much. Your name would roll off his tongue at a surprisingly fast pace, your fingers would find their way to your core every time you thought of him, and avoiding him turns out to be almost impossible. You’re craving each other with a tremendous desperation.
Usually, heatwaves make it almost unbearable to think of getting naughty because it’s just too hot, but to the two of you, it’s actually the opposite. You want it. Maybe not as much as Melissa and Carter, because those two are not stopping for a second. It’s almost like he has forgotten she cheated on him not so long ago. Maybe he has selective memory.
The heat between your legs clearly becomes insufferable. You couldn’t do it anymore. So you probably did the most stupid thing and knocked on his door at midnight after you heard him moaning your name like it was some sort of mantra.
“Not avoiding me anymore, huh?” Jungkook says when he opens the door.
Your gaze drops to his sweaty chest, heavy breathing, and tousled hair before settling on the familiar pair of Calvin Klein briefs he always seems to wear. The prominent bulge instantly makes you drool.
“Actually, I wanted to warn you that I’m going to file a noise complaint,” you teasingly reply.
“Oh, yeah?” he kookily asks. “Isn’t it flattering to have a man masturbating at the thought of you?”
You instantly choke on your own saliva at his straightforwardness. He’s not even trying to hide what he was doing, which somehow surprises you while also not surprising you in the slightest. This man is a walking contradiction. And does it turn you on? Absolutely!
“Maybe,” you reply, pushing him to get inside his place.
Tonight, you won’t be leaving without getting destroyed by him. Jungkook closes the door behind him before slowly making his way toward you.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, even though the answer is rather obvious.
“I told you—” you start speaking, but he cuts you off.
“We both know it isn’t true.” Jungkook now stands right in front of you, his chest almost pressed against yours.
“Who said I was going to file it against you?” You raise an eyebrow. “It could be against our beloved neighbors, and I’d need some backup, or…” your fingertips trail down his damp chest, sending shivers right through his body. “Or it could be against us and the noise we’re about to make.”
Your eyes follow the tip of your fingertip sliding over his body, noticing as well how his breathing picks up. Although it definitely looks like a victory, it doesn’t feel like one. Why? Because you crave him with your entire being, and he hasn’t surrendered just yet.
A smirk rises on his face before he snorts. “What noises?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, your eyes moving up to meet his gaze. He’s so fucking breathtaking with his tussled hair. “Maybe something similar to what Melissa and Carter have been up to for the past few days.”
Anyone with two ears could perfectly hear how loud they’ve been fucking lately. This whole cheating thing has excited them even more. You’re sure that you and Jungkook haven’t been the only people turned on.
“May I need to remind you of the sex ban you put me under?”
The two of you know that it doesn’t matter anymore. The ban has long been forgotten. It simply has been the cataclysm of this whole teasing and flirting between you.
You dangerously close the distance between you, your lips brushing against his ear to whisper, “I don’t remember anything of it.”
Shivers appear on his body instantly. He’s fucked. But he perfectly knows it, and he doesn’t care. All he wants is to have you in any possible way, which clearly seems like he’d get it tonight. If he knew, he’d have called a wizard or whatever to create this heatwave sooner.
In an instant, his arm wraps around your waist, pushing you even closer to his body. Your chest is pressed to his now, his sweatiness straining your large t-shirt. Jungkook leans closer, his face a breath away from yours. His eyes scan yours for a hot second before his lips fall over yours.
This kiss is far from slow and tender. It’s all tongue and teeth and completely desperate. This is the result of days and weeks of teasing, and man, it feels so fucking great. This time, you definitely aren’t going to leave him. You’re certainly going to let him ruin you in every possible way.
When you break apart, Jungkook walks the two of you to his couch and sits on it, spreading his legs wide. Without giving you much time to think about it, he pulls you into his lap, making you straddle one of his thighs. Your knees trap his toned thigh between you while he gently tugs you closer until you’re chest to chest.
He cups your face and kisses you again, and the heat of his body against yours wraps around you. The despair and lust entirely consume you. For sure, you’re not going to survive, especially with this damn heatwave. His tongue slides into your mouth, making you moan softly. His hands move down to rest on your waist, but they don’t stay there long.
Jungkook breaks the kiss before trailing his lips along your jaw and then your neck, which makes you tilt your head to give him free pass to suck you lightly. Very slowly, you start rocking against his thigh, and the friction between your bodies makes the two of you moan. His groan against your neck makes you move a tiny bit faster.
His hands move to your back, holding you against him while your hips desperately sway. For sure, he’ll leave a mark on your skin, but you absolutely don’t give a shit about it. He’s free to do as he pleases.
When his lips finally leave your neck, he takes a proper look at you, and his cock gets hard instantly. That’s a sight he’ll engrave in his brain forever. This is something he never thought he’d ever witness, but man, he’s fucking happy it ever happened.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his breathing frenetic. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other with so much lust you might combust at any given moment. Jungkook pulls you back for another deep kiss, his tongue instantly making its way inside your mouth while his hands slide up and down your spine, leaving tons of goosebumps on the way.
This is all too wild, especially for Jungkook after going through three weeks without sex. He could just come right there and then just from the kiss, and he absolutely doesn’t care if it might make him look like a desperate man. He is desperate and full of hunger.
His lips move once more down to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. This time, he doesn’t suck your skin; he just wets it with his tongue and lips, causing moans to fall from your mouth. Your eyes close for a moment to savor this special moment.
Jungkook takes your t-shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the living room, and hooks his fingers into the front of your laced bra to tug it down. Before you can even process what he’s doing, his mouth closes around your nipple. A loud whimper leaves your lips as your back arches instantly.
His lips and tongue are gentle at first, but his desperation takes over his body, and then, he sucks harder. All the while, your hips keep rocking against his thigh. The combined feeling of his hot mouth on your nipple, his flexing thigh under you, and his hardness against your body drives you absolutely crazy.
And then, he slips a hand down your stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. The motion of your hips increases instantly, your hands moving to his hair to push him even more against your chest, and a trail of moans falls from your mouth.
“Can I?” his eyes look up at you before his tongue licks your sensitive nipple.
“Absolutely,” you nod.
At this stage, you can’t tell who’s the most desperate. Him or you? You don’t know, but does it really matter? No, because you’re both getting what you want. You’ve been craving this more and more since the kiss, and hearing him masturbating was like the cherry on top.
Jungkook slips his hand inside your shorts, his fingers immediately finding how wet you already are. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, his head resting against your chest while his eyes close at the feeling of your wetness.
“Hearing you moaning my name turned me on so fucking much,” you mumble before tucking at his hair.
His finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering some wetness before circling your clit lightly. This is honestly too much. He’s so talented, and now, you definitely get why all the women are so fucking desperate for him. He’s so good at giving pleasure.
“I should do that more often, then,” he replies, his gaze shifting up to your face.
Before you even get to reply, he pushes a finger inside you, curling it slightly, and you clench around him, your hips rocking into his hand. Jungkook doesn’t even let you get used to it; he instantly slides another finger. Your mouth hangs open, small whimpers rumbling deep from within your chest. He thrusts them in and out at a steady pace while his thumb rubs your clit.
“Fuck,” you swear, your gaze locked with his as he fucks you with his fingers.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Ride my fingers.”
The pace of his fingers increases while they curl perfectly inside you with every thrust. His lips find yours again, swallowing every single moan. He shows no mercy to you, torturing you just the way you need it. For a while, his fingers stretch you as his thumb rubs your clit. You’re a complete mess on his lap.
At some point, the feeling of his fingers inside you becomes too overwhelming, and you just cum with a high-pitched moan. His eyes never leave you, taking the time to admire how you fall apart on his lap. Your orgasm doesn’t stop him. On the contrary, his fingers thrust even faster.
“Kook…” you manage to say in between moans.
Your hands rest on his arm, trying to hold onto something while he keeps pushing you over the edge. Your hips move, your head falls, and your back arches in a way that might break your spine at some point.
“Too much…” you mumble when you feel your orgasm ready to burst again.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he says against your shoulder, biting it gently.
The way he speaks to you with his deep voice and the nickname sends you right over the edge again. Your second orgasm is just as intense as the first one, if not more. Even with the hot weather, it feels fucking good. Jungkook looks at you, not wanting to miss a thing, and he halts his fingers.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he smiles at you like a pervert.
When Jungkook finally takes his fingers out, you whine at the loss, and he brings them to his mouth to taste you. Seeing him doing it makes you clench around emptiness. He’s so hot, it might even be a crime to look that fine.
“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he continues.
“No need to exaggerate,” you smile while shaking your head.
“I’m not lying, sweetheart,” he replies while pushing your body against his. “You know I always say what I think,” he whispers against your lips, pressing another kiss.
Jungkook pushes you off his lap and removes every simple piece of clothing still on your body. He shifts you forward on the couch, placing you on your hands and knees. His hands grip your hips from behind, pulling your ass toward him. The feeling of his bulge against your core makes you both groan. In two seconds, he pushes his underwear down, and then, you feel the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.
Jungkook pushes forward, and the stretch is immediately intense. Your hands tighten into a fist, and your teeth bite your lower lip while he slowly sinks into you from behind. His hands almost bruise your hips as he holds you.
Your mouth falls open when he’s fully inside, and he just stops, giving you both the time to adjust to the stretch. He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he presses a kiss on your shoulder.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin.
For a moment, he peppers the skin of your back and shoulder with kisses, as if he’s worshipping your body. At some point, you turn your head, and he instantly captures your lips for a kiss.
As he kisses you, his hips slowly start to move into deep thrusts, and he swallows your moans. Your entire body rocks forward with the snap of his hips. Feeling him inside you is devastatingly overwhelming, but in such a good way. Right now, you’re starting to regret not doing this any sooner. He’s good at it. Really good.
Well, somehow it isn’t surprising since he has sex at least once a week. If he didn’t know how to use his dick by now, that would be something to be concerned about. The girls’ moans were definitely justified, even though you wished it never was at 2 am.
“You’re taking me so well,” he whispers against your ear.
“I know,” you tease him.
Jungkook chuckles before straightening his back. You look back at him with a devious smile on your face.
“You’re so full of yourself,” he says while his eyes are inevitably drawn to where your bodies are joined. It’s mesmerizing to see the way his dick disappears inside you and how you coat him with your wetness. He might get addicted to this sight.
“Not as much as you,” you reply.
His legs slightly spread yours a bit more, and his hand pushes your shoulders even more against the couch, making your back arch even more. Now, his shaft touches parts of your insides you never thought existed. Strangled moans fall from your lips instantly. This feels freaking good and overwhelming at the same time.
“How couldn’t I be when I have you exactly where I wanted you?” He groans behind you.
Involuntarily, your walls squeeze around him, making the two of you moan. Hearing him say it out loud turns you on even more. It’s not a surprise because he was literally masturbating and moaning your name minutes ago, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s flattering.
Instead of replying, you push back to meet his deep thrusts. Jungkook’s hands move to your ass, rubbing his fingers over your skin and watching over and over how you suck him in. He even pushes your cheeks apart to take an even better look, as if he wants to make sure this is real.
Slowly but surely, his pace turns faster, harder, and deeper. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans echoes in his living room. Everything slowly becomes too much, and you know you’re so freaking close. Jungkook hits a special spot inside you, making your eyes roll back.
And then, your third orgasm just hits you intensely.
You squeeze him tightly while your body shakes under him. This one is honestly intense. You’ve never orgasmed that way before, and fuck, you only want more. You don’t care if you’re being overstimulated, as long as you get to come like this.
Jungkook looks at you falling apart under his ministration, and his chest swells with pride. This is all he ever wanted. As you come back down, he slows his thrusts before pulling out with a wet sound. You whine at the sudden loss, but he’s already turning you around to face him.
He sits back on the couch and pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him all over again. His lips find yours for a messy and sloppy kiss, while your hands wrap around his neck.
“Ride me,” he whispers against your lips.
Well, he doesn’t have to tell you twice—you just obey. Your hands move to his shoulder to balance yourself as you sink down onto his cock. Your body is so wet that he slides in so easily. His hands settle on your waist before you start riding him.
At first, the rolls of your hips are slow and shaky, but his hands help you all along. Every time you sink down on him, he groans deeply, which only makes you grow wetter. Slowly, your confidence increases, and your hips move rather faster and deeper. The two of you get completely lost in pleasure, enjoying every bit of this moment.
One of his hands finds your clit, rubbing slick circles while his other hand guides your movements. His face hides for a second in the crook of your neck, gently kissing and biting your skin. His fingers never stop teasing your clit, and it only brings you closer to the edge. If he keeps going, you’ll come at least three more times before this even stops.
Being with him right here feels honestly so good. Your mind is completely drunk on pleasure, your eyes are half-lidded, your lips parted, and your helpless moans keep falling from your mouth.
“This is so good,” he whispers against your skin as his fingers move faster on your clit, the slick sound of it filling the air.
His eyes look up at you, watching just how destroyed you are. He’s so close as well. It’s a matter of seconds before he’s coming deep inside you. Both your bodies are covered in sweat—proof of the damn hot weather and of your steamy activities.
You whimper at his words, totally agreeing with him, and your head falls on his shoulder as you keep riding him. This is seriously becoming too overwhelming all over again. Jungkook feels it with the way your body starts shaking. He doesn’t want any of this to end any time soon.
The hand on your waist slides up on your back, pressing you even more against him. Your hard and sensitive nipples brush against his chest, which makes you moan against his skin. By now, your entire body is sensitive. He’s torturing you just so perfectly.
“You’re clenching so hard around me, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.
His fingers circle your clit even faster, wanting to bring you to orgasm for a fourth time. Without really noticing it, you bounce quicker on him, chasing this upcoming orgasm. Your moans get louder, just like the sound of skin slapping against skin.
For sure, your neighbors are hearing the free show you're giving them. You might as well inspire them to do the same, and you don’t even doubt that Melissa and Carter might follow you, if they aren’t already doing the deed.
Jungkook is just as desperate as you are, so his hips naturally thrust up to meet your movements. The two of you moan way too loud, but who cares? Well, hopefully, none of your neighbors will file a noise complaint against you.
Before you even realize it, you’re coming hard around him, more of your juices running down his shaft. And he follows you right after, his cock pumping you full of his cum. Feeling it makes you squeeze him even harder, and a strangled sound escapes his pretty lips.
Your head rests on his shoulder as you try to get down from everything that just happened. His fingers trace circles along your spine. Your bodies are completely spent and covered in sweat.
“You definitely know how to use that dick of yours,” you say when you’ve managed to catch your breath.
Jungkook brushes damp strands of hair away from your face. “Who said I didn’t?”
You chuckle while shaking your head. He’s unbelievable. “I did,” you reply.
“Glad I finally got to prove you wrong,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Maybe we should take a shower.”
You simply nod, and he drags the two of you into his bathroom. It’s supposed to be a simple and quick shower, but in an instant, it turns into another sex session where he completely rearranges your guts against the shower’s wall. Shower sex was a first for you, but you’re definitely going to try it again with him.
The night turns out to be a long one, and the heatwave definitely seems not to matter at all. If you’re too hot, you ride him all over again. Luckily for you, you don’t have to work the next day, you wouldn’t have been able to present yourself at work.
As of now, let’s just say that whenever you gather to hear your neighbors’ shenanigans, it inevitably ends up with the two of you entwined.
jungkook has always been your forbidden fantasy — the one man you could never have. unbeknownst to you, he yearned for you just as badly, fighting every urge and dark desire because you were his son's girlfriend. until that one night, heartbroken after being cheated on, you run into his warm safe arms and every rule breaks. what happens when the best raw passionate night of your life turns into the sweetest revenge and the beginning of something new?
⁽ PAIRING ₎ ex-boyfriend's father!jungkook x f.reader
⁽ GENRE ₎ forbidden love, dark romance, age gap, yearning and pining, long term mutual secret attraction, angst & drama, fluff, smut
⁽ WARNINGS ₎ 18+, explicit smut, minors dni, reader is 23 & jungkook is 41 (18 years age gap), cheating and infidelity (by the boyfriend), revenge and heartbreak, sexual fantasies and masturbation, alcohol consumption and smoking, sensual dancing, angry love confessions, arguments, mirror sex, multiple sex scenes and orgasms, different positions, rough sex, dirty talk and degradation, praise kink, size kink, power imbalance, semi public sex, creampie and breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast and nipple play, face sitting, clit play, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, throat bulging, hair fisting, cum on tits, body worship, manhandling, cum stuffing and cock warming, jungkook teaches his son a good lesson, more tags to be added... (each part will contain their individual warnings)
⁽ NOTE ₎ i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! it's something different and unlike anything i've tried before so i really hope you'll enjoy it. it'll most likely be a three-shot and i wanted to share a little teaser, let me know your thoughts sweet darlings, i love you bunch <33
⁽ TAGLIST ₎ [ OPEN .ᐟ ]
➥ 『 MASTERLIST | READ ON WATTPAD 』
“ah... ah… ah…”
the slap of wet skin on skin was all that was ringing in your ears along with jungkook's low manly groans as he fucked you deep and hard from behind on the bed.
the very bed that you once shared with his son.
your dress was bunched around your waist, panties long gone and his big hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
“fuckk you feel even better than i imagined.”
he growled against your ear, thrusting hard, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast.
“so tight for me baby, been waiting forever for this pussy.”
you moaned loudly pushing back against him, lost in the feeling of his huge cock stretching you, you could barely breathe and it felt like he was inside your stomach.
“jungkook oh god y-yes.. harder...”
that's when the door suddenly flew open.
your ex, his son stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock, phone still in his hand like he'd been about to call you once again.
“what the actual fuck?!”
jungkook didn't stop, not even for a second, he just smirked, hips snapping forward again so hard that you squealed not being able to stay still.
his one hand stayed on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head up so his son could see your tear streaked face twisted in pleasure.
“surprise.” jungkook said casually yet roughly.
“took you long enough to show up.”
“dad what the hell are you doing with her?!”
he yelled, his face turning red with rage and disbelief.
the embarrassment made you want to pull away for a bit but jungkook held you firmly in place, starting to pound into you now with perfect rhythm and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenching hard.
“what does it look like i'm doing?”
jungkook chuckled darkly, not missing a beat, he leaned down, biting your shoulder lightly before looking back at his son.
“i'm fucking the girl you were stupid enough to cheat on.. she came to me crying about your sorry ass, figured i'd show her what a real man feels like.”
his son took a step forward, fists clenching, not even registering the words properly.
“get the fuck off her! that's my girlfriend!”
“was.” jungkook corrected.
his pace picks up again while you whined helplessly, the thrill of being watched while being owned by the man that you've always wanted made you even hornier and wetter.
the sick twisted part of you loved that jungkook was taking his revenge so sweetly.
“jungkook...”
you gasped, shame no longer left in you as your back arched more for him.
he leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, placing open mouthed kisses almost lovingly against your shoulder blades.
“shhh baby, let him hear how loud you get for daddy.”
his son looked like he might just hit someone but was not being able to do anything about it, clearly intimidated by his father like he always was.
“you're sick, both of you.”
jungkook laughed low, enjoying it a little too much.
“sick? nahh this is payback.”
jungkook glares, his jaw clenched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek hotly.
“for every time you lied to her, every time you made her cry… i'm making it right. you think you deserve her huh?”
you cried out from his words and also when the tip of his cock nudges on that spot inside you that makes your brain reduce to a mush, your hand scratching against the bed sheets, fisting it and pulling it until it bunches around you.
you both felt absolutely crazy and wild for each other.
“hahhngh jungkook!”
“that's it.” he praised, eyes locked on his son the whole time.
“tell him whose cock you're creaming on baby, loud enough for him to hear.”
your voice breaks, your body trembling uncontrollably.
No titles, no descriptions, and absolutely no strings attached, that were the invisible rules of their secret bond. But a month-long tour changes everything, transforming a routine hookup into a heavy, agonizing attachment. Stranded in the silence of unknown feelings, the physical distance forces them to think about what they’ve actually become.
Pairing : idol! JK x f.reader
Genre : smut, fwb, angst, drama, 18+, love triangle, unrequited love
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Yoongi exhales a final, slow stream of smoke, his sharp eyes scanning your tear-streaked face. He doesn't look shocked; if anything, he looks like he’s finally put the last two pieces of a puzzle together. He drops the cigarette butt, crushing it beneath the sole of his shoe.
"If your goal is to make him completely miserable," Yoongi says, his voice low and gravelly in the quiet street, "sitting on the curb crying into your knees isn't going to get it done."
You catch your breath, a watery sob trapping itself in your throat as you look up at him. "Yoongi..."
"He’s a mess inside, Y/n. Has been all night," Yoongi continues, walking over and offering you a steady hand to pull you up from the concrete. "But if you walk away like this, he’ll just think he won the 'no strings' game you both foolishly agreed to play." He pulls a clean handkerchief from his jacket pocket and hands it to you. "Taehyung is still inside. He’s been looking for you. Go back in, clean your face, and let Tae take you home. Let Jungkook watch exactly what happens when he plays stupid games."
Your heart pounds against your ribs. The numbness from the alcohol is replaced by a sharp, vengeful rush of adrenaline. Yoongi is right. Why should you be the one crying in the dark while Jungkook gets to comfortably assume you're just another girl who will wait around for him?
You take the handkerchief, wiping the tears from your eyes and taking a deep, shuddering breath. You fix your hair, smooth down your top, and put on the coldest, most brilliant mask you can muster.
When you walk back into the private dining room, Jungkook’s eyes instantly snap to you from across the room, his chest heaving with palpable relief until you bypass his side of the table entirely and slide right back into the empty seat next to Taehyung.
Taehyung turns to you, a warm, genuine smile lighting up his face. "There you are. Ready to go? I still have that view from my balcony to show you."
"Yeah," you say, your voice smooth, loud enough for Jungkook to hear as you wrap your hand firmly around Taehyung's forearm, leaning into his space. "I’m completely ready. Let's get out of here."
From across the table, you catch the exact moment Jungkook's jaw drops, his eyes darkening into something completely feral as he watches you leave with his best friend.
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Around a week had passed, and you and Taehyung went on three dates. He was a genuinely kind man, an absolute gentleman who showed far more interest in your actual life than just getting you into bed. You truly liked his company, but deep down, you knew the bitter truth, everything you were doing was designed to make Jungkook burn with jealousy.
You started posting stories of your dates to your Close Friends list, sharing soft, smiling selfies with Taehyung. It completely infuriated Jungkook. He tried calling you repeatedly, but you blocked his number. You ignored his frantic texts. He even drove to your apartment and banged on your door, but you sat in silence and refused to open it.
A dark part of you enjoyed watching him beg. Yet, the guilt occasionally crept into your mind. Were you overreacting? Was this too much? Was it wrong to use someone as sweet as Taehyung just to hurt Jungkook?
Those thoughts were pushed aside when, near the end of their Europe tour, Taehyung unexpectedly sent you a flight ticket. He asked you to fly out to visit them, join their post-concert celebration, and explore the cities with him.
You gladly accepted. Taehyung genuinely liked you, and you knew it. It was obvious in the way he cared for you, the thoughtful way he texted, and how he spoke to you without any hidden, dirty agendas. He was so much braver than Jungkook had ever been.
When you landed in Europe, Taehyung had already arranged for his manager and a private car to pick you up. No one else in the group had any idea you were coming.
"Guys!" Taehyung chimed cheerfully, stepping into the loud, spacious room where the rest of the members were winding down and eating dinner. "I have a surprise guest!"
You walked in right behind him, a bright, flawless smile plastered on your face. Seokjin and Hoseok immediately leaped up to hug you. Jimin instantly wiggled his eyebrows at Taehyung, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "When exactly did you two get so close, huh?"
"And here I thought you were my friend!" Seokjin pouted dramatically, crossing his arms.
At the end of the table, Jungkook slowly set his fork down, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle ticked. You were supposed to be his. His friend, his secret, his unacknowledged girl. In his head, if you had just stayed and listened to him in that bathroom, you would be sitting next to him right now. He had been planning to finally drop his pride and ask you to be his girlfriend that night until you decided to walk out and show him exactly who was in control.
Your eyes briefly darted toward him. Jungkook took a slow sip of his beer, looking entirely fine, healthy, and happy. The sight pierced a small hole in your chest.
Suppressing the sting, you rolled your eyes mentally and turned your dazzling smile back to the rest of the guys. "Well, I'm just here to support Tae," you said smoothly, wrapping your hand firmly around Taehyung's arm.
The room instantly erupted into loud whistles, theatrical gasps, and a chorus of "oohs" from the members.
Taehyung was caught completely off guard. For the past few weeks, he had been the one initiating every conversation and driving all the plans, so your sudden public display of affection sent a rush of color to his cheeks. Blushing slightly, he looked down at you with pure warmth in his eyes. "Thank you for coming, Y/n.”
Taehyung’s hand was warm against your skin, and the sweet, genuine flush spreading across his cheeks almost made you feel a pang of guilt. He was being so incredibly brave, so openly vulnerable in front of his friends, entirely unaware that he was a shield in a war he didn't even know he was fighting.
"Of course," you murmured softly, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't miss it."
The room erupted into a flurry of teasing. Seokjin immediately began complaining loudly about how the younger members were keeping secrets from him, while Jimin leaned across the table, highly amused, trying to extract the exact timeline of when you two had become an item. Namjoon and Yoongi watched the display with amused smiles though Yoongi’s eyes briefly flicked from you, to Taehyung, and then straight to the end of the table.
Jungkook hadn't picked up his fork again. His knuckles were white around his beer bottle, the glass clicking against the table as his grip tightened. Every single muscle in his body was rigid. He looked healthy, yes, and on stage he had been the picture of a flawless global pop star but right now, looking at you, he looked like he was vibrating with a silent, dangerous fury.
Let him burn, you thought coldly, turning your attention completely away from him to answer a question Hoseok asked about your flight.
"Come on, sit down, you must be starving after that long flight," Taehyung said softly, pulling out the empty chair right next to his.
As fate or perhaps Taehyung's lack of awareness would have it, the empty seats were directly opposite Jungkook.
As soon as you sat down, the heavy, suffocating weight of Jungkook’s gaze crashed over you. He didn't join in on the banter. He didn't laugh at Seokjin's jokes. He just stared. His eyes, dark and entirely unreadable, traced the way Taehyung leaned in close to whisper something about the menu in your ear, and the way you smiled back in response.
The casual dinner quickly turned into a battle of endurance. Under the table, your phone buzzed in your lap. You glanced down covertly. Since you had blocked his number, an unknown notification popped up from a burner account on a messaging app.
Unblock me.
Get away from him, Y/n. I'm not playing.
You locked your screen without a second thought and slid the phone into your purse, deliberately leaning your head against Taehyung's shoulder as he laughed at something Jimin said. Across the table, you heard the distinct, sharp sound of Jungkook’s beer bottle hitting the wood a little too hard.
Everyone’s eyes lifted to Jungkook when he suddenly scraped his chair back and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Namjoon asked, a brow raised in mild confusion at his sudden departure.
"I want to sleep. I’m tired," Jungkook replied shortly, shoving his phone deep into his pocket without making eye contact with anyone.
Your eyes involuntarily trailed behind him, watching his broad shoulders retreat until his presence completely disappeared from the room. The air felt a fraction lighter without his suffocating intensity, but a strange, hollow ache immediately took its place.
From across the table, Yoongi silently noted the subtle shift, the exact second Jungkook walked out, you instinctively pulled yourself a little apart from Taehyung, your grip on his arm loosening.
Later that night, after dinner had wound down, you found yourself standing on the spacious balcony of the hotel suite. You leaned against the railing, letting the biting European wind whoosh through your hair and cool your flushed cheeks. It was peaceful out here, away from the noise and the crushing weight of your own guilt.
"Hello there."
The calm, gravelly voice interrupted the silence. You turned around to see Yoongi leaning back against the brick wall, his hands casually shoved into his jacket pockets.
"Hey," you murmured, turning back to face the city lights.
"Been using Taehyung a lot, huh?" he said, letting out a small, dark chuckle that lacked any real malice. It was just a cold statement of fact. "I honestly thought you two would have solved it by now."
You shrugged your shoulders, trying to act indifferent. "I don't know. He... he did try to contact me so many times, but..."
"But you liked seeing him suffer?" Yoongi finished your sentence, stepping a bit closer. "Because you suffered all these years for him."
Your eyes instantly watered at his words, a sharp sting piercing your chest as memories flooded back. You remembered the agonizing nights spent watching Jungkook openly flirt with stylists and staff members right in front of your face. You had to sit there and smile, swallowing your glass of glass, all because there was no title between you two. You had no right to speak up.
You had liked him since that very first hookup, but you were never brave enough to ask him for more. For more of his time. For something real. You had settled for the crumbs, the quiet aftermath of his comfort and his tender post-sex cuddles.
"Or is it because you want to see him beg you the exact same way you internally begged for him all these years?" Yoongi continued, his voice cutting straight through your defenses.
You violently turned your back to him, fiercely wiping at the tears that had finally slipped down your cheeks. "No."
"I know you've liked him since a long time ago, Y/n."
You shook your head blindly, refusing to admit it.
"Stop lying," Yoongi said softly, his tone shifting into something more protective, like an older brother. "He’s suffering enough. He puts on a front and acts like he's fine, but he’s been completely silent lately. It's driving him crazy. Talk to him." He sighed, looking back toward the glass doors. "See, Taehyung is genuinely falling for you, too. Both of them are my brothers. Don't end up hurting both of them in the end."
With that final, heavy piece of advice, Yoongi turned around and walked back inside, leaving you entirely alone with the freezing wind and a heart that felt heavier than ever.
You stood on the balcony for a few more minutes, Yoongi’s words echoing heavily in your mind. Before the guilt could entirely consume you, the glass door slid open again. This time, it was Taehyung.
"Hey," he said, a warm smile gracing his lips as he stepped out into the cold. He immediately noticed you shivering and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, the heavy fabric smelling faintly of his expensive cologne. "It's freezing out here. Come on, let me show you my room. I have the best view of the city skyline from my balcony."
You offered him a soft smile, letting him guide you down the quiet hotel hallway to his suite. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the atmosphere shifted into something cozy and intimate. Taehyung's room was spacious, dimly lit, and filled with the comfortable clutter of a world tour.
"Make yourself at home," Taehyung murmured, walking over to a small table to pour two glasses of white wine. He walked back over, handing you a glass, his fingers lingering against yours a second too long. His dark eyes locked onto yours, full of a playful, unfiltered charm. "You know, I still can't believe you actually flew all the way to Europe just for me. You look incredibly beautiful tonight, Y/n."
"I told you, I wanted to support you," you replied, taking a small sip of the wine, your heart doing a nervous flip. He was a natural flirt, smooth and effortless, but unlike Jungkook’s usual dominant, secretive energy, Taehyung was loud and proud about his affection.
He leaned in a little closer, his thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Just to support me? Or because you wanted to see me?" he teased, his voice dropping to a low, velvety register. "Because I've missed you. A lot."
Your chest tightened with a sudden wave of conflict. He was being perfect, but Yoongi's warning flashed in your head. Don't hurt both of them.
"Tae," you said, gently breaking the spell with a small laugh. "You promised to show me the city, didn't you? The night is still young. Let's go out. I want to see the streets under the night lights."
Taehyung blinked, slightly surprised by your sudden urge to leave the room, but he quickly grinned, ever the gentleman. "Your wish is my command. Let me grab my hat and a thicker coat for you."
A few minutes later, the two of you stepped back out into the carpeted hallway of the hotel. Taehyung, completely relaxed and happy, naturally reached out and slid his large hand around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you walked toward the elevators.
The warmth of his hand was comforting, but the comfort vanished the exact moment you rounded the corner.
Standing near the ice machine down the hall was Jungkook.
He was wearing a loose black hoodie, his hair messy, holding a glass. He looked exhausted, but the moment the sound of your laughter reached him, his head snapped up. His eyes instantly locked onto the exact spot where Taehyung’s hand was resting firmly on your waist.
The hallway went completely, suffocatingly silent.
Jungkook’s entire demeanor changed in a fraction of a second. The exhaustion vanished, replaced by a raw, burning jealousy that turned his eyes almost entirely black. His jaw clenched so violently you could see the strain in his neck. He stood frozen, staring at his best friend holding the girl whose name he had moaned in a drunken haze just weeks ago.
Taehyung, completely oblivious to the toxic history between the two of you, gave you a gentle squeeze and waved with his free hand. "Oh, Jungkook-ah? Thought you went to sleep."
Jungkook didn't answer Taehyung. His piercing, furious gaze ripped away from Taehyung's hand and burned straight into your eyes, silently screaming at you for letting someone else touch you like that.
The silence in the hallway stretched until it became unbearable. Taehyung’s smile slowly faltered as he looked between the two of you, his sharp intuition picking up on the heavy, erratic energy vibrating through the air. He felt the way your body instantly went rigid under his palm, and he saw the lethal intensity in Jungkook's glare—a look Jungkook usually reserved for a stage, not his best friend.
"Jungkook-ah?" Taehyung asked again, his voice dropping its cheerful tone, replaced by a quiet, questioning gravity. His hand didn't leave your waist; instead, his grip tightened slightly, instinctively becoming more protective. "Are you alright?"
Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from you, his gaze dropping to Taehyung’s hand on your side before lifting to meet his friend’s eyes. For a fraction of a second, a flash of pure panic and guilt crossed Jungkook's face, the agonizing realization that the secret he had kept to protect his own pride was now trapped in a corner.
"Yeah," Jungkook choked out, his voice rough and incredibly strained. He tried to force a careless shrug, but his entire posture was too stiff to pull it off. "Just... didn't expect you guys to be heading out this late."
"Y/n wanted to see the city lights," Taehyung said slowly, his dark eyes narrowing just a fraction as he studied Jungkook’s clenched jaw. Taehyung was many things, but he wasn't blind. He could see the unspoken dialogue flashing between you and his youngest brother. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm fine. Just tired, like I said," Jungkook muttered, though his eyes betrayed him, flicking back to you with a silent, desperate plea. Don't do this. Don't go with him.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to break away from Jungkook’s burning stare. Turning to Taehyung, you gave him a small, tight smile. "Tae, the elevator is here. Let's go before it closes."
Taehyung looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he looked back at Jungkook. "Get some rest, Kook. We'll see you at breakfast."
As Taehyung guided you past him toward the opening elevator doors, you had to walk right by Jungkook. The scent of his familiar, woody cologne hit you, thick and intoxicating. Just as you crossed his path, Jungkook took a sharp, impulsive half-step forward, his hand twitching at his side as if he were seconds away from reaching out, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you away from Taehyung right then and there.
But he stopped himself, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his glass, forced to stand completely frozen in the hallway and watch the elevator doors slide shut between you.
Inside the elevator, the silence was deafening. You stared at the shifting floor numbers, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Y/n," Taehyung’s quiet voice broke the quiet, making you jump slightly. You looked up to find him staring at you, the playful, flirting gentleman from before completely replaced by someone deeply observant. He slowly let his hand drop from your waist. "Is there something you aren't telling me?”
Your breath hitched, the sudden lack of warmth around your waist leaving you feeling exposed in the small, mirrored box of the elevator. You stared at Taehyung, your mind racing for a lie, an excuse—anything to keep the fragile tower of cards from collapsing.
"What do you mean?" you asked, trying to laugh it off, but the sound came out hollow and tight.
Taehyung didn't smile. He leaned back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you. "Jungkook looks at you like he’s drowning and you're the only air left in the room," he said, his voice completely calm, devoid of anger but heavy with realization. "And you... you went completely pale the second you saw him."
He paused, the elevator smoothly descending a few more floors.
"I’ve known Jungkook for more than a decade, Y/n," Taehyung continued softly. "He doesn't get quiet unless something is eating him alive from the inside. And tonight, when I had my hand on you, I thought he was going to break the glass in his hand." He looked at you, a faint, melancholic expression crossing his handsome features. "Did something happen between you two before we started going out?"
The guilt slammed into you like a physical wave. Yoongi’s voice echoed in your head, Don't end up hurting both of them. Taehyung was being so incredibly gentle, so fair, even though he had every right to be furious.
"Tae..." your voice trembled, your eyes stinging with a fresh threat of tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... it's complicated."
"Complicated," Taehyung repeated the word, nodding slowly to himself as the pieces finally clicked. The selfies, the sudden dates, the way you had suddenly accepted his attention after weeks of him chasing you. "You were using me to get back at him, weren't you?"
A single tear spilled over your lashes. "I didn't mean to hurt you," you whispered, reaching out instinctively to touch his arm. "I really do like your company, Tae. You're amazing, and you're so good to me. But... but I was angry, and I was stupid."
The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal the bright, bustling hotel lobby. Instead of walking out, Taehyung reached over and pressed the button to close the doors again, keeping the two of you in your private sanctuary.
He looked down at your hand on his arm, then back up at your face. He let out a long, quiet sigh, the tension leaving his shoulders.
"I'm mad that you used me," Taehyung admitted honestly, a small, sad smile touching the corner of his lips. "But I'm more mad at him. If he had you, how could he possibly be stupid enough to let you go?" He gently reached out, his thumb catching the tear on your cheek. "Go talk to him, Y/n. Fix whatever mess you two made. Because if you don't..." His eyes darkened just a fraction, a spark of his usual confidence returning. "...I might just decide to keep you for myself, and I don't think he'd survive that.”
˙⋆✮ They say having feelings for your brother's best friend is never a good idea...
But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.
He's been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it's only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.
For the first time ever, loving him doesn't feel easy at all.
paining: brother's best friend!jungkook × f!reader
cw: age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (!!adding new warnings when needed!!)
>>english is not my first language
chapter 7 | masterlist
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You decide to meet Yoongi after he finally realizes that calling you would be far more effective than flooding your phone with endless apologetic text messages. Hearing his voice on the other end of the line feels strangely unfamiliar after everything that happened, yet there is something undeniably sincere in the hesitation that lingers between his words. After a brief conversation, you reluctantly agree to see him, deciding it would be safer for him to come to your apartment rather than meeting somewhere outside. The thought of accidentally running into Sophie again immediately twists your stomach into knots, and the possibility of crossing paths with Jungkook is even worse. You don’t think you could handle another confrontation.
The entire afternoon passes at an agonizingly slow pace. You keep finding yourself glancing at the clock, wondering whether agreeing to this had been a mistake. Part of you wants to hear what Yoongi has to say, but another part still remembers every single word he threw at you that day. Words spoken in anger may disappear into thin air, but they have a cruel habit of lingering inside the person they were directed at.
When the doorbell finally rings, the sudden sound echoes through the apartment much louder than it normally would, startling you from your thoughts.
Layla immediately jumps off the couch, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She flashes you a dramatic thumbs-up before quietly disappearing into her bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind her as though she knows the conversation you’re about to have isn’t meant for anyone else’s ears.
You shake your head in disbelief, unable to suppress the small laugh escaping your lips. Even in tense situations, Layla somehow always manages to lighten the atmosphere, if only for a brief second.
Taking a slow breath, you make your way to the entrance and open the door.
Yoongi stands there with his hands tucked awkwardly inside the pockets of his pants. He looks exhausted, the faint shadows beneath his eyes suggesting he hasn’t been sleeping much either. His usually composed expression has softened into something much more vulnerable, almost uncertain.
“Hello” he says quietly.
“Hi” you answer, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in.”
He nods with a faint murmur of gratitude before slipping off his shoes and following you into the living room.
Neither of you knows how to begin.
You both sit down on the couch, leaving a polite distance between yourselves. Your hands rest awkwardly against your thighs while Yoongi leans forward slightly, his fingers nervously intertwined. The silence stretching between you isn’t hostile, but it certainly isn’t comfortable either. It carries the weight of everything that has been left unsaid, every misunderstanding and every regret that neither of you has fully processed.
Yoongi is the first to break it.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know you probably don’t want to hear me out, and I honestly appreciate that you agreed to see me.”
You press your lips together, fighting the urge to smile despite yourself. Watching him avoid your gaze feels oddly endearing. In moments like this, it’s almost impossible to remember that he’s several years older than you. He suddenly seems far less intimidating than usual, almost like a little kid who’s just been scolded by their mother.
You know exactly who Yoongi is.
You know he is a good person. He’s been there for you more times than you can count, offering quiet support without ever asking for anything in return. He’s easily become one of the people you trusted the most, which is precisely why his words hurt so deeply. Betrayal stings the most when it comes from someone whose opinion genuinely matters.
You don’t interrupt him.
Instead, you simply nod, silently encouraging him to continue. You can tell from the way his shoulders remain tense that he hasn’t said everything weighing on his heart.
“I never wanted to hurt you Y/n…” he says after taking a deep breath. “I need you to know that I care about you. I really do. You’re my friend, and I value you more than I’ve probably ever said out loud. Seeing Sophie again… it hit me a lot harder than I expected. I know that’s not an excuse, and I’m not asking you to pretend it is. I just… I completely lost control. I let my emotions get the best of me, and you ended up paying the price for something that had nothing to do with you.”
This time he finally forces himself to meet your eyes. The hope you find in them almost catches you off guard. He’s waiting for some kind of reaction, even if it’s anger.
When none comes, his expression gradually falls. His shoulders sag almost imperceptibly as doubt slowly replaces hope. He shifts uncomfortably where he’s sitting, interpreting your silence as confirmation that perhaps he’s already ruined everything beyond repair.
“…Alright.” he whispers.
The word barely reaches your ears.
He slowly stands, giving you a small nod as though accepting a punishment he believes he deserves. Without another word, he turns toward the door, convinced that there’s nothing left to say.
“You were an asshole, Yoongi.”
Your voice stops him instantly.
His entire body stiffens before he slowly turns around. His head hangs lower than before, and he can’t quite bring himself to fully meet your gaze anymore.
“I would’ve never said those things to you.”
For a long moment, he simply stands there.
“I know.” he admits quietly.
There isn’t a trace of defensiveness in his voice, only regret.
You let out a slow sigh, mindlessly tracing invisible circles against the fabric of your shorts with your fingertips. Forgiveness has never been easy for you. Not because you enjoy holding grudges, but because trust always feels fragile once it’s been cracked.
“But…” you continue after another long pause, “…I understand why it happened.”
The words surprise even you.
“It’s also my fault for keeping everything a secret. I convinced myself I was protecting everyone, but all I really did was create misunderstandings. I should’ve known that hiding something this important would eventually come back to haunt me. I was selfish.”
Yoongi immediately shakes his head before you’ve even finished speaking. He walks back toward the couch and sits down again, this time leaving much less distance between you than before.
“No.” he says firmly. “Don’t do that.”
His voice is steadier now.
“You don’t get to blame yourself for the way I treated you. I should’ve trusted you enough to tell you the truth from the beginning instead of keeping everything to myself. None of this is on you.”
You stare at him for several seconds. For the first time in what feels like forever, the tightness in your chest begins to loosen.
You hadn’t realized just how heavily this entire situation had been weighing on you until now. Carrying guilt alongside disappointment had become exhausting, and hearing him refuse to let you shoulder all the blame feels like finally setting down a burden you hadn’t even noticed you were carrying.
A small smile slowly finds its way onto your face.
It’s hesitant at first, but genuine. Without thinking too much about it, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him.
Yoongi freezes for only a brief second before hugging you back just as tightly. The embrace feels familiar.
“I forgive you.” you mumble against his shoulder. After a brief pause, a teasing grin appears on your face. “Just this once, asshole.”
His laughter fills the room, warm and relieved, the sound carrying away the last remnants of tension that had lingered between you all afternoon.
As he hugs you a little tighter, you realize that forgiveness doesn’t erase the pain someone caused. It simply means deciding that the relationship is worth giving another chance, despite the scars left behind. And sometimes, that decision is far more difficult, and far more meaningful, than holding onto resentment ever could.
Eventually, the conversation begins to drift away from everything that had happened between the two of you and settles into something much lighter. It feels refreshing, almost nostalgic, to talk without constantly weighing every word before saying it. You’re simply catching up. You fill Yoongi in on everything he’s missed over the past days.
You tell him about your new apartment and how, despite all the chaos that came with moving, it’s slowly starting to feel like home. You describe the little things you’ve grown unexpectedly attached to: the large windows that let the afternoon sunlight flood the living room, the tiny balcony where you and Layla occasionally sit late at night, and the peaceful silence that settles over the apartment after long, exhausting days.
From there, the conversation naturally shifts to the upcoming trip with everyone else.
The excitement you once felt has been replaced by a strange mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Between unresolved feelings, complicated friendships, and everything that’s happened recently, the vacation feels like it has the potential to either fix everything that’s going on inside your head or make it infinitely worse.
Yoongi listens carefully before letting out a quiet sigh.
“I honestly wouldn’t want to be in your position.”
You let out a small laugh.
“I don’t blame you.”
A comfortable silence follows. Not the awkward kind that demands someone fill it, but the peaceful sort that only exists between people who’ve known each other long enough to understand that silence isn’t always something that needs fixing.
You hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed Yoongi.
Your friendship has never been loud or overly affectionate. Neither of you has ever been particularly good at expressing emotions with words, yet somehow you’ve always understood each other anyway. It has always been one of those rare relationships built on trust rather than constant reassurance. Quiet, subtle, almost invisible to outsiders, but remarkably strong beneath the surface. Some bonds don’t need daily conversations to survive. They simply wait until the right moment to pick up exactly where they left off.
A smile slowly spreads across your face before you lightly rest your head on his shoulder.
“I wish Layla could come with us…” you admit. “And, well… you too, of course.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes dramatically, lifting the glass of water you’d handed him a few minutes earlier. He takes another sip before answering.
“That would be an absolute disaster.”
He pauses, unable to stop a grin from appearing.
“…But a fun one.”
You laugh, already imagining the absolute disaster that would follow if the two of you ever spent several days together with Jungkook and Sophie.
Before you can reply, you hear slow footsteps approaching from the hallway. You barely glance over your shoulder. A moment later, Layla wanders into the living room completely unaware that Yoongi is still there.
Her hair has been twisted into a messy bun that seems to be defying the laws of physics, loose strands sticking out in every possible direction. Covering nearly her entire face is the bright green hydrating face mask the two of you had impulsively bought a few days earlier after convincing yourselves that a skin care night was exactly what you needed.
She looks completely relaxed.
“Babe, how’d it go with-”
She stops mid-sentence. Her eyes slowly travel past you before locking onto Yoongi. For a brief second, she doesn’t move, she doesn’t blink, she simply stares as the realization crashes into her all at once. He’s still here. You completely lose it.
Laughter erupts from your chest before you can even attempt to stop yourself. You double over almost immediately, clutching your stomach as another fit of laughter escapes you. Tears begin gathering in the corners of your eyes, making it nearly impossible to see.
When you finally manage to look up, you glance toward Yoongi. His expression is absolutely priceless. Pure horror. He looks equally confused and concerned, clearly wondering whether he should say something, apologize for overstaying his welcome, or quietly disappear through the nearest window.
“Holy shit!” Layla blurts out, horrified. “I was convinced I’d heard the front door close! I thought he’d already left!”
Your laughter only gets worse. She points toward the bathroom in complete panic.
“I’ll be right back!”
Without waiting for either of you to answer, she spins around and sprints down the hallway before disappearing behind the bathroom door, which closes with a loud click.
Silence settles over the apartment once again.
Yoongi slowly turns his head toward you, still trying to process what just happened.
“I remembered her being… a little eccentric.” he says, fighting back a laugh. “But this?”
He shakes his head. “She’s actually crazy.”
You stand up, still smiling to yourself, and carry his now-empty glass toward the kitchen. He quietly follows behind you, slipping his hands back into the pockets of his pants.
“There’s honestly no better way to describe her.” you admit, setting the glass inside the sink.
“I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.”
Only a minute later, hurried footsteps echo through the apartment again. Layla hurriedly comes running back into the kitchen. She stops abruptly in front of the two of you, breathing just a little too heavily, making it painfully obvious she’d rushed through washing her face and attempting to make herself look presentable.
The green mask is finally gone. Her hair, although still slightly messy, now resembles an actual hairstyle instead of an explosion. She awkwardly clears her throat.
“That was… incredibly embarrassing. I’m so sorry.” She laughs nervously before rubbing the back of her neck. “I actually don’t think I properly introduced myself the night we met at the club. I’m Layla.”
Yoongi smiles warmly before extending his hand.
“Don’t worry about it.” he says with an amused chuckle. “Honestly, it was pretty entertaining.”
He shakes her hand.
“I’m Yoongi.” The awkwardness disappears surprisingly quickly.
Within minutes, Layla is comfortably chatting with him as though they’ve known each other much longer than they actually have. Their personalities bounce off one another effortlessly, with Yoongi’s dry sarcasm meeting Layla’s complete lack of a filter in the most entertaining way possible.
You spend another half hour talking together, jumping from one random topic to another without ever really finishing any of them. For the first time that day, your apartment feels full again. Full of the comforting familiarity you’d been missing.
Eventually, Yoongi glances down at his phone before letting out a quiet sigh.
“I should probably head home.”
You walk him to the front door while Layla follows close behind. After exchanging one last hug and promising to see each other again soon, Yoongi offers you one final smile before stepping out into the hallway. The door quietly closes behind him.
You barely have enough time to turn around before Layla practically throws herself at you.
“I seriously did not remember him being that hot!”
You laugh, gently pushing her away before she can dramatically shake your shoulders.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” she asks innocently, although the grin on her face says otherwise. You simply roll your eyes, choosing not to answer. Mostly because she isn’t wrong.
“Well, he’s all yours if you want.” you say triumphantly, pointing a finger at her. “You’ve officially got my blessing, love.”
She groans dramatically, hiding her face behind her hands.
“I don’t need it! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“No, you didn’t.” you reply with a smug smile. “But you’re getting it anyway.”
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It’s the next day when Sophie finally texts you all the details about the upcoming trip.
Her enthusiasm basically jumps off the screen as she tells you that the destination is Hawaii. She fills the message with far too many exclamation marks, already talking about beaches, sunsets, tropical drinks, and all the places she wants everyone to visit together. Reading her words makes you smile before you even realize it.
Hawaii might seem like a predictable choice, but the thought of sipping coconut milk on a warm beach, just like you’ve seen so many times in the movies, is enough to make your head spin with excitement again.
For the rest of the day, the thought lingers quietly at the back of your mind while you wander around the mall in search of new bikinis. You can’t remember the last time you actually needed one. It’s been years since you spent an entire day at the beach, swimming until your skin wrinkled from the saltwater, drying off under the warmth of the sun with sand stubbornly sticking to your legs.
As strange as it sounds, the idea of finally being able to swim in the ocean again excites you even more than the trip itself. The thought of warm water, endless blue skies, and the feeling of floating without worrying about anything feels almost therapeutic. Maybe it’s exactly what you need after everything that has happened recently.
You slowly browse through countless racks of swimwear, holding different bikinis against yourself in front of the mirrors. Some are bright and colorful, covered in tropical patterns that perfectly match the destination, while others are simple, elegant, and timeless. You find yourself spending far more time choosing than you expected, debating over colors you would normally never consider wearing.
Summer has fully settled in by now. The unpredictable chilly weather from only a few weeks ago has completely disappeared, replaced by heavy heat that seems impossible to escape. Even inside the shopping mall, where the air conditioning is blasting at what feels like the lowest temperature possible, you still catch yourself fanning your face every now and then.
Eventually, you take a break, rewarding yourself with an ice cream and watching people walk past while you sit on one of the benches outside the food court.
That’s when your thoughts inevitably drift somewhere they’ve been returning far too often lately.
The dream.
It comes back with surprising clarity despite several days having passed. Every detail still feels strangely vivid, almost as though it had actually happened instead of existing only inside your head. The emotions attached to it certainly haven’t faded.
You still haven’t seen Jungkook since that evening.
Part of you is relieved by the coincidence, but another part almost wishes you had already run into him just to get the awkwardness over with. Instead, every passing day only gives your imagination more room to make things worse.
The mere thought of facing him makes a nervous shiver travel down your spine.
You’re irrationally convinced that one careless glance, one awkward smile, or even the slightest change in your expression could reveal everything you’ve been trying so hard to keep hidden. As ridiculous as it sounds, you’re certain you’ll feel guilty around him despite the fact that none of it actually happened.
It was only a dream.
At least, that’s what you keep reminding yourself.
Still, your mind stubbornly refuses to let it go.
What unsettles you the most is how effortless everything had felt in that dream. Jungkook had looked at you as if he already knew exactly what was going through your head. There had been no confusion, no hesitation, no possibility of hiding behind excuses. He had confronted you so naturally that, even after waking up, the memory continued to make your heart race.
You wonder if he would ever notice in real life.
Would he recognize the way your eyes always linger on him? Would he pick up on the nervous laughs, the constant overthinking, or the way you always seem to become hyperaware of every little movement whenever he’s nearby?
Or would he remain completely oblivious, treating you exactly the same as always?
The uncertainty is almost worse than knowing the answer.
Without warning, the image from your dream flashes through your mind again. Jungkook pulling you effortlessly onto his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Heat immediately rushes to your cheeks.
The lingering sensation of his lips is impossible to forget. Even now, the memory feels vivid, as though your mind refuses to let it fade. The taste of his kiss had seemed almost divine, so impossibly real that waking up hadn’t been enough to erase it.
Your subconscious mind really outdid itself this time, choosing the one thing it knew would leave you completely flustered.
You can’t help wondering why it felt so real. Why every little detail seemed so convincing, down to the warmth of his touch and the way your heart had pounded against your chest.
It gets you thinking… What would you do if any of it actually happened?
If Jungkook ever looked at you that way in real life, would you find the courage to meet his gaze, or would you panic and look away? Would you let yourself believe it was real, or would you convince yourself you had misunderstood everything?
The more you think about it, the more impossible it seems. And yet, despite knowing it was nothing more than a dream, a small part of you can’t stop imagining what it would feel like if, just once, fantasy and reality blurred together.
You lower your gaze to your melting ice cream, suddenly finding it far more interesting than the people walking around you.
“…Get a grip.” you quietly mumble to yourself with an embarrassed smile, shaking your head as if that alone could force the memory to disappear.
It doesn’t.
If anything, it only makes your blush deepen.
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Dohyun invites you over for dinner, although you know the invitation is nothing more than an excuse Celeste, your brother’s wife, comes up with to finally get you through their front door after weeks of complaining that you never make time to visit anymore.
The second you step inside, she’s already walking toward you with the brightest smile on her face, throwing her arms around you before you even have the chance to say hello.
“Y/n! I’ve missed you so much! You never come by anymore.”
She squeezes you tightly before pulling back just enough to look at you, her bright blue eyes fixed on yours with such dramatic disappointment that you almost have to fight the urge to look away.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy with everything lately that I barely have enough time to sleep.”
The apology comes naturally because it’s the truth. Between the café, Yoongi, and everything else occupying your mind lately, visiting your brother has somehow ended up at the bottom of your priorities, even if you’ve thought about coming more times than you can count.
Celeste sighs drastically, though the warmth never leaves her expression.
“I’ll forgive you this time.”
She links her arm with yours before leading you toward the kitchen, already talking about dinner before you’ve even taken your coat off.
Dohyun is standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon lazily stirring whatever is inside one of the pots, looking far more confident than someone with his complete lack of culinary abilities has any right to look. You can’t help but laugh.
You know your brother well enough to recognize the performance immediately. There isn’t a single chance that anything you’ll be eating tonight has actually been cooked by him. If anything tastes good, it will be entirely because of Celeste. The spoon in his hand is nothing more than a prop, one he’s probably been holding for less than thirty seconds before you walked in.
As soon as he notices you’ve finally arrived, he abandons his imaginary role as chef and walks over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a brief hug before immediately letting go again.
“Just so we’re clear..” he says with the same teasing expression he always wears around you, “she’s the one who insisted you come. Personally, I would’ve been perfectly happy if you’d stayed home.”
You roll your eyes before folding your arms across your chest, unable to stop yourself from smiling anyway.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
He clicks his tongue dramatically, muttering something under his breath that makes Celeste shake her head with an affectionate smile before nudging him out of her way so she can actually finish cooking.
While she adds the last few ingredients to dinner, you move around the kitchen together, setting the table as the conversation flows effortlessly from one subject to another. She asks how work at the café is going, whether your manager is still impossible to deal with, whether the regular customers are behaving themselves, and somehow manages to make you laugh more than once as you complain about the increasingly ridiculous requests people seem to come up with every single day.
The sudden ring of the doorbell startles you, making you flinch. The fork in your hand nearly slips from your grasp before you manage to steady it. Celeste immediately brightens.
“Oh, he’s here!”
You barely have enough time to wonder who she’s talking about before footsteps echo through the hallway.
A second later, Jungkook appears in the kitchen with the same effortless smile that you’ve come to know so well.
“I brought wine!”
Your smile remains on your face purely out of instinct. You weren’t expecting him to be here.
Not even remotely. And suddenly every bit of calm you’d managed to build over the past few minutes disappears without warning, because standing in the same room as him is already difficult enough on a normal day, but standing in the same room as him after that dream feels almost unbearable.
No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself it meant nothing, no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that dreams are just dreams and should stay exactly where they belong, your mind keeps dragging you back to it, making it impossible to separate reality from the embarrassing memories your stupid brain has decided to create. It’s exhausting. More than anything, it’s humiliating.
Jungkook greets everyone one by one exactly as he always does. He wraps Celeste in a warm hug, exchanges a firm handshake with Dohyun before finally making his way toward you.
Your stomach drops the moment you realize he’s leaning down to greet you with a kiss on both cheeks.
Complete panic takes over before you can even react.
“Hello, sweetheart.” The nickname is nothing unusual. He’s called you sweetheart more times than you could ever count, always with the same casual affection, always without attaching any hidden meaning to it whatsoever.
So why does hearing it now suddenly make your entire body tense?
Your thoughts scatter in every possible direction.
You’ve spent years making sure he never notices anything.
You’ve always forced yourself to behave normally around him, making sure that your voice and your actions never betray the slightest hesitation that could reveal what you’ve spent so long trying to bury. You’ve become so good at pretending that sometimes you’ve almost managed to fool yourself.
But that stupid dream has ruined everything.
It has unsettled you in ways you hadn’t thought possible,making something you’ve done hundreds of times suddenly feel impossible.
Trying to return the greeting before the silence becomes awkward, you instinctively turn your head toward him at exactly the wrong moment.
Instead of moving past each other naturally, you both shift in the same direction. For one impossibly long second, your faces end up only a few inches apart.
Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath.
Close enough that your brain completely forgets how to function.
A startled squeak escapes your lips before you quickly stumble backward, almost tripping over your own feet in a desperate attempt to put some distance between the two of you.
“Sorry.”
The apology leaves your mouth automatically- barely louder than a whisper.
Without giving yourself the chance to look at him again, you immediately turn back toward the table, pretending to be completely focused on adjusting the cutlery, straightening glasses that don’t actually need straightening…anything to keep your hands occupied long enough for your racing heartbeat to calm down.
Behind you, you hear a quiet chuckle. Not mocking, just amused by the awkwardness of the moment.
Jungkook doesn’t comment on what happened. He simply walks back over to Dohyun as if nothing unusual has happened at all, immediately slipping into whatever conversation your brother and his wife were already having.
Their voices continue in the background, blending together until they become nothing more than an indistinct murmur.
You don’t catch a single word. The only sound you’re capable of hearing is the relentless pounding of your own heart echoing inside your ears.
At this point, you’re convinced you’re actually losing your mind. Because this isn’t you. You’ve never been like this around him. And whatever that dream has done to you, you have to shake off the lingering effects of it before anyone catches on. Especially Jungkook.
Because if this keeps happening every time he simply stands a little too close to you, surviving the rest of this dinner is going to be far more difficult than you ever imagined.
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Eventually, everyone settles around the table, the dishes Celeste has prepared are now arranged neatly in the center, filling the room with the comforting smell of home-cooked food. She watches everyone with quiet satisfaction as you begin helping yourselves, insisting that nobody leaves the table hungry before she even thinks about serving herself.
For the first few minutes, the only sounds are the clinking of cutlery against plates and the occasional compliment directed at Celeste, who pretends not to care despite the proud smile that keeps finding its way back onto her face.
“So… Hawaii, huh?”
Dohyun is the first to speak, glancing across the table at Jungkook with an amused smile that immediately tells you he already knows exactly what kind of reaction he’s about to get.
Sure enough, Jungkook’s face lights up almost instantly. His eyes brighten with unmistakable excitement, and although he tries to sound casual, there’s no hiding how much he’s looking forward to it.
“Sophie and I have always wanted to go there.” he explains, resting his forearms against the edge of the table. “We figured it would be the perfect opportunity to finally cross it off our bucket list, especially if we get to spend the time there with the people we love.”
Without saying a word, you reach for the bottle of wine beside your plate and slowly fill your glass, keeping your eyes on the dark liquid as it rises while quietly listening to the conversation around you. You have to admit it’s an incredibly thoughtful idea. Most couples would probably choose to leave on their own, taking advantage of the chance to spend a few peaceful days together before getting caught up in the chaos of the wedding. Instead, they’ve decided to turn it into something everyone can share, inviting the people closest to them to create memories together before one of the biggest days of their lives.
It’s genuinely a very kind gesture.
“The hotel’s incredible!” Jungkook continues with an excited laugh, shaking his head as though he still can’t quite believe they’ve actually booked it. “Seriously, you guys have no idea. We’re going to have so much fun.”
Celeste immediately starts asking questions, wanting to know every little detail she hasn’t already heard. Has he planned any excursions? Have they already decided what you’ll be doing each day? Before long, however, the conversation naturally shifts away from Hawaii altogether and settles on the wedding instead, with Celeste enthusiastically asking about final fittings and all the little details that still need to be taken care of before the ceremony.
You remain mostly quiet, occasionally taking another sip of wine while absentmindedly moving food around your plate, but every time someone mentions the wedding, you feel something inside your chest tighten ever so slightly.
Almost two months. The thought slips into your mind before you can stop it.
Almost two months, and everything will finally become real. Once Jungkook is married, there won’t be any room left for impossible fantasies or foolish hopes you’ve never allowed yourself to voice. Whatever feelings you’ve carried in silence for all these years will have nowhere left to go except the furthest corners of your mind, where you’ll force them to stay until they eventually become nothing more than distant memories.
The wedding will be the point of no return.
As painful as that thought is, maybe it’s exactly what you need. Maybe accepting reality completely will finally allow you to leave all of this behind.
“Sweetheart, what about you? What’s new?”
The sound of Jungkook’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts so suddenly that you almost flinch.
When you look up, you find him watching you with genuine curiosity, his attention entirely focused on you now while everyone else waits for your answer.
Almost instinctively, you shift in your chair.
The appetite you had only moments ago disappears without warning.
“Yeah… uh-” You clear your throat, forcing yourself to smile. “I’m doing okay. Just working, as usual.”
You hide behind an easy answer. Simple enough that nobody has any reason to question it. The truth, however, is that work hasn’t been the only thing occupying your thoughts lately.
For quite some time now, you’ve been seriously considering going back to college, although this time you would choose a completely different path from the one you walked away from years ago.
Whenever your mind drifts back to Law school, you don’t remember the lectures or the exams first. What comes back instead is the overwhelming exhaustion that slowly swallowed every part of your life, until finding the strength to get out of bed every morning felt like climbing a mountain. You remember forcing yourself to sit through classes that left you feeling emptier every single day, convincing yourself that if you just kept pushing a little longer, eventually things would get better. They never did.
Little by little, you stopped recognizing yourself.
Walking away had felt like admitting failure.
For months afterward, you carried that guilt everywhere, convinced you had given up because you simply weren’t capable of finishing what you’d started. Only much later did you understand that leaving had probably been the healthiest decision you’d made in years.
Your therapist helped you see that.
Week after week, she gave you the space to untangle thoughts you hadn’t even realized were weighing you down, helping you rebuild yourself piece by piece until life slowly stopped feeling like something you merely had to endure. She didn’t just help you recover, she helped you remember that you were allowed to choose a future that actually made you happy.
Somewhere during that process, a new possibility quietly began taking shape.
You found yourself wondering what it would be like to become the kind of person who could offer someone else the same support you had once needed so desperately. The idea of studying psychology had never crossed your mind before, yet the more you thought about it, the more it felt like something that genuinely belonged to you instead of something you were trying to convince yourself to love.
Nothing has been decided yet. For now, it’s simply an idea you’ve been carefully protecting.
Saying it out loud somehow makes it feel fragile, as though sharing it before you’re absolutely certain might make it disappear altogether.
So you keep it to yourself. When the time feels right, everyone will know.
Until then, work is a much easier answer.
“That’s very good.” Jungkook says with an encouraging smile, completely unaware that behind those few ordinary words lies a future you’re still too afraid to speak into existence.
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The rest of the evening passes almost effortlessly, the conversation flowing from one topic to another without anyone ever having to force it. Laughter fills the room so often that, after a while, it becomes part of the background, blending with the sound of glasses being refilled.
You find yourself laughing too.
Watching Dohyun and Jungkook together has always been strangely comforting. Every now and then, you forget just how deeply they care for each other until you see them sharing stories only the two of them could possibly understand, interrupting one another to argue over details that happened years ago before inevitably bursting into laughter halfway through the disagreement.
Their friendship has never needed to be explained.
It’s visible in the way they look at each other whenever one of them starts telling an old story, already knowing exactly how it’s going to end. It’s there in the effortless teasing, in the familiarity that only comes from growing up side by side, from making mistakes together, from witnessing every version of the other person without ever choosing to leave.
They begin reminiscing about college, laughing over disastrous group projects, impossible exams, nights spent surviving on instant noodles and energy drinks because neither of them had enough money-or enough common sense- to take proper care of themselves. Celeste rolls her eyes every few minutes, clearly having heard these stories countless times before, yet she still smiles as though she’s listening for the first time.
You quietly watch them while tracing the rim of your wine glass with your fingertips.
The thought slips into your mind before you can stop it- if Dohyun and Jungkook had never become friends, your life would have looked completely different.
You probably never would’ve met him. Maybe your heart would’ve belonged to someone else by now, you would’ve fallen in love with someone capable of loving you back.
Maybe you would’ve spared yourself years of silently carrying feelings that were never yours to confess.
Life would’ve been easier, and the thought should comfort you. Instead, all it leaves behind is an emptiness you don’t quite know how to explain.
Because imagining a life where Jungkook doesn’t exist somehow hurts even more than imagining one where he never becomes yours.
By the time dinner is over, it’s much later than anyone had realized. Plates have long been emptied, glasses abandoned wherever the conversation happened to carry them, and the evening slowly begins coming to an end.
After helping clear the table despite Celeste’s insistence that she’ll take care of everything tomorrow, you finally make your way toward the front door, stepping outside.
You and Jungkook say your goodbyes almost at the same time, thanking Celeste for dinner while Dohyun reminds you (for what feels like the hundredth time) that you should visit more often.
You promise you will. Whether you actually manage to keep that promise is another matter entirely.
The two of you start walking side by side toward your cars at an unhurried pace, the quiet residential street almost completely empty at this hour. The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable. It rarely ever is. Which is exactly why his voice catches you completely off guard.
“So… I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
You glance at him, curious.
“Why don’t you want me to know who the guy you like is?” For a split second, you genuinely forget how to breathe. Your body almost comes to a complete stop before you force your feet to keep moving.
This is a nightmare. You need to get away from this conversation before it goes any further.
Lately, he’s been asking too many questions.
Questions that seem harmless to him but feel dangerously close to the truth every single time they leave his mouth.
The fear you’ve been trying so hard to ignore suddenly settles heavily inside your chest.
What if he’s starting to suspect something?
What if you’ve already slipped up without realizing it?
What if all those little moments you thought you’d hidden so carefully haven’t been nearly as invisible as you convinced yourself they were?
“Well…”
The word hangs awkwardly in the air while your mind desperately searches for something, anything, that sounds believable. Nothing comes.
The longer you stay silent, the worse it becomes.
Every passing second feels like another opportunity for him to look a little closer.
Another chance for him to see straight through you.
“I’m… embarrassed.” you admit quietly, forcing the words out before your silence says too much. “I don’t want you to pity me.”
He stops walking altogether. Before you even have time to react, his hands gently settle on your shoulders, turning you toward him until you’re left with no choice but to meet his eyes.
“You know I’d never do that.”
His voice is calm. Reassuring.
“You can trust me.”
For a moment, you simply stare at him.
The streetlights are too far away to do much, leaving the stars above to cast the softest light across his face. His eyes seem impossibly bright beneath the night sky, warm and open in that way that’s always made it so easy to believe every word he says.
He’s breathtaking.
Kindness has somehow found a permanent home inside him, because every expression he makes is genuine.
The longer you look at him, the more impossible it becomes to imagine a version of your life where you never fell in love with him.
You know there never was one.
The outcome had been decided long before you ever realized what was happening.
“I know that, Kook…” you whisper, forcing a small smile onto your lips. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”
He studies your face for another second before finally letting his hands fall back to his sides.
“Alright, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t insist. He never does. The two of you start walking again, and this time silence settles between you for good. You knew this would happen. You should’ve never opened up to him in the first place.
The day he asked whether there was someone you liked, you should’ve laughed, denied everything and taken that lie with you to your grave if necessary. Instead, you’d let yourself feel safe. That has always been the problem.
Jungkook has never made you feel out of place. Never made you feel foolish. With him, words seem to come easier than they should. Before you even realize it, you’ve already confessed things you swore you’d keep to yourself forever.
You reach his car before either of you says another word. A warm breeze brushes past, gently lifting strands of your hair before carrying them across your face. He unlocks the car but doesn’t immediately reach for the door.
Instead, he turns back toward you.
“You know I’ll always be there for you, Y/n.” His voice is quiet, almost swallowed by the night around you. “You don’t have to be scared. Not with me. I’d never judge you. There isn’t anything you could tell me that would ever make me think less of you.”
Your chest tightens so suddenly it almost hurts.
That’s who Jungkook has always been.
No matter how difficult life becomes, he somehow always knows exactly what to say to make the people he loves feel safe. He has spent years reassuring you without ever realizing how much those words mean, constantly reminding you that you can lean on him whenever things become too heavy to carry alone. He’s always been there. Every single time.
It doesn’t matter how much pain loving him has caused you over the years- you’d go through it all over again if you knew Jungkook would still be by your side.
You keep telling yourself that everything will get better once the wedding is over. You repeat it so often that it should feel true by now. Somewhere deep in your heart though, you know it won’t.
Instead, you feel as though your entire life has begun revolving around a date that doesn’t even belong to you, as though you’re counting down to a moment that will change everything while having absolutely no place in it.
It’s like you’re standing on the outside of someone else’s story, watching it unfold exactly the way it’s supposed to while desperately wishing your own heart would stop acting as though it has any right to break.
You look at him and, despite yourself, a small smile finds its way onto your face.
His expression remains neutral for a second, almost curious, before he unconsciously mirrors you, the corners of his lips lifting into one of those wide, teeth-showing smiles.
Your heart shatters quietly. This is the smile Sophie gets to come home to every evening after work. This is the smile waiting for her at the end of an ordinary day, the smile that belongs to her life, her future.
Is this the same smile he’ll have on his face when he’s standing at the altar, waiting for her to walk toward him?
Will this same expression light up his face the first time he holds one of their future children?
The images appear so vividly inside your mind that they almost feel real. For years, you’ve waited for a miracle that was never coming.
You’ve spent countless nights lying awake, whispering desperate prayers into the darkness, begging anyone who might be listening to let things somehow work out differently, to let the impossible happen just once, to let him choose you. Nothing ever answered.
Your lips begin trembling before you even realize it. The warmth behind your eyes builds so quickly that it catches you completely off guard.
You try to stop it before it fully settles in, but it’s already there. you blink once, then twice, hoping it will clear, but it doesn’t work. It lingers anyway, impossible to push away, rising quietly no matter how hard you try to hold it back.
A single tear escapes despite your efforts, slipping silently down your cheek before falling onto the pavement between your feet.
“Sweetheart…”
His voice is barely above a whisper, and you can’t look at him. If you meet his eyes now, you’re terrified he’ll finally see it. Not the tears, but the love behind them. The years you’ve spent hiding every glance, every heartbeat, every impossible feeling.
You lower your head, desperately willing yourself to stop crying, but before you can say anything, you suddenly feel his arms wrap carefully around you. The embrace is gentle. Uncertain at first, as though he’s trying to comfort you without overwhelming you. His familiar scent surrounds you almost instantly, leaving no room for anything else. Without thinking, you cling to him firmly, burying your face against his chest until you’re no longer sure whether the tightness in your lungs comes from crying or simply from being so impossibly close to the one person you’ve spent years trying not to love. You don’t know what finally broke inside you.
You don’t know why tonight, of all nights, your emotions refuse to stay where you’ve always managed to keep them. All you know is that no place in the world has ever felt as safe as his arms. You could stay there forever if life were kinder.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” he murmurs softly above your head, his hand gently rubbing slow circles against your back. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you immediately reply. The words come out in a breath that feels thinner than you expect, almost unstable. Admitting it out loud somehow makes everything inside you a little harder to hold together.
Jungkook eases out of the hug just enough to look at you properly, not creating distance, just shifting so he can see your face better. His hands stay on you for a moment longer before rising with quiet care, fingers gently cupping your face in a way that feels so casual it almost makes your chest ache.
He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t fill the silence immediately, just studies you for a second, his gaze soft but focused, as if he’s trying to gather all the pieces of you that are falling apart together.
Then, with a patience that never seems to run out when it comes to you, he wipes away what’s left of your tears, his thumb brushing carefully beneath your eye, slow enough to feel unfair.
“Please don’t say that.” he murmurs, voice low and steady, completely unbothered by the tension you can’t seem to shake off, “nothing’s wrong with you, love. I promise things will get better.”
Love.
It lands in your chest in a way you don’t know how to explain, not because it’s new, but because he says it like it belongs there without question.
You want to believe him. You really do. But you know your own reality too well for that kind of comfort to fully reach you.
Still, you nod faintly, not because you agree, but because you don’t trust your voice to hold up if you try to argue with him.
After a moment, his hands slowly fall away, though the reluctance is clear in the way he does it. The absence of his touch hits you more sharply than you expect, leaving behind a quiet emptiness that settles under your skin without asking permission. The air suddenly feels colder, or maybe it’s just the sudden return of awareness.
You take a small step back, quickly wiping at your face as if you can erase the evidence of the moment before it settles too deeply between you.
There’s a pause. Not awkward exactly, just still.
Jungkook exhales softly, glancing toward your car before looking back at you.
“Text me when you get home.” he says, quieter now, the tone shifting back into something familiar.
You manage a small nod. “I will.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips, gentle and unforced, and he lifts a hand in a small wave that feels simple but strangely personal. “Drive safely.” he adds.
“You too.” you reply, voice steadier than before, though it still doesn’t feel entirely like it belongs to you. You both linger for a second longer than necessary, neither of you moving immediately, as if there’s an unspoken agreement. But eventually the silence settles into something final enough that it dissolves on its own. You turn first toward your car. He does the same a moment later.
No dramatic goodbye, no lingering hesitation that changes anything, just two people returning to their separate directions.
You get in. He gets in.
And when the engine finally starts, the night feels suddenly wider, like the space between you has expanded in a way you can’t quite measure but immediately feel. You don’t look back again.
And as you drive away, with the silence pressing against every corner of the car, a single thought settles in your mind with uncomfortable clarity: in a situation like yours, things hardly ever get better.
They just learn how to hurt in quieter ways.
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author’s note:
They’re going to Hawaii! As I wrote in the chapter- predictable but sooo good :P
Also!!!!! I recall someone telling me how they could see y/n studying psychology and I was like “yeah i mean that could happen but who knows”… brooo I couldn’t spoil it for anybody but I was left speechless😭
Anyway I truly hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, as always please let me know what you think of it!💘
˙⋆✮ They say having feelings for your brother's best friend is never a good idea...
But loving Jungkook feels like the easiest thing in the world.
He's been by your side for as long as you can remember, so it's only natural for you to feel devastated when your brother, Dohyun, tells you that Jungkook is about to get married.
For the first time ever, loving him doesn't feel easy at all.
paining: brother's best friend!jungkook × f!reader
cw: age gap (jk is 32, reader is 22 ops), tension, reader is WHIPPED, pining, initial unrequited love (my fav), eventual smut (!!adding new warnings when needed!!)
>>english is not my first language
chapter 7 | masterlist
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You decide to meet Yoongi after he finally realizes that calling you would be far more effective than flooding your phone with endless apologetic text messages. Hearing his voice on the other end of the line feels strangely unfamiliar after everything that happened, yet there is something undeniably sincere in the hesitation that lingers between his words. After a brief conversation, you reluctantly agree to see him, deciding it would be safer for him to come to your apartment rather than meeting somewhere outside. The thought of accidentally running into Sophie again immediately twists your stomach into knots, and the possibility of crossing paths with Jungkook is even worse. You don’t think you could handle another confrontation.
The entire afternoon passes at an agonizingly slow pace. You keep finding yourself glancing at the clock, wondering whether agreeing to this had been a mistake. Part of you wants to hear what Yoongi has to say, but another part still remembers every single word he threw at you that day. Words spoken in anger may disappear into thin air, but they have a cruel habit of lingering inside the person they were directed at.
When the doorbell finally rings, the sudden sound echoes through the apartment much louder than it normally would, startling you from your thoughts.
Layla immediately jumps off the couch, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She flashes you a dramatic thumbs-up before quietly disappearing into her bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind her as though she knows the conversation you’re about to have isn’t meant for anyone else’s ears.
You shake your head in disbelief, unable to suppress the small laugh escaping your lips. Even in tense situations, Layla somehow always manages to lighten the atmosphere, if only for a brief second.
Taking a slow breath, you make your way to the entrance and open the door.
Yoongi stands there with his hands tucked awkwardly inside the pockets of his pants. He looks exhausted, the faint shadows beneath his eyes suggesting he hasn’t been sleeping much either. His usually composed expression has softened into something much more vulnerable, almost uncertain.
“Hello” he says quietly.
“Hi” you answer, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in.”
He nods with a faint murmur of gratitude before slipping off his shoes and following you into the living room.
Neither of you knows how to begin.
You both sit down on the couch, leaving a polite distance between yourselves. Your hands rest awkwardly against your thighs while Yoongi leans forward slightly, his fingers nervously intertwined. The silence stretching between you isn’t hostile, but it certainly isn’t comfortable either. It carries the weight of everything that has been left unsaid, every misunderstanding and every regret that neither of you has fully processed.
Yoongi is the first to break it.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know you probably don’t want to hear me out, and I honestly appreciate that you agreed to see me.”
You press your lips together, fighting the urge to smile despite yourself. Watching him avoid your gaze feels oddly endearing. In moments like this, it’s almost impossible to remember that he’s several years older than you. He suddenly seems far less intimidating than usual, almost like a little kid who’s just been scolded by their mother.
You know exactly who Yoongi is.
You know he is a good person. He’s been there for you more times than you can count, offering quiet support without ever asking for anything in return. He’s easily become one of the people you trusted the most, which is precisely why his words hurt so deeply. Betrayal stings the most when it comes from someone whose opinion genuinely matters.
You don’t interrupt him.
Instead, you simply nod, silently encouraging him to continue. You can tell from the way his shoulders remain tense that he hasn’t said everything weighing on his heart.
“I never wanted to hurt you Y/n…” he says after taking a deep breath. “I need you to know that I care about you. I really do. You’re my friend, and I value you more than I’ve probably ever said out loud. Seeing Sophie again… it hit me a lot harder than I expected. I know that’s not an excuse, and I’m not asking you to pretend it is. I just… I completely lost control. I let my emotions get the best of me, and you ended up paying the price for something that had nothing to do with you.”
This time he finally forces himself to meet your eyes. The hope you find in them almost catches you off guard. He’s waiting for some kind of reaction, even if it’s anger.
When none comes, his expression gradually falls. His shoulders sag almost imperceptibly as doubt slowly replaces hope. He shifts uncomfortably where he’s sitting, interpreting your silence as confirmation that perhaps he’s already ruined everything beyond repair.
“…Alright.” he whispers.
The word barely reaches your ears.
He slowly stands, giving you a small nod as though accepting a punishment he believes he deserves. Without another word, he turns toward the door, convinced that there’s nothing left to say.
“You were an asshole, Yoongi.”
Your voice stops him instantly.
His entire body stiffens before he slowly turns around. His head hangs lower than before, and he can’t quite bring himself to fully meet your gaze anymore.
“I would’ve never said those things to you.”
For a long moment, he simply stands there.
“I know.” he admits quietly.
There isn’t a trace of defensiveness in his voice, only regret.
You let out a slow sigh, mindlessly tracing invisible circles against the fabric of your shorts with your fingertips. Forgiveness has never been easy for you. Not because you enjoy holding grudges, but because trust always feels fragile once it’s been cracked.
“But…” you continue after another long pause, “…I understand why it happened.”
The words surprise even you.
“It’s also my fault for keeping everything a secret. I convinced myself I was protecting everyone, but all I really did was create misunderstandings. I should’ve known that hiding something this important would eventually come back to haunt me. I was selfish.”
Yoongi immediately shakes his head before you’ve even finished speaking. He walks back toward the couch and sits down again, this time leaving much less distance between you than before.
“No.” he says firmly. “Don’t do that.”
His voice is steadier now.
“You don’t get to blame yourself for the way I treated you. I should’ve trusted you enough to tell you the truth from the beginning instead of keeping everything to myself. None of this is on you.”
You stare at him for several seconds. For the first time in what feels like forever, the tightness in your chest begins to loosen.
You hadn’t realized just how heavily this entire situation had been weighing on you until now. Carrying guilt alongside disappointment had become exhausting, and hearing him refuse to let you shoulder all the blame feels like finally setting down a burden you hadn’t even noticed you were carrying.
A small smile slowly finds its way onto your face.
It’s hesitant at first, but genuine. Without thinking too much about it, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him.
Yoongi freezes for only a brief second before hugging you back just as tightly. The embrace feels familiar.
“I forgive you.” you mumble against his shoulder. After a brief pause, a teasing grin appears on your face. “Just this once, asshole.”
His laughter fills the room, warm and relieved, the sound carrying away the last remnants of tension that had lingered between you all afternoon.
As he hugs you a little tighter, you realize that forgiveness doesn’t erase the pain someone caused. It simply means deciding that the relationship is worth giving another chance, despite the scars left behind. And sometimes, that decision is far more difficult, and far more meaningful, than holding onto resentment ever could.
Eventually, the conversation begins to drift away from everything that had happened between the two of you and settles into something much lighter. It feels refreshing, almost nostalgic, to talk without constantly weighing every word before saying it. You’re simply catching up. You fill Yoongi in on everything he’s missed over the past days.
You tell him about your new apartment and how, despite all the chaos that came with moving, it’s slowly starting to feel like home. You describe the little things you’ve grown unexpectedly attached to: the large windows that let the afternoon sunlight flood the living room, the tiny balcony where you and Layla occasionally sit late at night, and the peaceful silence that settles over the apartment after long, exhausting days.
From there, the conversation naturally shifts to the upcoming trip with everyone else.
The excitement you once felt has been replaced by a strange mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Between unresolved feelings, complicated friendships, and everything that’s happened recently, the vacation feels like it has the potential to either fix everything that’s going on inside your head or make it infinitely worse.
Yoongi listens carefully before letting out a quiet sigh.
“I honestly wouldn’t want to be in your position.”
You let out a small laugh.
“I don’t blame you.”
A comfortable silence follows. Not the awkward kind that demands someone fill it, but the peaceful sort that only exists between people who’ve known each other long enough to understand that silence isn’t always something that needs fixing.
You hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed Yoongi.
Your friendship has never been loud or overly affectionate. Neither of you has ever been particularly good at expressing emotions with words, yet somehow you’ve always understood each other anyway. It has always been one of those rare relationships built on trust rather than constant reassurance. Quiet, subtle, almost invisible to outsiders, but remarkably strong beneath the surface. Some bonds don’t need daily conversations to survive. They simply wait until the right moment to pick up exactly where they left off.
A smile slowly spreads across your face before you lightly rest your head on his shoulder.
“I wish Layla could come with us…” you admit. “And, well… you too, of course.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes dramatically, lifting the glass of water you’d handed him a few minutes earlier. He takes another sip before answering.
“That would be an absolute disaster.”
He pauses, unable to stop a grin from appearing.
“…But a fun one.”
You laugh, already imagining the absolute disaster that would follow if the two of you ever spent several days together with Jungkook and Sophie.
Before you can reply, you hear slow footsteps approaching from the hallway. You barely glance over your shoulder. A moment later, Layla wanders into the living room completely unaware that Yoongi is still there.
Her hair has been twisted into a messy bun that seems to be defying the laws of physics, loose strands sticking out in every possible direction. Covering nearly her entire face is the bright green hydrating face mask the two of you had impulsively bought a few days earlier after convincing yourselves that a skin care night was exactly what you needed.
She looks completely relaxed.
“Babe, how’d it go with-”
She stops mid-sentence. Her eyes slowly travel past you before locking onto Yoongi. For a brief second, she doesn’t move, she doesn’t blink, she simply stares as the realization crashes into her all at once. He’s still here. You completely lose it.
Laughter erupts from your chest before you can even attempt to stop yourself. You double over almost immediately, clutching your stomach as another fit of laughter escapes you. Tears begin gathering in the corners of your eyes, making it nearly impossible to see.
When you finally manage to look up, you glance toward Yoongi. His expression is absolutely priceless. Pure horror. He looks equally confused and concerned, clearly wondering whether he should say something, apologize for overstaying his welcome, or quietly disappear through the nearest window.
“Holy shit!” Layla blurts out, horrified. “I was convinced I’d heard the front door close! I thought he’d already left!”
Your laughter only gets worse. She points toward the bathroom in complete panic.
“I’ll be right back!”
Without waiting for either of you to answer, she spins around and sprints down the hallway before disappearing behind the bathroom door, which closes with a loud click.
Silence settles over the apartment once again.
Yoongi slowly turns his head toward you, still trying to process what just happened.
“I remembered her being… a little eccentric.” he says, fighting back a laugh. “But this?”
He shakes his head. “She’s actually crazy.”
You stand up, still smiling to yourself, and carry his now-empty glass toward the kitchen. He quietly follows behind you, slipping his hands back into the pockets of his pants.
“There’s honestly no better way to describe her.” you admit, setting the glass inside the sink.
“I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.”
Only a minute later, hurried footsteps echo through the apartment again. Layla hurriedly comes running back into the kitchen. She stops abruptly in front of the two of you, breathing just a little too heavily, making it painfully obvious she’d rushed through washing her face and attempting to make herself look presentable.
The green mask is finally gone. Her hair, although still slightly messy, now resembles an actual hairstyle instead of an explosion. She awkwardly clears her throat.
“That was… incredibly embarrassing. I’m so sorry.” She laughs nervously before rubbing the back of her neck. “I actually don’t think I properly introduced myself the night we met at the club. I’m Layla.”
Yoongi smiles warmly before extending his hand.
“Don’t worry about it.” he says with an amused chuckle. “Honestly, it was pretty entertaining.”
He shakes her hand.
“I’m Yoongi.” The awkwardness disappears surprisingly quickly.
Within minutes, Layla is comfortably chatting with him as though they’ve known each other much longer than they actually have. Their personalities bounce off one another effortlessly, with Yoongi’s dry sarcasm meeting Layla’s complete lack of a filter in the most entertaining way possible.
You spend another half hour talking together, jumping from one random topic to another without ever really finishing any of them. For the first time that day, your apartment feels full again. Full of the comforting familiarity you’d been missing.
Eventually, Yoongi glances down at his phone before letting out a quiet sigh.
“I should probably head home.”
You walk him to the front door while Layla follows close behind. After exchanging one last hug and promising to see each other again soon, Yoongi offers you one final smile before stepping out into the hallway. The door quietly closes behind him.
You barely have enough time to turn around before Layla practically throws herself at you.
“I seriously did not remember him being that hot!”
You laugh, gently pushing her away before she can dramatically shake your shoulders.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” she asks innocently, although the grin on her face says otherwise. You simply roll your eyes, choosing not to answer. Mostly because she isn’t wrong.
“Well, he’s all yours if you want.” you say triumphantly, pointing a finger at her. “You’ve officially got my blessing, love.”
She groans dramatically, hiding her face behind her hands.
“I don’t need it! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“No, you didn’t.” you reply with a smug smile. “But you’re getting it anyway.”
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It’s the next day when Sophie finally texts you all the details about the upcoming trip.
Her enthusiasm basically jumps off the screen as she tells you that the destination is Hawaii. She fills the message with far too many exclamation marks, already talking about beaches, sunsets, tropical drinks, and all the places she wants everyone to visit together. Reading her words makes you smile before you even realize it.
Hawaii might seem like a predictable choice, but the thought of sipping coconut milk on a warm beach, just like you’ve seen so many times in the movies, is enough to make your head spin with excitement again.
For the rest of the day, the thought lingers quietly at the back of your mind while you wander around the mall in search of new bikinis. You can’t remember the last time you actually needed one. It’s been years since you spent an entire day at the beach, swimming until your skin wrinkled from the saltwater, drying off under the warmth of the sun with sand stubbornly sticking to your legs.
As strange as it sounds, the idea of finally being able to swim in the ocean again excites you even more than the trip itself. The thought of warm water, endless blue skies, and the feeling of floating without worrying about anything feels almost therapeutic. Maybe it’s exactly what you need after everything that has happened recently.
You slowly browse through countless racks of swimwear, holding different bikinis against yourself in front of the mirrors. Some are bright and colorful, covered in tropical patterns that perfectly match the destination, while others are simple, elegant, and timeless. You find yourself spending far more time choosing than you expected, debating over colors you would normally never consider wearing.
Summer has fully settled in by now. The unpredictable chilly weather from only a few weeks ago has completely disappeared, replaced by heavy heat that seems impossible to escape. Even inside the shopping mall, where the air conditioning is blasting at what feels like the lowest temperature possible, you still catch yourself fanning your face every now and then.
Eventually, you take a break, rewarding yourself with an ice cream and watching people walk past while you sit on one of the benches outside the food court.
That’s when your thoughts inevitably drift somewhere they’ve been returning far too often lately.
The dream.
It comes back with surprising clarity despite several days having passed. Every detail still feels strangely vivid, almost as though it had actually happened instead of existing only inside your head. The emotions attached to it certainly haven’t faded.
You still haven’t seen Jungkook since that evening.
Part of you is relieved by the coincidence, but another part almost wishes you had already run into him just to get the awkwardness over with. Instead, every passing day only gives your imagination more room to make things worse.
The mere thought of facing him makes a nervous shiver travel down your spine.
You’re irrationally convinced that one careless glance, one awkward smile, or even the slightest change in your expression could reveal everything you’ve been trying so hard to keep hidden. As ridiculous as it sounds, you’re certain you’ll feel guilty around him despite the fact that none of it actually happened.
It was only a dream.
At least, that’s what you keep reminding yourself.
Still, your mind stubbornly refuses to let it go.
What unsettles you the most is how effortless everything had felt in that dream. Jungkook had looked at you as if he already knew exactly what was going through your head. There had been no confusion, no hesitation, no possibility of hiding behind excuses. He had confronted you so naturally that, even after waking up, the memory continued to make your heart race.
You wonder if he would ever notice in real life.
Would he recognize the way your eyes always linger on him? Would he pick up on the nervous laughs, the constant overthinking, or the way you always seem to become hyperaware of every little movement whenever he’s nearby?
Or would he remain completely oblivious, treating you exactly the same as always?
The uncertainty is almost worse than knowing the answer.
Without warning, the image from your dream flashes through your mind again. Jungkook pulling you effortlessly onto his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Heat immediately rushes to your cheeks.
The lingering sensation of his lips is impossible to forget. Even now, the memory feels vivid, as though your mind refuses to let it fade. The taste of his kiss had seemed almost divine, so impossibly real that waking up hadn’t been enough to erase it.
Your subconscious mind really outdid itself this time, choosing the one thing it knew would leave you completely flustered.
You can’t help wondering why it felt so real. Why every little detail seemed so convincing, down to the warmth of his touch and the way your heart had pounded against your chest.
It gets you thinking… What would you do if any of it actually happened?
If Jungkook ever looked at you that way in real life, would you find the courage to meet his gaze, or would you panic and look away? Would you let yourself believe it was real, or would you convince yourself you had misunderstood everything?
The more you think about it, the more impossible it seems. And yet, despite knowing it was nothing more than a dream, a small part of you can’t stop imagining what it would feel like if, just once, fantasy and reality blurred together.
You lower your gaze to your melting ice cream, suddenly finding it far more interesting than the people walking around you.
“…Get a grip.” you quietly mumble to yourself with an embarrassed smile, shaking your head as if that alone could force the memory to disappear.
It doesn’t.
If anything, it only makes your blush deepen.
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Dohyun invites you over for dinner, although you know the invitation is nothing more than an excuse Celeste, your brother’s wife, comes up with to finally get you through their front door after weeks of complaining that you never make time to visit anymore.
The second you step inside, she’s already walking toward you with the brightest smile on her face, throwing her arms around you before you even have the chance to say hello.
“Y/n! I’ve missed you so much! You never come by anymore.”
She squeezes you tightly before pulling back just enough to look at you, her bright blue eyes fixed on yours with such dramatic disappointment that you almost have to fight the urge to look away.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy with everything lately that I barely have enough time to sleep.”
The apology comes naturally because it’s the truth. Between the café, Yoongi, and everything else occupying your mind lately, visiting your brother has somehow ended up at the bottom of your priorities, even if you’ve thought about coming more times than you can count.
Celeste sighs drastically, though the warmth never leaves her expression.
“I’ll forgive you this time.”
She links her arm with yours before leading you toward the kitchen, already talking about dinner before you’ve even taken your coat off.
Dohyun is standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon lazily stirring whatever is inside one of the pots, looking far more confident than someone with his complete lack of culinary abilities has any right to look. You can’t help but laugh.
You know your brother well enough to recognize the performance immediately. There isn’t a single chance that anything you’ll be eating tonight has actually been cooked by him. If anything tastes good, it will be entirely because of Celeste. The spoon in his hand is nothing more than a prop, one he’s probably been holding for less than thirty seconds before you walked in.
As soon as he notices you’ve finally arrived, he abandons his imaginary role as chef and walks over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a brief hug before immediately letting go again.
“Just so we’re clear..” he says with the same teasing expression he always wears around you, “she’s the one who insisted you come. Personally, I would’ve been perfectly happy if you’d stayed home.”
You roll your eyes before folding your arms across your chest, unable to stop yourself from smiling anyway.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
He clicks his tongue dramatically, muttering something under his breath that makes Celeste shake her head with an affectionate smile before nudging him out of her way so she can actually finish cooking.
While she adds the last few ingredients to dinner, you move around the kitchen together, setting the table as the conversation flows effortlessly from one subject to another. She asks how work at the café is going, whether your manager is still impossible to deal with, whether the regular customers are behaving themselves, and somehow manages to make you laugh more than once as you complain about the increasingly ridiculous requests people seem to come up with every single day.
The sudden ring of the doorbell startles you, making you flinch. The fork in your hand nearly slips from your grasp before you manage to steady it. Celeste immediately brightens.
“Oh, he’s here!”
You barely have enough time to wonder who she’s talking about before footsteps echo through the hallway.
A second later, Jungkook appears in the kitchen with the same effortless smile that you’ve come to know so well.
“I brought wine!”
Your smile remains on your face purely out of instinct. You weren’t expecting him to be here.
Not even remotely. And suddenly every bit of calm you’d managed to build over the past few minutes disappears without warning, because standing in the same room as him is already difficult enough on a normal day, but standing in the same room as him after that dream feels almost unbearable.
No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince yourself it meant nothing, no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that dreams are just dreams and should stay exactly where they belong, your mind keeps dragging you back to it, making it impossible to separate reality from the embarrassing memories your stupid brain has decided to create. It’s exhausting. More than anything, it’s humiliating.
Jungkook greets everyone one by one exactly as he always does. He wraps Celeste in a warm hug, exchanges a firm handshake with Dohyun before finally making his way toward you.
Your stomach drops the moment you realize he’s leaning down to greet you with a kiss on both cheeks.
Complete panic takes over before you can even react.
“Hello, sweetheart.” The nickname is nothing unusual. He’s called you sweetheart more times than you could ever count, always with the same casual affection, always without attaching any hidden meaning to it whatsoever.
So why does hearing it now suddenly make your entire body tense?
Your thoughts scatter in every possible direction.
You’ve spent years making sure he never notices anything.
You’ve always forced yourself to behave normally around him, making sure that your voice and your actions never betray the slightest hesitation that could reveal what you’ve spent so long trying to bury. You’ve become so good at pretending that sometimes you’ve almost managed to fool yourself.
But that stupid dream has ruined everything.
It has unsettled you in ways you hadn’t thought possible,making something you’ve done hundreds of times suddenly feel impossible.
Trying to return the greeting before the silence becomes awkward, you instinctively turn your head toward him at exactly the wrong moment.
Instead of moving past each other naturally, you both shift in the same direction. For one impossibly long second, your faces end up only a few inches apart.
Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath.
Close enough that your brain completely forgets how to function.
A startled squeak escapes your lips before you quickly stumble backward, almost tripping over your own feet in a desperate attempt to put some distance between the two of you.
“Sorry.”
The apology leaves your mouth automatically- barely louder than a whisper.
Without giving yourself the chance to look at him again, you immediately turn back toward the table, pretending to be completely focused on adjusting the cutlery, straightening glasses that don’t actually need straightening…anything to keep your hands occupied long enough for your racing heartbeat to calm down.
Behind you, you hear a quiet chuckle. Not mocking, just amused by the awkwardness of the moment.
Jungkook doesn’t comment on what happened. He simply walks back over to Dohyun as if nothing unusual has happened at all, immediately slipping into whatever conversation your brother and his wife were already having.
Their voices continue in the background, blending together until they become nothing more than an indistinct murmur.
You don’t catch a single word. The only sound you’re capable of hearing is the relentless pounding of your own heart echoing inside your ears.
At this point, you’re convinced you’re actually losing your mind. Because this isn’t you. You’ve never been like this around him. And whatever that dream has done to you, you have to shake off the lingering effects of it before anyone catches on. Especially Jungkook.
Because if this keeps happening every time he simply stands a little too close to you, surviving the rest of this dinner is going to be far more difficult than you ever imagined.
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Eventually, everyone settles around the table, the dishes Celeste has prepared are now arranged neatly in the center, filling the room with the comforting smell of home-cooked food. She watches everyone with quiet satisfaction as you begin helping yourselves, insisting that nobody leaves the table hungry before she even thinks about serving herself.
For the first few minutes, the only sounds are the clinking of cutlery against plates and the occasional compliment directed at Celeste, who pretends not to care despite the proud smile that keeps finding its way back onto her face.
“So… Hawaii, huh?”
Dohyun is the first to speak, glancing across the table at Jungkook with an amused smile that immediately tells you he already knows exactly what kind of reaction he’s about to get.
Sure enough, Jungkook’s face lights up almost instantly. His eyes brighten with unmistakable excitement, and although he tries to sound casual, there’s no hiding how much he’s looking forward to it.
“Sophie and I have always wanted to go there.” he explains, resting his forearms against the edge of the table. “We figured it would be the perfect opportunity to finally cross it off our bucket list, especially if we get to spend the time there with the people we love.”
Without saying a word, you reach for the bottle of wine beside your plate and slowly fill your glass, keeping your eyes on the dark liquid as it rises while quietly listening to the conversation around you. You have to admit it’s an incredibly thoughtful idea. Most couples would probably choose to leave on their own, taking advantage of the chance to spend a few peaceful days together before getting caught up in the chaos of the wedding. Instead, they’ve decided to turn it into something everyone can share, inviting the people closest to them to create memories together before one of the biggest days of their lives.
It’s genuinely a very kind gesture.
“The hotel’s incredible!” Jungkook continues with an excited laugh, shaking his head as though he still can’t quite believe they’ve actually booked it. “Seriously, you guys have no idea. We’re going to have so much fun.”
Celeste immediately starts asking questions, wanting to know every little detail she hasn’t already heard. Has he planned any excursions? Have they already decided what you’ll be doing each day? Before long, however, the conversation naturally shifts away from Hawaii altogether and settles on the wedding instead, with Celeste enthusiastically asking about final fittings and all the little details that still need to be taken care of before the ceremony.
You remain mostly quiet, occasionally taking another sip of wine while absentmindedly moving food around your plate, but every time someone mentions the wedding, you feel something inside your chest tighten ever so slightly.
Almost two months. The thought slips into your mind before you can stop it.
Almost two months, and everything will finally become real. Once Jungkook is married, there won’t be any room left for impossible fantasies or foolish hopes you’ve never allowed yourself to voice. Whatever feelings you’ve carried in silence for all these years will have nowhere left to go except the furthest corners of your mind, where you’ll force them to stay until they eventually become nothing more than distant memories.
The wedding will be the point of no return.
As painful as that thought is, maybe it’s exactly what you need. Maybe accepting reality completely will finally allow you to leave all of this behind.
“Sweetheart, what about you? What’s new?”
The sound of Jungkook’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts so suddenly that you almost flinch.
When you look up, you find him watching you with genuine curiosity, his attention entirely focused on you now while everyone else waits for your answer.
Almost instinctively, you shift in your chair.
The appetite you had only moments ago disappears without warning.
“Yeah… uh-” You clear your throat, forcing yourself to smile. “I’m doing okay. Just working, as usual.”
You hide behind an easy answer. Simple enough that nobody has any reason to question it. The truth, however, is that work hasn’t been the only thing occupying your thoughts lately.
For quite some time now, you’ve been seriously considering going back to college, although this time you would choose a completely different path from the one you walked away from years ago.
Whenever your mind drifts back to Law school, you don’t remember the lectures or the exams first. What comes back instead is the overwhelming exhaustion that slowly swallowed every part of your life, until finding the strength to get out of bed every morning felt like climbing a mountain. You remember forcing yourself to sit through classes that left you feeling emptier every single day, convincing yourself that if you just kept pushing a little longer, eventually things would get better. They never did.
Little by little, you stopped recognizing yourself.
Walking away had felt like admitting failure.
For months afterward, you carried that guilt everywhere, convinced you had given up because you simply weren’t capable of finishing what you’d started. Only much later did you understand that leaving had probably been the healthiest decision you’d made in years.
Your therapist helped you see that.
Week after week, she gave you the space to untangle thoughts you hadn’t even realized were weighing you down, helping you rebuild yourself piece by piece until life slowly stopped feeling like something you merely had to endure. She didn’t just help you recover, she helped you remember that you were allowed to choose a future that actually made you happy.
Somewhere during that process, a new possibility quietly began taking shape.
You found yourself wondering what it would be like to become the kind of person who could offer someone else the same support you had once needed so desperately. The idea of studying psychology had never crossed your mind before, yet the more you thought about it, the more it felt like something that genuinely belonged to you instead of something you were trying to convince yourself to love.
Nothing has been decided yet. For now, it’s simply an idea you’ve been carefully protecting.
Saying it out loud somehow makes it feel fragile, as though sharing it before you’re absolutely certain might make it disappear altogether.
So you keep it to yourself. When the time feels right, everyone will know.
Until then, work is a much easier answer.
“That’s very good.” Jungkook says with an encouraging smile, completely unaware that behind those few ordinary words lies a future you’re still too afraid to speak into existence.
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The rest of the evening passes almost effortlessly, the conversation flowing from one topic to another without anyone ever having to force it. Laughter fills the room so often that, after a while, it becomes part of the background, blending with the sound of glasses being refilled.
You find yourself laughing too.
Watching Dohyun and Jungkook together has always been strangely comforting. Every now and then, you forget just how deeply they care for each other until you see them sharing stories only the two of them could possibly understand, interrupting one another to argue over details that happened years ago before inevitably bursting into laughter halfway through the disagreement.
Their friendship has never needed to be explained.
It’s visible in the way they look at each other whenever one of them starts telling an old story, already knowing exactly how it’s going to end. It’s there in the effortless teasing, in the familiarity that only comes from growing up side by side, from making mistakes together, from witnessing every version of the other person without ever choosing to leave.
They begin reminiscing about college, laughing over disastrous group projects, impossible exams, nights spent surviving on instant noodles and energy drinks because neither of them had enough money-or enough common sense- to take proper care of themselves. Celeste rolls her eyes every few minutes, clearly having heard these stories countless times before, yet she still smiles as though she’s listening for the first time.
You quietly watch them while tracing the rim of your wine glass with your fingertips.
The thought slips into your mind before you can stop it- if Dohyun and Jungkook had never become friends, your life would have looked completely different.
You probably never would’ve met him. Maybe your heart would’ve belonged to someone else by now, you would’ve fallen in love with someone capable of loving you back.
Maybe you would’ve spared yourself years of silently carrying feelings that were never yours to confess.
Life would’ve been easier, and the thought should comfort you. Instead, all it leaves behind is an emptiness you don’t quite know how to explain.
Because imagining a life where Jungkook doesn’t exist somehow hurts even more than imagining one where he never becomes yours.
By the time dinner is over, it’s much later than anyone had realized. Plates have long been emptied, glasses abandoned wherever the conversation happened to carry them, and the evening slowly begins coming to an end.
After helping clear the table despite Celeste’s insistence that she’ll take care of everything tomorrow, you finally make your way toward the front door, stepping outside.
You and Jungkook say your goodbyes almost at the same time, thanking Celeste for dinner while Dohyun reminds you (for what feels like the hundredth time) that you should visit more often.
You promise you will. Whether you actually manage to keep that promise is another matter entirely.
The two of you start walking side by side toward your cars at an unhurried pace, the quiet residential street almost completely empty at this hour. The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable. It rarely ever is. Which is exactly why his voice catches you completely off guard.
“So… I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
You glance at him, curious.
“Why don’t you want me to know who the guy you like is?” For a split second, you genuinely forget how to breathe. Your body almost comes to a complete stop before you force your feet to keep moving.
This is a nightmare. You need to get away from this conversation before it goes any further.
Lately, he’s been asking too many questions.
Questions that seem harmless to him but feel dangerously close to the truth every single time they leave his mouth.
The fear you’ve been trying so hard to ignore suddenly settles heavily inside your chest.
What if he’s starting to suspect something?
What if you’ve already slipped up without realizing it?
What if all those little moments you thought you’d hidden so carefully haven’t been nearly as invisible as you convinced yourself they were?
“Well…”
The word hangs awkwardly in the air while your mind desperately searches for something, anything, that sounds believable. Nothing comes.
The longer you stay silent, the worse it becomes.
Every passing second feels like another opportunity for him to look a little closer.
Another chance for him to see straight through you.
“I’m… embarrassed.” you admit quietly, forcing the words out before your silence says too much. “I don’t want you to pity me.”
He stops walking altogether. Before you even have time to react, his hands gently settle on your shoulders, turning you toward him until you’re left with no choice but to meet his eyes.
“You know I’d never do that.”
His voice is calm. Reassuring.
“You can trust me.”
For a moment, you simply stare at him.
The streetlights are too far away to do much, leaving the stars above to cast the softest light across his face. His eyes seem impossibly bright beneath the night sky, warm and open in that way that’s always made it so easy to believe every word he says.
He’s breathtaking.
Kindness has somehow found a permanent home inside him, because every expression he makes is genuine.
The longer you look at him, the more impossible it becomes to imagine a version of your life where you never fell in love with him.
You know there never was one.
The outcome had been decided long before you ever realized what was happening.
“I know that, Kook…” you whisper, forcing a small smile onto your lips. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”
He studies your face for another second before finally letting his hands fall back to his sides.
“Alright, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t insist. He never does. The two of you start walking again, and this time silence settles between you for good. You knew this would happen. You should’ve never opened up to him in the first place.
The day he asked whether there was someone you liked, you should’ve laughed, denied everything and taken that lie with you to your grave if necessary. Instead, you’d let yourself feel safe. That has always been the problem.
Jungkook has never made you feel out of place. Never made you feel foolish. With him, words seem to come easier than they should. Before you even realize it, you’ve already confessed things you swore you’d keep to yourself forever.
You reach his car before either of you says another word. A warm breeze brushes past, gently lifting strands of your hair before carrying them across your face. He unlocks the car but doesn’t immediately reach for the door.
Instead, he turns back toward you.
“You know I’ll always be there for you, Y/n.” His voice is quiet, almost swallowed by the night around you. “You don’t have to be scared. Not with me. I’d never judge you. There isn’t anything you could tell me that would ever make me think less of you.”
Your chest tightens so suddenly it almost hurts.
That’s who Jungkook has always been.
No matter how difficult life becomes, he somehow always knows exactly what to say to make the people he loves feel safe. He has spent years reassuring you without ever realizing how much those words mean, constantly reminding you that you can lean on him whenever things become too heavy to carry alone. He’s always been there. Every single time.
It doesn’t matter how much pain loving him has caused you over the years- you’d go through it all over again if you knew Jungkook would still be by your side.
You keep telling yourself that everything will get better once the wedding is over. You repeat it so often that it should feel true by now. Somewhere deep in your heart though, you know it won’t.
Instead, you feel as though your entire life has begun revolving around a date that doesn’t even belong to you, as though you’re counting down to a moment that will change everything while having absolutely no place in it.
It’s like you’re standing on the outside of someone else’s story, watching it unfold exactly the way it’s supposed to while desperately wishing your own heart would stop acting as though it has any right to break.
You look at him and, despite yourself, a small smile finds its way onto your face.
His expression remains neutral for a second, almost curious, before he unconsciously mirrors you, the corners of his lips lifting into one of those wide, teeth-showing smiles.
Your heart shatters quietly. This is the smile Sophie gets to come home to every evening after work. This is the smile waiting for her at the end of an ordinary day, the smile that belongs to her life, her future.
Is this the same smile he’ll have on his face when he’s standing at the altar, waiting for her to walk toward him?
Will this same expression light up his face the first time he holds one of their future children?
The images appear so vividly inside your mind that they almost feel real. For years, you’ve waited for a miracle that was never coming.
You’ve spent countless nights lying awake, whispering desperate prayers into the darkness, begging anyone who might be listening to let things somehow work out differently, to let the impossible happen just once, to let him choose you. Nothing ever answered.
Your lips begin trembling before you even realize it. The warmth behind your eyes builds so quickly that it catches you completely off guard.
You try to stop it before it fully settles in, but it’s already there. you blink once, then twice, hoping it will clear, but it doesn’t work. It lingers anyway, impossible to push away, rising quietly no matter how hard you try to hold it back.
A single tear escapes despite your efforts, slipping silently down your cheek before falling onto the pavement between your feet.
“Sweetheart…”
His voice is barely above a whisper, and you can’t look at him. If you meet his eyes now, you’re terrified he’ll finally see it. Not the tears, but the love behind them. The years you’ve spent hiding every glance, every heartbeat, every impossible feeling.
You lower your head, desperately willing yourself to stop crying, but before you can say anything, you suddenly feel his arms wrap carefully around you. The embrace is gentle. Uncertain at first, as though he’s trying to comfort you without overwhelming you. His familiar scent surrounds you almost instantly, leaving no room for anything else. Without thinking, you cling to him firmly, burying your face against his chest until you’re no longer sure whether the tightness in your lungs comes from crying or simply from being so impossibly close to the one person you’ve spent years trying not to love. You don’t know what finally broke inside you.
You don’t know why tonight, of all nights, your emotions refuse to stay where you’ve always managed to keep them. All you know is that no place in the world has ever felt as safe as his arms. You could stay there forever if life were kinder.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” he murmurs softly above your head, his hand gently rubbing slow circles against your back. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you immediately reply. The words come out in a breath that feels thinner than you expect, almost unstable. Admitting it out loud somehow makes everything inside you a little harder to hold together.
Jungkook eases out of the hug just enough to look at you properly, not creating distance, just shifting so he can see your face better. His hands stay on you for a moment longer before rising with quiet care, fingers gently cupping your face in a way that feels so casual it almost makes your chest ache.
He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t fill the silence immediately, just studies you for a second, his gaze soft but focused, as if he’s trying to gather all the pieces of you that are falling apart together.
Then, with a patience that never seems to run out when it comes to you, he wipes away what’s left of your tears, his thumb brushing carefully beneath your eye, slow enough to feel unfair.
“Please don’t say that.” he murmurs, voice low and steady, completely unbothered by the tension you can’t seem to shake off, “nothing’s wrong with you, love. I promise things will get better.”
Love.
It lands in your chest in a way you don’t know how to explain, not because it’s new, but because he says it like it belongs there without question.
You want to believe him. You really do. But you know your own reality too well for that kind of comfort to fully reach you.
Still, you nod faintly, not because you agree, but because you don’t trust your voice to hold up if you try to argue with him.
After a moment, his hands slowly fall away, though the reluctance is clear in the way he does it. The absence of his touch hits you more sharply than you expect, leaving behind a quiet emptiness that settles under your skin without asking permission. The air suddenly feels colder, or maybe it’s just the sudden return of awareness.
You take a small step back, quickly wiping at your face as if you can erase the evidence of the moment before it settles too deeply between you.
There’s a pause. Not awkward exactly, just still.
Jungkook exhales softly, glancing toward your car before looking back at you.
“Text me when you get home.” he says, quieter now, the tone shifting back into something familiar.
You manage a small nod. “I will.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips, gentle and unforced, and he lifts a hand in a small wave that feels simple but strangely personal. “Drive safely.” he adds.
“You too.” you reply, voice steadier than before, though it still doesn’t feel entirely like it belongs to you. You both linger for a second longer than necessary, neither of you moving immediately, as if there’s an unspoken agreement. But eventually the silence settles into something final enough that it dissolves on its own. You turn first toward your car. He does the same a moment later.
No dramatic goodbye, no lingering hesitation that changes anything, just two people returning to their separate directions.
You get in. He gets in.
And when the engine finally starts, the night feels suddenly wider, like the space between you has expanded in a way you can’t quite measure but immediately feel. You don’t look back again.
And as you drive away, with the silence pressing against every corner of the car, a single thought settles in your mind with uncomfortable clarity: in a situation like yours, things hardly ever get better.
They just learn how to hurt in quieter ways.
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author’s note:
They’re going to Hawaii! As I wrote in the chapter- predictable but sooo good :P
Also!!!!! I recall someone telling me how they could see y/n studying psychology and I was like “yeah i mean that could happen but who knows”… brooo I couldn’t spoil it for anybody but I was left speechless😭
Anyway I truly hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, as always please let me know what you think of it!💘
